An afternoon out...

I've had a little bit to drink, so if this doesn't make sense, blame it on the booze. Matt hates that word, by the way... booze. I'm not completely sure why, but he throws a fit every time I say it. I suppose he's entitled. Anyway, we took a little trip DFW on Monday, which was awesome because I really need to get out of the house more. He took me to eat at Red Lobster--we don't have one in town--then to Barnes and Noble, Total Wine & Liquor, and to Central Market (how I love thee, let me count the ways!). It was really, really nice.

I got a bottle of liquor called Kinky, which is apparently vodka infused with blood orange liqueur, passion fruit, and... er... something else. I don't remember off the top of my head. This stuff is amazing. Like, put a period between every letter A.M.A.Z.I.N.G! I've almost downed the whole bottle, sadly, but that means we have reason to go back. And it's not overly expensive, either, which is nice. Though my mom tells me I shouldn't drink when I'm depressed, since it's a downer. But, when better to drink? I need the booze to make me feel better. :P No, really... I know I shouldn't, but at least I'm not mixing it with anti-depressants, since I'm not taking them right now (even though I should be).

At Barnes and Noble I found a few things... okay, maybe more than a "few things." I got a magnet with a proverb that says, "Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly," which, I think, speaks to where I am right now emotionally. I also got a list-making book called List Your Self, which sounds a little strange, I guess, but I couldn't resist. It just seemed like something I could do to really think through some of my issues. I've always been a list-maker, so that should be something I can do to help myself. I also got Story of O by Pauline Réage. Published in 1954, it was the first erotic novel. So far, it's pretty amazing. Some other stuff, too, but nothing worth mentioning.

All in all, the afternoon was nice and it was an outing I needed. Matt was exhausted, since he'd just worked a 36 hour weekend, but he pulled through--finally getting his 21 year old scotch helped smooth over the aches and pains, I think. He said, "my drink is old enough to drink." Ha! Never mind how expensive well-aged scotch is, sheesh! Yesterday, we went bowling (Matt didn't bowl, but I did and so did Mel & Joey). Now, since he's working today, I've just been trying to get a little bit of cleaning done. I've at least managed to run the dishwasher and make myself dinner to metabolize all the liquor--of course, I had starch, so not the best thing, but I'm getting by. Time to go unload and reload the dishwasher. Another 10 loads and everything should be clean. Good night.

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