i started off last week overwhelmed and feverish, overworked and alone with the boybarians, and ended the week in the beautiful windy city with the lord of the ring for a friend's wedding and our first getaway WITHOUT KIDS since before the duke was born...
(anutieEN married an indian god in a dark and moody all schwanked out supper club in the middle of the afternoon...and while i never would have thought any wedding of hers would happen that way in the least, it was fabulous, she was fabulous, and it couldn't have been more her)
walking down the street of an incredibly cool city with nothing more on the agenda than the acquisition of dangly earrings and a mind numbing drink on a beautiful balmy friday evening will sure put it ALL into perspective and give one hope...
the kind of hope that cracks open your soul and lets in the light...like manna from heaven filling the void brought on by years of leaking orifices, sleep that never hits rem, and the mind numbing non-stop chatter that growing children inflict upon any. one. (but mainly me) willing or decidedly *un*willing to listen in a ten mile radius...
i even thought i could hear the angels singing as i took the first sip, but it turns out it was just the amazing amount of amazingly drunk red sox fans in town for the three game series with the cubs...(in case you're interested, the sox got slaughtered...but i'm reasonably sure they drink like that regardless)
i say who needs religion when you've got a kid-free weekend, a motel room, and unlimited amounts of alcohol?
x.
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