Monday Doldrums

It's a frosty, morose morning. I'm coming down from a caffeine high, slumped in my office chair, sorting through files that need my attention. Listening to the humming of mechanical equipment in faraway depths of the building and the faint clicking of keys - several people are on vacation. I'm wearing a black suit, black heels, black top, no jewelry. Not feeling too festive at the current juncture.

I do have more than one something to be excited about, but I can't work up the energy right now for even a lame adrenaline rush. I'm turning in a cover letter, resume and application for a completely new position this afternoon at lunch! Look, an exclamation point! Eureka! Can't get my hopes up though; the three other positions I've applied for in the past year have been eliminated or shifted to other departments before they were filled because of budget cuts.

Nothing like Christmas, a wedding and a possible job change all at once to keep things exciting.

Saturday morning dawned frigid and gray - it poured all day. It was a perfect afternoon to spend at the spa having a Swedish massage and a pedicure. Rini, Lovely and Natty were there too, and we spent the rest of the afternoon at my apartment, creating an EPIC mess. It was a Cake Wrecks themed party; we made different kinds of icing (wrong, I should add, in the true spirit of Cake Wrecks) in neon colors and frosted cupcakes. Some cupcakes featured lewd images that soon drooped and warped because the icing was the consistency of ooblick (corn starch in water), resulting in much hilarity. Other cupcakes resembled Pollack paintings that had been pooped on by seagulls. We opened a bottle of Prosecco, ate sushi and happily squirted fondant in all directions!

In the early evening, we showered and started getting ready for dinner. Pepper showed up with a dozen red roses and a gift card to Victoria's Secret. More Prosecco was imbibed. We shunned Pepper to the guest bedroom with the other man of the house (Jesper, the kitty) and I opened my presents! Fancy. ;)

We had a few champagne toasts together (Rini was quite intoxicated by this point) before leaving for dinner at Mura, where I had two Silk Kimonos and even more sushi. A caricature artist randomly came by our table and drew "me." Apart from the hair, it looked nothing at all like me. I know for sure that my butt isn't that wide, because he couldn't even see my butt!

We attempted to go to Glenwood South, but the entire universe arrived at the same idea... No parking for miles. We attempted an Irish pub we fancy, but there was a band in there featuring middle-aged men with long blonde locks fanning the air, a WIND MACHINE, and LEATHER PANTS. We reclaimed our covers and got the hell out of dodge, shuddering. Onward, back to my apartment for additional champagne, silliness and mad libs. Caspian was there and joined the party.

We drowned in cake on Sunday. We spent much of the afternoon at S's house, seeing how many combinations of three kinds of cake, three kinds of fillings and about eight types of icing we could invent. Bluh. I'm never eating cake again. It was a successful mission - we chose our wedding cake and design and got a delicious (if sugary) lunch treat.