Usually I'm super-sleeper (my superhero title?). I mean, show me a bed, and I'll get it in it and sleep if it's any time after nine pm. On the sunny side, I'm also an early riser, although less so now that I have a big-girl job that doesn't require me to drag my bleary-eyed self to work around 6am. This makes for a pretty boring night life, as you can imagine, but having known people who suffer fairly significant insomnia, I think I have the better deal overall. I am reminded of that this very early morning.
I had a couple of margaritas with a coworker after work today (yesterday?), which would normally give me a good buzz, but not make me drunk. Well, these margaritas were insidiously alcoholic, I tell you! Short story shorter, I got home at 6:45 and passed out the minute I hit the couch. A friend called me around 8pm, and when I pried one eye open to see who it was, I had a moment of panic: I thought it was 8 am in the morning on FRIDAY. I looked at the date on my phone and actually thought, "wasn't yesterday Friday? What the hell? Shit, I'm so going to be late to work!" (worse was the phone call: Friend: 'we're getting married!' Me: Silence F: 'On Thursday!' M: more silence. F: 'In Reno!' Me: Sigh.)
Seriously.
And now I can't, for the life of me, get to sleep. Just that one nap threw me off, although I suspect my anticipation of Guy's return is contributing. I am excited to see him, much more so than I expected. I am only slightly ashamed to say that I've been daydreaming about throwing myself into his arms at the airport and being twirled about, just like in the movies. Okay, I'll stop embarrassing myself. (Speaking of movies, I happened to catch Pretty Woman the other day. Still awesome. I told Guy that he and I are that couple--he's the refined, cutthroat gentleman, and I'm the smart but totally classless younger woman. He thinks he's better looking than Richard Gere; I think I'm smarter than a hooker. We both agree I'm much shorter than Julia Roberts. Undeniably we make much less than either of those characters. end tangent.)
Our event went well yesterday morning. It was held at an AMAZING location--if it weren't donated (my boss has some serious connections!), it would have cost more than I would be willing to pay for a wedding venue, although this spot would be more than perfect for such an occasion. Anyway, I think the people we brought together are the kind of people who don't often treat themselves to this kind of thing, and their various causes are all worthy, so they deserved it. And, hey! we got to be out of the office, away from the grind, and away from the phones. Of course, it puts everyone way behind, but it's rejuvenating.
What else can I prattle about? Guy gets into New York in two hours and will call me before the long flight to Oakland. I pick him up at 1pm. I have vacuuming to do, and clean sheets to put on the bed, and he will be coming home to a sparkling apartment. I rather prefer it with clothing and shoes everywhere, but he'd have a heart attack if he ever saw this place when he's gone! I guess he keeps me clean...
Ahhh, sleep is starting to call, I think...
EDIT. Guy is flying on a buddy pass, and his flight was full. He is stuck in Charleston, with no good prospects for getting home without buying a full-price ticket. I don't think I'll be picking him up this afternoon. This stinks.