Monday

First things first:  I slept last night!

My weekend:

The German and I attended a lovely wedding on Saturday night at Skytop in the Pocono mountains.  We had a blast – drank and danced (The German danced!!!).  The German and I even went out onto the terrace and slow danced beneath the lights outside, which was just about perfect until he whispered the lyrics to the song in my ear, and then perfection was actually achieved.  Ladies, if you want to be happily married, marry a man who whispers in your ear.

After the reception, The German and I went exploring the resort and found ping pong tables, where I discovered that after 4 scotches I cannot hit the ball.  We then found an indoor mini-golf course, where I discovered that after 4 scotches I can still putt.  I ended up wandering into a room that had flapper costumes in boxes, and I also discovered that yes, I DO look fabulous in feather boas, a fact that I had long suspected but never confirmed.  We wandered some more and found a tap room, wherein I enjoyed a cold, creamy Guinness and some conversation with new BFFs (the best BFFs are always found in tap rooms after hours).  Then, off to the room where we made the very best use of the hotel bed and the feather boas.

All in all, a very good wedding.  Thanks Baby Matt Matt!

Yesterday we met our new BFFs for breakfast and then said our goodbyes, made plans to hang out again, and drove home.  Upon arrival at the German/MacNish household we did nothing, rendered useless by extreme fatigue and mutual hangovers.  We watched golf, though, which makes for very good intermittent napping.  I highly recommend Sunday afternoon golf when you’re too tired to move.

In other news, I haven’t been blogging much because I’m in the weeds with this new book, the shape and size of which is vast and formless just now.  I need to hemorrhage several more chapters, and I have not a frigging clue what’s going to happen.

This is the part of the book where I have long, detailed fantasies about returning my advance money and calling it quits.

Also?  Despite the sleeping last night (which was really just my body trying to recover from the liver training), I’m still tired. 

And so I’m off to Get Back To It. 

Oh, but first?  Have you heard that song by the Flobots?  Seriously.  It will infect your brain and repeat endlessly.  I know they’ve got stuff to say and all, but is it necessary to record an earworm? 

And second?  Get a feather boa.  Or two.