Last nite, H3 (which is what I decided to use as my code for the hubs - as he is the third & final spousal installment) and I were fortunate enough to be a part of a mixed harmony performance that was, to date, the highest freakin' hourly rate I have EVER earned. We sang a lot of "Ah" for about three minutes with 20 other people & will be paid $125 each for the privilege. If only I could find those gigs ALL the time! But I digress. Part of the preparation for this evening of obnoxious hourly rates was taking the entire day off - which meant, of course, that we slept until we woke up - which happened to be 10:30 am (and I don't feel one bit bad about it, so there). The fact that we slept so late would give me the false sense of being "fully rested" later on - but you'll see what I mean in a minute.
Sooo . . . we go to the gig, we sing, we're fabulous, we leave. H3 had his regular chorus rehearsal afterward, so three of my friends & I decide to attend (because one of my friends is single & we were "shopping" for her - hey, it's 120+ men who share a similar interest; eHarmony can't even give you that!). Rehearsal goes until 10:30. At 10:15, the oldest & youngest of my foursome decide they're whupped & leave. Logic told my other friend (who is 10 yrs. my junior) & I that we, too, should go home. BUT . . . there were BOYS there! And they SING! And they think I'M "f*ckin' cool!"!! Leave?? And miss an overabundance of ego boosting via male attention?? NEVAH!!!
So, against my better judgment (which, of course, was clouded by the large quantities of testosterone directed in my general vicinity; yes, I AM pathetic, thanks), I accompany H3 & my girlfriend to the bar. We ate, we drank (tea - Lipton, not Long Island), we laughed loudly, we gossiped with abandon, we flirted shamelessly (I am soooo very lucky that H3 is SUCH a good sport!!), we sang tags . . . until two freakin' a.m. What time do I have to get up to prepare for my day at the Gates of Hell?? Why, 6am, of course! I'm not GREAT at math . . . but I did figure out that four hours would not a deep sleep make. But, of course I still had my post-first divorce Infallible Girl in the back of my head saying, "Bah! Four hours? You've survived on less!"
Let this be officially noted for the record - Infallible Girl is a dumbass. She is officially dead to me, as her advice cannot be trusted. I woke up this morning feeling as though I'd been on an all nite bender - and sadly realizing that I felt these effects after drinking ICED TEA. I believe this makes me officially old. Next thing you know, I'll be having my lunches at ten, dinner at three & breakfast the day before. I'm probably just a kidney stone's throw from reading glasses on a chain around my neck & a shawl as a permanent fashion accessory.
However, I'm no quitter (two ex-husbands notwithstanding). I will fight this aging thing as hard as I possibly can. No cream, powder, ointment or miracle wrinkle remover will go untested. If I can't reverse the clock, I can at least removed one of the batteries & slow it down a little.
Right after my nap.
P.S. to TB - heaps of gratitude to you for your sizzlin' compliment. For as long as I'm able to remember it, you have made my day today!
3 comments:
I think you should clarify that it's not "a common interest". It's a freakin' addiction and LIFESTYLE.
Wish I could have joined you, but alas "your youngest friend" was too pooped from staying out drinking with you on Tuesday night...
*snort* the third and final husband. He must be good if you are going to stick with him. Congratulations to both of you.
I found you from #1 Dancer's post. I could not sing my way out of shower curtain.
Ditsy, thank you for proving that one can still be cool AND snort when laughing. I do the same thing. ;-)
I think this is the beginning of a long & beautiful friendship.
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