~'Hit 'em up style (oops!)' by Blu Cantrell because it's a hip-swayin', bubble-blowin', wash-that-man-outta-my-hair ditty
~Sexy Beast, it's one of my favorite movies anyway, but when Winstone's character looks at his wife DeeDee with such obvious devotion...it melts my heart. (then i remember- ...acting)
hi y'all. sit for a drink, pull up a spell.
what an incredibly different day. thank zeus. i couldn't take another yesterday.
today was great. it started last nite. for those of you who don't know of it, go. here. now.
you can check on facebook, but on the first thursday of each month, there's a Stupid Cancer Happy Hour at a select san francisco bar. a group of us get together, talk or don't talk about what we've gone through, give advice, complain, kiss, and most importantly drink and toast to being around to toast to being around. it is such a fun group. it isn't necessarily about cancer, but it's definitely a cohesive factor. and we don't check at the door, so if you don't or haven't had a tumor, you can still come. i've made a terrific connection with a gal named ellen and i just don't know what i was before i met her, but i'm much happier now. her smile brings me back to the surface. which is tonite's theme: smiling and laughing.
my gal pal and i went to a post-election dance party last nite at a club that is normally reserved for the meat-market mentality and creepy older guys trolling for skank. BUT, last nite, it was full of people who volunteered during the obama campaign. instead of slimy old guys drinking martinis and scotch trying to get up-the-skirt views, it was full of happy people dancing the last 8 years off. kinky hair, straight hair, yellow hair, pink. no hair, greasy hair, afros & sweat. it was just a room of feelin' good.
i guess i got home around 2am. i think i ate a whole round of cheese and probably a whole crate of crackers, watched Bigger, Stronger, Faster a doc about a family on steroids. sad, but frustrating and tough to understand. i reluctantly got out of bed around 7am and thanked zeus that my job is my job. in other words, i'm not a brain surgeon today.
in fact, as i told my gals, i was thinking sometimes how nice it would be to have a mimosa at work some mornings. i'd bring with me a little chilled thermos and happily type away into lunch. mimosa + thermos = thermosa. et voila.
i'm getting to the point, i swear. and the point is laughter. through emails and im's today, i laughed, giggled, chuckled, snickered, joked all day with two of my best gals. jokes bring out imagination in me and imagination makes me feel alive. even if the creativity from it goes nowhere, it's like taking a languorous swim. the back-and-forth, the give-and-take is good for you. the hang-over gods were kind to me: i sauntered into the office; there was a fresh pot of coffee; i was actually early; i made my deadline. ok, that's nice. but it was the best day i've had in a long long time because i spent the day laughing. and it lasts. it's carrying me into my quests tonite and i feel positively jaunty. i'm positive that it's contagious. so, don't forget to laugh as much and often as you can. seek it. make it. give it. you deserve it.
cheers to you all. thanks for playing. clink. fin.
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