Off To A Slow Start
Here we are at Monday again and I’m making a rather slow moving entrée back into the world after a rock-star fun sort of weekend.
I imbibed just about one too many San Francisco Cable Car drinks at the Fairmont hotel and felt very retro with martini glass in hand. A Cable Car is the sort of beverage that tastes so good and then drops you on your arse.
Meaning, I loved every bit of that ride.
Since I’ve most certainly streamlined a few brain cells right on out of the ol’ noggin, I’ll use my friends at Unconscious Mutterings as a place to start this blogging week off right.
Without further ado, this week’s list of free association words:
- Trumpet ::
That reminds me of that old joke blues musicians tell….
“What’s the range on a trumpet?”
“Oh, about two hundred yards.
“Two hundred yards? What are you talking about?!”
“You know, when I throw it over the piano, past the accordion, through the banjo…”
- Love ::
What I felt for the world after I’d drained my second Cable Car beverage.
- Routine ::
It was nice to break up my dull work-a-day routine (that has me worn down to a nub) for a weekend of jolly debauchery.
It was much needed.
- Infringe ::
I may have infringed on The Good Man’s personal space when sleeping off both a wine tasting and a Fairmont cocktail party. I do tend to snore…and spread out, whilst in my cups.
Thankfully he was doing much the same. It was all good.
- Misgivings ::
Ah misgivings. What I had the next morning upon remembering that my middle aged self can’t rebound like I used to. The sun screamed in the windows, the reflux shouted in my esophagus, and I found a bruise on my arm that I can’t recall how I obtained.
So I was a bit low the next day. At breakfast, with my hair falling down in my eyes, as Roger Miller would say, I was unsure I was gonna make it through the day. Two eggs over easy with sausage and a pot of coffee and suddenly the day started looking a lot better.
Then I took a nap.
- Establish ::
And so, upon leaving the Fairmont, I had to establish just what a classy broad I am by setting my brand new glass “environmentally friendly” water bottle on the floor while I fiddled with my bag. I accidentally nudged the bottle, knocking it over. Once it hit the polished marble floor it shattered.
- Stupefy ::
Like liquefy. Only stupider. Or something.
- Constipate ::
Not even going to touch this one with a ten foot pole.
- Conjure ::
And so after the most fun I’ve had in a good long while, this morning I had to conjure up the ability to go back to work. It was all gray cubicle walls and “did you get that cost savings report done yet?”
I sat at my nondescript desk with no Cable Car in hand and sighed the sigh of the responsible grownup I am for forty (plus) hours a week, planning my next adventure.
- Miscellaneous ::
And thus ends the latest of my miscellaneous posts about miscellany.
(Isn’t that lovely? I yearn like a lovesick schoolgirl just looking at it.)
I wasn’t the only one having way too much fun at the Fairmont…this greeted me in the restroom off the lobby. Hell even I wasn’t having this much fun….
Photos by Karen Fayeth, taken with iPhone4 and the Hipstamatic app.