my hamstrings hurt, tho they would probably be worse if i hadn’t spent two hours in annie’s hottub last nite. much of that time was spent playing truth or dare — the dares were relatively modest, being as it was 12 – 2 a.m. and we were all more mindset to talk than to dance or carol or sit naked in the middle of the water or do obscene things w/ ice cubes. still, it was quality fun. the yard smelled vaguely from the n. carolina fireworks annie set up while we cowered in fear from a safe distance.
when we were thoroughly prunified, we went into the kitchen and annie sliced her father’s home-smoked salmon for us and then made us bananas enflambee. they didn’t flambee so good but my, were they tasty.
after that, we went to sleep. had to get in our four hours, yessir.
i feel pretty woozy this morning, between the yoga that ilana and i did before (an hour and a half — it was pretty intense) and the suburban bacchinalian excesses of the evening. it was worth it. lots of good food: ilana jay and i went to mama ayesha’s for lunch w/ dyannah and cindy from my office, who subsequently went to get their noses pierced.
today will be much calmer. i am going to go home, watch one (if not two) of my latest 7 rentals, sleep, and maybe return for another, shorted yoga class. (watch me end up w/ liz, liz wilkins, annie, and ilana again. not that that would be a bad thing. we function well as a group despite the fact that, as i noted, we no longer all look alike.) and i haven’t seen becca in 30 hrs or something. that must be remedied.
hey, ari finished death kit. excellent. that means i finally get it explained.