Day 8
Today was hot.
Drink cold beer at the pool hot.
And I did all these things, except drink the beer.
And you know what? In this heat? If I drank I'd probably pass out.
No, instead my libation of choice was pelegrino and pomegranate, a swanky name for which I have not come up with yet. Gimme a while.
I lazed on Jack and Jill's balcony as the boys golfed and Jill slept, nursing a cold.
To Jill's credit, she seems to be over the whole ordeal, about which I am EXTREMELY relieved. I just don't know that I could've taken any more.
"How do I say that I don't want to talk about it politely?" I worried to Dick as we were on our way there.
I needn't have worried.
Although, now that we are older, I wonder if we really have that much in common. We reminisce a lot, but were we ever really the same? The same enough to be friends?
When I traveled frequently, languages bound me to strangers. Now that everyone speaks my language, I don't know what compels me to enter relationships.
I just know now that it is NOT a drunken stupor.
Although, I have met some interesting people that way.
And some not so good for me people. My first husband proposed when we were completely shitfaced. I said yes, stupidly. We all know how that turned out. THHHPPTTT.
Tomorrow I will relax some more.
Jane Says: I like cold beverages.
Drink cold beer at the pool hot.
And I did all these things, except drink the beer.
And you know what? In this heat? If I drank I'd probably pass out.
No, instead my libation of choice was pelegrino and pomegranate, a swanky name for which I have not come up with yet. Gimme a while.
I lazed on Jack and Jill's balcony as the boys golfed and Jill slept, nursing a cold.
To Jill's credit, she seems to be over the whole ordeal, about which I am EXTREMELY relieved. I just don't know that I could've taken any more.
"How do I say that I don't want to talk about it politely?" I worried to Dick as we were on our way there.
I needn't have worried.
Although, now that we are older, I wonder if we really have that much in common. We reminisce a lot, but were we ever really the same? The same enough to be friends?
When I traveled frequently, languages bound me to strangers. Now that everyone speaks my language, I don't know what compels me to enter relationships.
I just know now that it is NOT a drunken stupor.
Although, I have met some interesting people that way.
And some not so good for me people. My first husband proposed when we were completely shitfaced. I said yes, stupidly. We all know how that turned out. THHHPPTTT.
Tomorrow I will relax some more.
Jane Says: I like cold beverages.
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