Go Sit Down: Part I

This is actually Part II since yesterday's post was all about the beginning of this crazy, crazy, insane week which is threatening to make me yell to myself: GO SIT DOWN!! ("Go sit down, go sit down, GO SIDDOWN!!")

I almost didn't go meet Ace yesterday because I started watching my new tv crack online... Here Come the N.ewlyweds. I love this show! It's too funny. The black couple is my fave. They're the funniest and communicate with each other the best. The latest episode did bring out the prude in me, though, because everyone was confessing about sex and I'm all I mean COME ON!! What I do in the privacy of my bedroom with my future husband is between the two of us! Now get out my business!! Why are y'all making me discard my proper English again?

So anyway watching that show it was suddenly too late to take a nap. I had to take a shower and hit the road. I get to the restaurant and Ace's band is already into their set which was cool Irish music. I know it's bizarre for me to like it but I did. After they finished they're set we talked for a few minutes-- very cool guy. Then another set so I decided to have some Irish stew (with lamb, carrots, peas and a G.uinness-based broth). I also had two Irish beers-- Harp & S.mithwick's, which I learned is pronounced "Smit-icks." Good to know. I liked both. The Harp was paler but not too pale. Too pale and beers start tasting watery.

Then 6 rolled around and I had to leave. I got home, got on the net for a few minutes (addict) then went to bed around 7. Just shy of 5 hours later it was time to wake up. How's that for horrible? I'm used to my 7-9 hours of sleep per night. When I worked better hours (was that an alternate universe? another lifetime? a dream? no... just 3 years ago), sleep was not as important but when you're working in the middle of the night and throwing off your circadian rhythm (which is bad for you), sleep becomes that much more important. Your body is trained to be sleeping when I'm working. Bah humbug. Enough of that. Just know I paid for it when I woke up and then on the drive home. Yikes!

Tomorrow the tour of death crazy week continues. Gym, wash hair, nap, FOR REAL THIS TIME, Pharreal ("'cause he's the truth") concert. Thursday, recover, dinner with dad, "The Experience" which starts at a sushi restaurant which has great drinks. The rest of the agenda is TBD. (That's to be determined, Stace (y'all know she's acronymly challenged).) With this group that could mean anything... I'm not ready.

I also forgot there's a Lupe concert at Pitt. I have to ask our intern turned part time assignment desk editor (he was a GREAT intern) (since he's still a student) where it is and if it's free- which is clearly even better! But it's not a great idea for me to go to the concert since Easter is Sunday and I'll be at church. Speaking of which, I was all set to wear the dress I wore to Wynel's wedding (no pics there)-- white with blue flowers. But it's hard to wear such a spring style when the first day of spring (Thursday), it's supposed to SNOW!!!! And on Easter? The high will be 43. That means during the morning and most of the day it will be in the 30s. 30s!!!! Ol' fake Easter weather. Pittsburgh. I quit you.

Do you know I'm a captain for Making the Blog and I was given an assignment?? Why I oughta... so I've been busy thinking up something to confess. Let's spread the pain. Go on your blogs and confess something as well that you have never told your bloggers-- something serious and not funny. You have until Friday like the rest of us, but my post will probably be tomorrow. If you have suggestions for me or something burning you want to know, do fire away.

*My dad just walked in and said, "Jameil bought lunch! You're so pretty! Such a pretty pretty girl." Hilarity.