hot coffee girl

You know how when someone doesn’t publish a new post for four days, you think that maybe their next one will be brilliant?

Not fucking likely.

Dave does bullet point Sundays, but since I am both a rebel and always a little late, you get it late Monday afternoon. Deal.

• My Dad’s birthday is Wednesday, and yesterday we all packed in the car and went up to Detroit to gamble, eat too much, and generally cause trouble in his honor. I did not win big (meaning: at all), but we had a great time, and laughed a whole bunch. Plus, he won $500 bucks on my machine (we switched seats because he couldn’t get the one he sat down at to work), so I figure that I don’t really need to get him anything for his birthday now.

• I got to catch up with my brother and his fiancé on the ride up…I cannot fully grasp that their wedding is only like 5 months away. They are getting married at the MGM in Vegas, which totally kicks ass. (My family does do other things besides gamble, by the way. We just don’t enjoy them as much.) I have been a terrible Maid of Honor to this point, though…I need to get this bachelorette party planned! Suggestions welcome.

• I had coffee and good conversation with a darling friend this morning. I think she’s one of the loveliest people I know, and I am looking forward to her and her husband coming over for dinner tonight to help eat the very large Chicago-style pizza toted home from aforementioned Detroit.

• Other than this morning’s coffee, I am becoming a terrible friend. I feel like I never have enough time at home, and I am unmotivated and selfish when I am. (Well, actually I am that way all the time, but it becomes exacerbated when I am home 2-3 days out of 7.) I talk to Ali every day, and I saw her this morning before coffee…but it is not enough. I have to keep up on Snog through a series of text messages and e-mails, and she certainly must hate me more than normal. (Side note: for those of you who are missing out on gossip since she stopped blogging, she is fine. She spent the weekend in NYC with the Wood Carpenter. Kate Winslet’s kids kept her up all night with their antics. Need more? Yeah-go ask her.) Anyhow, I am still working in the Pitts for the next coupla months, so I will continue to apologize to those I love, and hope that I have friends come the spring.

• My apartment is a mess. I should be cleaning instead of writing. Maybe I’ll just take a nap instead. And dream of maid service.

• I like Starbuck's coffee. Fucking sue me.