Everyday Should Be Saturday

Unfortunately, it's Monday. And I only have a few minutes to tell my tale. I had a decision to make. Should I really make him work hard or should I just stop being a b**ch and enjoy myself? Tough decision because as you may have guessed: I'm really good at being a b**ch. But I'm so trying to change that. I think that's why my karma is so bad.

I spent most of Saturday morning nursing a hangover while laying out in my backyard reading Ne.w En.gland W.hite. If it seems like I've been reading this book forever it's because I have. It's more than 400 pages and it's not a page-turner. Good book, no less ... but damn.

Later in the afternoon I got myself together and headed out for my 24-hour adventure with my guy. One lesson that I have learned is that time is precious and if we only had 24 hours I had to make the most of each minute. So I decided to put the b**ch away and have some fun. In 24 hours I managed to accomplish the following:

• travel to another city
• have two martinis
• have two crabcakes (too much filler)
• have a cool discussion about thoroughbreds
• meet a corporate flight attendant who once worked for Ke.nn.y Ch.esn.ey
• discuss the "coolness" of Cher
• have three orgasms
• enjoy a beautiful champagne brunch
• $16 for valet? seriously?
• wear an amazing outfit that made a passerby say, "Damn!"
• fall in love again

Not bad, friends. Not bad at all. Enjoy your week ... every single minute of it.