Thursday,
February 14, 2002
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hearts in the window series
ready for romance
divorce cake
nails ready for decadence
"The three chief causes of
divorce are men, women and marriage."
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sentimental I wake up and realize that it's getting late and I was dreaming of a young man with a green polka-dotted face. I am in a good mood. For no reason. Again. At work I finish the presentation and return to my other work. I decide to just eat a (small) plate of nachos for lunch. Only there is no cheese in the refrigerator. I thought I left some in there. But I can't find it. Sometimes the refrigerator is public property, sometimes I'm forgetful and sometimes they throw away stuff that is looking bad. One of the above. So, I go to Costco. I figure I'll walk around and see what they have good prices on and pick up another giant package of grated cheese. I end up with a jar of Jelly Bellies for the guy whose candy dish I've often raided, the cheese and some pens that write on photos which I'd never seen and which seem to be to be kind of interesting for my art projects. I always get sucked into buying stuff that looks like a good deal. But lately I've been better about delaying such purchases with the usual result that I never buy the stuff. Other items that caught my eye were CDs of the Bible, Goldfish crackers, a premium bottle of champagne in a red bustier, dry erase markers in interesting colors and sets of twelve nesting boxes in various colors. Yes, a bottle of champagne with a bustier. I thought of buying it for the woman whose divorce party we were attending. But it was premium champagne and expensive. And, yes. CDs of the Bible. I'm not religious but I am curious about the myths and literary aspects. And then I could give them to my mother. Nevertheless, I bought none of these things. Just the cheese, candy and pens.) Anyway, it was a chance to walk around and get a little movement, using the jelly bellies like a dumbbell. Dense little fellas. I see a co-worker buying a TV/VCR combo and the hostess for the party I'm going to tonight buying her supplies for cioppini dinner. She has had her nails painted with a red glitter paint. Her party is calls for 'divine decadence' she's said and celebrates a divorce. Ah, what we do on Valentine's day.
I have made one step towards opening this journal to more people. (I had given the new index link only to FFP.) But today I sent the link to one old friend who had been quick to e-mail when I ceased publication and one fellow journaler whom I trust with my secrets. (In spite of never having met him face-to-face. If people write long enough over a long enough period, then you know them I believe. If you feel you do from the reading. Not if you read and read and it's still a mystery. No, if you have the person figured out and they have been writing one entry after another where you could say, "yeah, I knew he'd do that," then it's real. Fakery won't last in that crucible. I haven't been proven wrong yet.) If you are reading this now and you didn't get access on this day, don't feel bad. I just sent it to those who asked. Luckily two people I trusted. Trusted with what exactly, I don't know. I haven't the slightest idea what this thing is...I just know that it has become somehow important to me.
The event. It's at our friend's house. SuRu is invited so we pick her up. I take champagne. Everyone else will bring desserts, I think. It turns out to be coals to Newcastle. She has a giant bottle of Veuve that was a wedding present. The thing is bigger than a magnum. I never remember the bottle names. This one must be equivalent to four bottles. Her giant, strong son gets the cork out after some work. I make it my drink of choice after the toast. There is still a lot left when I leave. We never opened my champagne. I leave it with her so she can continue to celebrate. It's kind of sad really. Games where you try not to say the name of the ex, burn memorabilia, shoot darts at a picture. I'm happy for my friend that she has it settled. But it's not something that makes you feel great about your marriage. (Which I do feel great about.) SuRu gets a monogrammed rock since the ex-name was an 'R' word. The cioppini is great, so good I have a second helping of it and the salad instead of dessert. With more champagne.
We are going to take a break from computers and other people for the weekend. And just talk to one another, dine with each other, etc. Should be great. I'll take pictures and maybe report later.
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