First, due to having the best husband in the world ,had a fab Bloody Mary about 3 seconds after I got home, crying and sputtering and such.
The next day I sipped Dr. Pepper through a bendy straw, further nurturing my wounded inner something or other. I bought this dress, which should go great with the pink glitter heels hiding in my closet. It's a nice thick tank top attached to a basic net skirt. Just enough costume-ness to be fun, but not so much that it's weird. Date night, yeah!
Then I had some of this...
I listened to this song about 100 times because I really like it.
All the work strife has reminded me to do the stuff I like outside of work too (besides drinking and eating chocolate!). I write, and when I make the effort, get my stuff published. This weekend I sharpened my Ace Hotel pencils, cleared off the desk, and cranked up the tiny pink laptop. I am really excited that I have already submitted one story and have several more essays and things in the works. I'd really like to get something in Bust Magazine. My favorite places to send submissions are usually feminist/woman-run presses, so I keep an eye out for calls from Seal Press and the like. (Did anyone else obsessively love the books in the Live Girls collection?)
31 is a really good year so far. Even the shite that happens seems to come back around and validate the good things going on. Score!