Finally There's a Post

I can’t believe it’s nearly August 1st. You can’t believe that I never post anymore and that every time I do manage a dull and uninspired post I feel the need to comment on the fact that I don’t post that much anymore. I can’t believe that each time I look at my statcounter I still get exactly the same amount of hits per day whether I post or not. You can’t believe I’m still checking my statcounter. You and I kind of have a dysfunctional relationship. Oh well…

I’m constantly in and out of St. Louis. I could go from E. St. Louis to an auction in Clayton to Gasconade County all in the course of one workweek. I must say that I do feel like I’m accomplishing a lot though. For the first time in a little over two years I feel like I’m doing what I should be doing. It feels good to know I’m doing something worthwhile for myself instead of pushing papers around a cubicle and creating things for someone else.

Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is one of my very favorite movies ever so, of course, I had to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as soon as it came out. Am I the only one who wasn’t in love with this movie? I hated the way Willy Wonka was portrayed as a sad man trying to make up for his unhappy childhood. I would choose the original movie about candy and naïveté over the new one with it’s flashy digital oompa loompas and psychological back story any day.

I realize I may be chastised for what I’m about to say. I’m going to go ahead and throw it out there though. I think The Andy Milonakis Show on MTV is great. I know what some of you are saying. I’ll save you the trouble. How can she possibly like Andy Milonakis? He’s juvenile, offensive, and totally ridiculous. Yes he is. Does anyone else like it? Please tell me I’m not the only one who has the sense of humor of a 13-year-old boy sometimes.

The Unexpected

I behaved so well. I was enthusiastic. I didn’t complain. I smiled the entire time. I sat still for the manicure and pedicure while wearing a pink and green Lily Pulitzer outfit. I got ready for the rehearsal dinner with the other bridesmaids. I was perfectly coordinated. I wore turquoise. Saturday was a marathon. The schedule was tight. We raced to our hair appointments. I had to weave through the gay pride festivities in Chelsea to get to Pier 60 in time. I made it. My hair was perfectly straight. The Vera Wang Dress was stunning. I did not trip while wearing my bronze strappy heels. By the time I showed up at the Soho Grand for the after party I was ready to call it a night. As it turned out I was glad I didn’t. The Pinot Grigio haze I was in prevented me from walking away too soon. I had forgotten what it felt like to be flirted with. When I did finally leave I mentally recounted the events of the evening and came to the conclusion I was reading much more into it than there actually was. The Sunday brunch was very intimate.
The sun was shining and the tables had bright yellow umbrellas. It was a nice end to a nice weekend. There he was in a crisp blue Polo shirt and khaki pants. He sat next to me and made small talk. Then he asked me out. I had to say that I was flattered and that I absolutely would have said yes had I lived in New York (or even the tri-state area) and had I not been scheduled to leave in three hours. He cancelled the car that was supposed to take me to LaGuardia and drove me himself. It was a nice touch.