Working girl.

I can't believe tomorrow I actually have to get up and go to a job. While I'm happy about this, it just is no longer part of my routine. So I'm forcing myself to not take a nap, which I desperately want, so as I fall asleep much earlier than usual. And I fondly remember a time when I used to get up at 5am to go to the GYM, and would knit at night until I nodded off at the late hour of 10pm. Ahh, the good old days.

Last night I worked another shift at Double Wide, but this time I rotated in a little bar tending too. I haven't bartended before, unless you count a one-time job at a Czech community hall in Ennis, Texas, wherein I slung beers and a few margaritas, but that was more of a party, you see. But I know my way around most normal cocktails, and a few less well-known (though I did learn the Red-Headed Slut last night, which sounded most vile), so it was not so hard. The evening confirmed two things: 1.) my hearing has taken a serious beating over the years - admittedly I was in the venue during a live show, so there is every reason it would be hard to hear, but I almost had to ask people to WRITE DOWN what they wanted - I guess now though I can lip-read "Pearl Light" and "Shiner" pretty well; 2.) I have developed a natural drowsiness threshold of 2am on the dot. I would like that to be earlier now that I am working, but even foot-loose and fancy-free as I have been, I really really want to be asleep at 2am. Which has not been much of a problem, but if you close a bar at 2am and you are still wrapping stuff up, it makes for a mighty miserable last half hour.

I had brunch with Courtney, Christine, Carrie, Shannon, Erin, and Peggy this morning. It was nice to catch up as I hadn't seen them in a while, though I sadly felt a little rushed at the end needing to go home and get David to work. And so now it comes: we are getting a second car. I've talked to a couple people selling and tomorrow we will go look. Hopefully by Wednesday we'll have another vehicle in our driveway. Not great, but necessary. Even now I sit at home, a little stuck, since I told David he could take the car. Naturally when I keep it, I do nothing. When he takes it, I think of about five things I would like to do. This does, though, give me an opportunity to take a nice walk over to my sister's, and do nothing around the house while a billion things actually need to be done, so I guess that is ok. It is a lovely day, after all.

Read through the edited version of our ceremony to get an idea of the length, and I cried in THREE separate places. I am going to read this over and over until I am less wont to cry, though I suspect the emotion of the day will bring up the tears in both of us anyway. Certainly I am biased, but I think it is a pretty good ceremony. We're pretty proud of it.

Anyway, I did not just post that random photo up there for nothing. That's me, Josh, and Jeremy about 11 years ago. I thought of it because Jeremy is going to be the sort of Master of Ceremony for the whole thing, and Josh our officiant. And I really like my hair short. I miss that breezy, young, flippy look I had going there, and wish I could recreate it. But I was in sunny LA, and I was 22 or something, so there is that.