I drank far more wine tonight than I intended to drink...don't tell Alyssa. I prefer to believe that I can barely type because I didn't eat anything, rather than that I drank too much. However, given that my father (hi dad!) asked me last week what Lindsey Lohan and Sara Ramsey had in common, and then hinted that perhaps my public persona was becoming too alcohol-saturated, perhaps I should at least feign sobriety. And since I'm not in any kind of legal trouble at all, nor am I under contract to play a porn star, nor do I have a crazy mom whom my favorite gossip blog calls White Oprah, I think his comparison was beside the point.
sssanyway. I actually did write today, whether you choose to believe that or not. I slept later than I intended, but I did get up eventually, and I took care of some promo stuff before showering and going out for a late breakfast. My only fun plan for the weekend was to go to Lauren's house for a small, intimate housewarming, and when I texted asking what she wanted me to bring, she replied with cheese -- which was the only excuse I needed to finally check out the specialty cheese shop on Union Street a couple of blocks from my house. As it turns out, that cheese shop is dangerously wonderful. I asked the dude for recommendations, and he guided me toward a triple creme brie-like soft cheese, a double creme gouda that was out of this world amazing, and a truffled goat cheese that made me happier than anything (other than the other two cheeses, which were even better). I'm going to have to go back all the time, since all of those cheeses were fantastic. And yes, I'm such a snob. I know. Sorry.
After getting my cheese on, I came home, painted my toenails, wrote on the roof deck for awhile, and then came downstairs and kept writing until it was time to change to go to Lauren's. Terry and I went over together, and I suckered her into driving, which is how this wine debacle in my bloodstream happened. Lauren and Nathan just moved in to their new place today; it's been undergoing renovations for ages, but it's finally done enough that they can live in it, and it's totally wonderful. They only had over a handful of people, since obviously it's not done done, but they wanted to warm it up in style, and I'd say they were quite successful. It was lovely to see them both, and I love their friends (particularly Jesse and Danielle, whom I find quite entertaining), so it was a great break from this weekend's endless writing extravaganza. I lobbied subtly (not subtly at all) for purple bridesmaids dresses, since I look great in purple, but we'll see what happens.
Terry and I eventually left and came home, and then watched a lot of tv while I progressively, inexplicably, got drunker. Odd. And now I should go to bed -- I either intend to write here all day tomorrow, or go down to the Stanford library to force even more productivity, but either way there will be no more fun until this book is done. Goodnight!
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