Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen

Yesterday was kind of lovely in the most effortless and easy kind of way.

I got up late, thankfully jostled awake by a bill collector calling. If they hadn’t called at 8:15am, I’m certain I would have been way late for work. But I made it to the biznasty and all was well in my world.

One of my favorite customers came in — he basically runs his office out of our fax machine. I never understand why he doesn’t just get a fax machine himself, but he seems content to pay $1.00 for each purchase order that the little machine spits out. I think he likes us, too — I think that’s the general consensus for a lot of the reasons why our customers continue to return to our shop. Anyway, this customer’s phone rang and his ringtone was “Superfreak” and I was unable to muffle the guffaw that escaped from meh belleh. He raised his eyebrow in a very playful way and said, “Super freaky,” in a really assuring way. Silly man. I love that guy.

I also participated in a documentary while at work — c’mon, how many of YOU got paid to be on the clock while you were filmed? [batting eyelashes] This must mean I’m famous.

The documentary is Formula Fed America and I’m really excited to be a part of it. It’s like… The Business of Being Born but instead of focusing on how the childbirth community is exploited by insurance companies, it focuses on how the breastfeeding relationship between mother and child is exploited by formula companies. It felt really great to sit next to my mother (who is the shit, be tee double you) and in the company of a half a dozen breastfeeding mothers of all different ethic backgrounds and ages — all with babies — and admonish the formula companies for planting seeds of insecurity in women who are only trying to do what their bodies were designed to do.

You do know that boobs are milk makers? Not money makers… Right?

It was good… And I’m typically very disconnected from that whole mommy-group side of my life now. The boy is almost seven (DEAR GOD) and I have a hard time relating to women who talk incessantly about nursing pads and diapers and rashes and baby barf. It’s just been a long time since I was there, you know? But it was beautiful to feel connected to these women by our biological framework.

YAY TITS.

My friend Christine came up from Florida last night and it’s SOOO good to see her. You know how you just feel a really lovely connection with some people and you don’t ALWAYS have to see them or really talk to them all that often, but when you DO see them, it’s as if no time has passed? I seem to have more friends like this as I get older, but it’s lovely. It really is. We sat and talked and talked and caught up last night then made ourselves purty for dancing.

We ran into her exboyfriend, whom she still loves (they ended on really beautiful terms) and he was SHOCKED to see her but didn’t leave her side all night. It was so great to see her happy. I did my usual going out thing and made friends with everyone at the bar. This one girl — tall, dirty blonde — I’m not sure if she was flirting with me or just drunk? But she kept finding me and gushing about how adorable I was – I’ll take it. It was super fun. I think the thing I like most about going dancing is dancing alone. For whatever reason, I don’t get hit on really at all when I go to a club. I suppose it is mostly because I’m not giving the eyes to anybody — but just having fun and feeling the music. It was so fun. Sarah came out, too as did Nanners. Christine ended up going home with her exboyfriend — she should be back in about an hour.

Got up this morning to a gnarly hangover and I’m baffled. I know I didn’t drink too much, but I think drinking + smoky bar + twenty eight = hangover. I’m feeling better because Jilly, my roommate, fixed me breakfast (this banging greasy quiche thing) and had a GIANT pot of coffee made. I love that girl. I will miss her company terribly when she moves out.

Oh, also? I have a crush. I haven’t had a crush since like junior high school… He reads my blog (not this one, mind you — well, he might because I gave him the link, but the blog that he initially read was the other one) and emailed me about it on Thursday and we spent the entire day on Thursday emailing back and forth. He was logged into him IM client while in class on Friday, ha! Bad influence? Me? Shut the fuck up. He’s adorable though in this really lovely, sweet, nerdy way. I like his nose and his glasses and his sense of humor. He seems to come from a good family background, which is very important to me. He also seems to get me and — even though he reads my cuntankerous writing style on the other blog — still thinks I’m lovely. The bad news? He lives 800 miles away. Sad face, supreme. But he comes to my city for work related stuff on occasion and has a conference in March. “I’ve decided that when I come in March, I want you to show me around the city.” Hehe. In my best Monica Gellar voice, “OKAY!” I feel a little silly having a crush on a boy that lives 800 miles away, but stranger things have happened. It certainly doesn’t have that all-too-familiar-potential to get fucked up with the fucking. We’ll see how this goes… For now, I’m just enjoying riding the waves of the happy smiles his emails put on my face.

I’m going to get up and shower in a bit. It’s supposed to be sunny and in the midseventies today which is slightly unseasonal, but lawd… So pretty. When Christine gets home, we’ll go find something fun to do in the city — I kind of just want to go lay on blankets in the park and people watch, but I think that’s the hangover talking.

Tonight is the birthday party. I’m thrilled. :) Can’t wait to have all the people I love in one room.