I wish I had some Bloody Mary mix in the house. That sounds absolutely perfect this morning, but alas, I am making do with Bailey's in my coffee. It's IRIS SATURDAY, Paul's and my favorite parade day, and it is stunningly beautiful outside already, 63 degrees with a high of 79, not a cloud in our gorgeous sky, the sun is shining--how does it get better for standing out on the street screaming for beads while day drinking?
Last night I was so tired I almost wept out there on the parade route--despite being that deep tired you can feel in your bones and joints, I was out there till the bitter end of Morpheus last night. Despite the agony, though, I had a great time. I love Carnival, I truly do. It just amazes me that every year we have this ENORMOUS event, and even if they didn't throw anything (as if, who am I trying to kid) it would be fun to people watch, if nothing else. And there's no escaping Carnival; even if you don't want to participate, it's so ubiquitous you have no choice: you have to just give up and go with it otherwise you'll make yourself crazy. I walked over ten miles yesterday, between going to and from work as well as walking around in the Quarter passing out condoms, and I'll have to do that again on Monday. Sigh. At least Fat Tuesday is a holiday and I don't have to work; and it's a short work week. Huzzah!
I also heard from an editor this morning I submitted an essay to that she loved my essay, which was finished while I was in Kentucky and so I wasn't sure if it was any good or not. YAY, ME! I am very excited about this, as you can probably imagine: good news about writing is always welcomed in the Lost Apartment. Being a writer is so bipolar, really; you go from highs of "wow I am really good at this" to horrifying, depressing lows of "why do I bother I so clearly suck at this." It's undoubtedly why so many of us drink.
Xanax is also helpful, I find.
I am going to try to get all this laundry done and finish cleaning the kitchen before Iris arrives...and I already have a lovely, pleasant buzz from the Bailey's. Huzzah!
But I still wish I had a Bloody Mary.
Here's an Iris memory for you: