no work and all play drives me crazy

My house still smells like roasted turkey and I'm in day 3 of Thanksgiving recovery.  I drank two glasses of Prosecco while I was cooking and that caused me to do things like put leftovers in the cupboard instead of the fridge and forget all of my table manners.

Example:  after finishing dinner, I rolled my eyes, sighed and said (probably just loud enough for my guests to hear), "Oh, God, I have to get up and serve dessert now."  I'm such a bitch.   

After my rowdy Thanksgiving guests left on Thursday and I yelled at Cristina Yang, I totally crashed.  Then spent 18 hours in Connecticut, came home and totally crashed.  Today I slept some more, because apparently I'd rather do that then put away my "company china." 

Now, the thing is, when I break my routine up so much I really throw myself around the bend.  No work, too much unstructured time -- I'm like an overtired child.  I often think about how cool it would be to run my own business, but then I remember how I can barely handle my own schedule, and forget that.

I just decided at this moment that I should go for a walk and a quick drive-by shopping mission at Bed Bath & Beyond because I'm badly in need of some Beyond.  And then, I'm turning my frown upside-down, ditching the jeans and throwing on my fishnets and vamp skirt to go to see Brian Setzer!!

You may know that Brian is the #3 guy on my desert-island-of-men, after Salty D. and Jon Stewart.  D. took me to see Jon Stewart last year, and now he's taking me to see the fabulous Brian Setzer orchestra -- even though they're doing a white-maribou and silver-lame' adorned "Christmas Extravaganza" that I know will make his heart as cold as the Grinch's again -- which means that, in concept, he is bringing my desert island to me.  On this island I will be surrounded by great music, laughter, motorcycles and famous hotties age 39 and up.  Rock on!

Now to the Beyond.

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[natz]

When you see my husband, Brian, tell him I said "hey"

[blaugra]

I said HEEEEEEEYYYYYY