pinot noir to the rescue

So the get together with the other teachers was fun, Alex fit right in and I got to hear great stories about living in Vegas. I downed a bottle of pinot noir and the end of the night got fuzzy. Yeah I paid for that on Monday morning at the faculty meeting when I heard about how badly my speech slurs after that last glass that I drink KNOWING it'll put me over the edge.

Alex and I went to a local restaurant over the weekend as well. One of those places that serves all local and organic whenever possible, and puts bizarre foods together that are always shockingly delicious. We experienced another in a long series of gastronomic successes. The couple next to us looked so happy, so I leaned over and asked how to be happy. Our little discussion led us to discover that the gentleman was previously a supreme court justice for the supreme court of the state of Alabama, and the woman he was with worked in the upper echelons of the Tuscaloosa City school system. Small world, eh? I hope we made a good impression...

That brings us to yesterday. I had such an awful day with my students.... I started reading Texts from Last Night to lighten my mood. I started longing for undergrad, plus a terrible day, I decided to go to get drunk and fall down. First a margarita, then a tequila shot. Then, as if trying to make it my M.O. I downed a bottle of pinot noir. I suggested going skinny dipping and took a towel to go out. I laughed as I ran around with the towel functioning as a cape. Luckily the pool was locked, so we went to a local deli, where I stole a spoon, laughed maniacally and threw it into the night. Then I dropped my ice cream. Then I busted my tush in the mud. I kept telling Alex I was "going for the gold" and that it was "turbo Tuesday."

So if the pool was locked, why did my hair smell like chlorine when I woke up under the kitchen table this morning?

(Fun fact, I was once in a YouTube video called "Aloha! From Quahog!")

Day 2: The Lobster Adventure

So I lost another 2 pounds, hurray for diet and exercise. Alex lost 10. Damn. As a reward, I decided to buy a lobster and top our salad with it last night. While I was at the seafood counter, I was speaking with a couple who informed me that they were buying treats for their bearded dragon. Shortly thereafter, the gentleman opened his jacket and shared his lizard with me... lovely. Nothing like a creature that carries salmonella in the grocery store.
Anyway... back to the lobster. I asked my fishmonger to steam it for me so I wouldn't have to put a live thing in hot water (thank you Annie Hall). As I was waiting for my seafood to cook, the fishmonger offered to sell me discounted movies. So I bought Mike Epp's stand up and The Family that Preys for a grand total of $10. (Probably pirated... but I really wouldn't have seen them at all otherwise. Sorry Tyler Perry)
Very content with myself, I drive home, tapping on the steering wheel as I was listening to Live 100.5 and humming because I don't know any of the words to Dave Matthews' songs. I carry a load of groceries to the door and attempt to unlock it, but they key breaks!! Panicked, I check the patio door... locked! Of course Alex's phone goes straight to voice mail. Damn again. I left him a rather unpleasant message about how he needs to answer his phone.
I find myself entering the law school, hoping I run into somebody who might have seen my fiance. The first person I run into is Moose, sans the tuxedo or festive hat today. (He is dressed in red from head to toe, somewhat resembling Alvin of the chipmunk triage.) He and I storm the law school in search of Alex. A few more nasty voice mails later (and another round about the school with Victoria) and... enter Alex, stage right.
He comes home, unlocks the door, and unloads the groceries. We were happy with the lobster salad... but after the day I just had... I felt a lot better after a few glasses of wine and a bowl of clam chowder (1/2 a can).
Oh well. Just another normaali päivä.