April by the Numbers

No single month has passed faster than April. Seriously. Not even short little February. I think it's the fact that a) my birthday is in 10 days, and b) I'm so busy I don't know what day it really is. If it weren't for my birthday being in 10 days, I'd be totally lost.

Did I mention my birthday is in TEN DAYS?!!!

Just want to make sure you know.

ANYWAY. In honor of one wedding that will be taking place the same night as my party, replete with kilts AND hawaiian t-shirts, lets get this damn list done:

3 consecutive weekends with at least one of the Girls
3 birthday parties
1 pretend mountain lion used as a diversion
1 rockstar night
2 bands
7 of us trying to sober up at the Hollywood IHOP
4 photo shoots
665 pictures taken
2 happy hours enjoyed
1 dungeon bar discovered
4 new friends made playing "Asshole" at Library Bar
3 disappointing location scouts
300 dollars wasted on that
40 minutes riding around in a new Kompressor
100 dollars for a French lunch
3 conversations denying I chew men up and spit them out (I really don't)
3 completely different men trying to convince me I do
1 baby brother who promised to break the arms of a man who physically hurts me (yay!)
1.5 hours spent at the downtown courthouse
4 sheriff boys flirted with
1 Clippers game
2200 dollars paid to our evil government
80 million hits for pictures of my boobs (hi, Switzerland!)
10 days left till my birthday!!!

I love this time of year!

I Missed a Day Somewhere

I love calendars. I live by them. I need three of them on the wall next to my computer just so I can stay on top of the day. Because what I do--or, did--requires that I constantly project at least a few weeks, if not months, out. While still operating in the present.

Which can be disorienting, all that time travel.

I also carry a Palm Pilot. And am wedded to it for my daily agenda. Because I have a bad memory and am quite capable of messing up all my dates.

Which I did. Today. Because for the longest time, I thought today was July 31st. I had planned all my last-day-of-insurance activities for today: the acupuncture, chiropractic and optometrist appointments. Yesterday, all these visits would have been covered. Because yesterday was July 31st. All day long.

I also thought I had a party to go to tonight at one of my favorite bars. I put it on the calendar(s) as being Tuesday. Never bothered to check that the second box on the grid is actually the Monday box (I love the things, but I don't know how to use them, clearly).

Meaning that yesterday, while Lex and I were avoiding annoying Scots at Backstage and shooting pool at Joxer Daly's, I should have been wearing fangs and fake blood over at Saints & Sinners.

And that when I woke up today, thinking I had all these appointments, I was actually lying to myself. I had tricked myself into living in the past. The realization of this hit me like a ton of bricks right across the forehead. Turns out I'm pretty free all day long!

But after all that bourbon, tequila, and boys last night, a long morning in bed certainly cannot hurt. (The BTB, my favorite cocktail.)

Happy August 1st everyone! July by the Numbers up later.