I see people starting to do reflective stuff about 2011
I feel like I want to, because my memory is getting worse as I get older and I should get that kind of thing written somewhere.
but when I try to start thinking about it, all I can think is that the only part of this year that really mattered was the last few months. and those are already well-documented in chat logs, emails, phone calls and looks from across the room that are impossible to forget.
there are a lot of other aspects of the past 12 months that were good. don’t get me wrong. but I’m sorry, rest of the year. the part where I fell in love in the last quarter of 2011 was above and beyond the best.
this week is already a lot crazier than I would like it to be
I just want to lay around and watch cartoons. yesterday I felt too crappy to even do that.
I did spend gift cards today, though. my aunts decided to have a party new years eve, the theme being “gaudy sparkly shirts and jewelry”. got the jewelry handled (one of the pieces is a necklace featured on the person in the photo that says “make a statement!”, barf). it feels like such a waste of money, since I’ll likely never wear any of it again. now I’m drinking ginger tea and looking at soup recipes since I finally bought an immersion blender.
I planned to go home for a couple days before a cooking excursion with my uncle on friday. I miss my bed. we’ll see if I can be bothered to schlep my ass back down to san antonio or not.
after passing a liquor store that I forgot existed, and yelling “son of a BITCH” as I realized it. you can only buy liquor at liquor stores here. I’d have to stray from my remaining 1.5 mile drive home, a straight shot, to buy liquor now. that was not an option.
I picked out something that I knew wasn’t terrible, and stood in the excruciatingly long line as I watched traffic outside get worse and worse. legs feeling like jelly from PT and my stomach in knots from a crappy end to the day.
I put the wine on the counter. the cashier immediately got on the phone and called for a “code 21”. I glanced at the exit. nobody was leaving, trying to shoplift. he stood there, staring blankly and looking nervous. several dragging moments later..
"I can’t sell you that."
"I can’t sell you that. I’m not old enough. we have to wait for my manager."
"oh for fuck’s sake. I thought you were going to somehow make me go without wine tonight. that can’t happen."
the entire line shifted nervously at my language, aside from the girl behind me, who smirked and gave me a look that said she’d been there.
"sorry, ma’am. he’ll be here in a sec. do you want it double bagged?"