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Wonderful night. To remember:
A long-ago planned Tequila Girls' Night out. I almost called in sick, I almost didn't drive across town, I almost didn't put on lipstick and heels. Almost. But I made myself go, since I'd initiated the whole things, and I'm so glad I did. We met at South Congress Cafe for appetizers and wine and delicious entree specials. Former and present TQM girls arrived and saucy conversation abounded. I felt privileged to be in such company, to be part of a group comprised of such talented, smart, beautiful, honest, open, accomplished women. I think they're my friends, and that makes me happy.
Tomorrow night I'm going to grab drinks with a couple folks from my finance class, in celebration of our As on last week's exam. This makes me happy, too.
Ali was home before me and Victor was watching a football game on our TV, which meant no Halo for Ali. Instead he cooked himself dinner and cleaned house and when I got home, tipsy and happy, he was worn out and down. It's funny how like a see-saw life is, up and down and the perfect balance we sometimes find is just so fleeting. Lately we struggle with his Halo playing, not because it is so much but because it leaves so little for the rest of his life, for me. It's funny to me that sometimes we even take fighting for granted. If I stopped fighting him for time, for attention, wouldn't that be a shock? I think I may do just that.
A long-ago planned Tequila Girls' Night out. I almost called in sick, I almost didn't drive across town, I almost didn't put on lipstick and heels. Almost. But I made myself go, since I'd initiated the whole things, and I'm so glad I did. We met at South Congress Cafe for appetizers and wine and delicious entree specials. Former and present TQM girls arrived and saucy conversation abounded. I felt privileged to be in such company, to be part of a group comprised of such talented, smart, beautiful, honest, open, accomplished women. I think they're my friends, and that makes me happy.
Tomorrow night I'm going to grab drinks with a couple folks from my finance class, in celebration of our As on last week's exam. This makes me happy, too.
Ali was home before me and Victor was watching a football game on our TV, which meant no Halo for Ali. Instead he cooked himself dinner and cleaned house and when I got home, tipsy and happy, he was worn out and down. It's funny how like a see-saw life is, up and down and the perfect balance we sometimes find is just so fleeting. Lately we struggle with his Halo playing, not because it is so much but because it leaves so little for the rest of his life, for me. It's funny to me that sometimes we even take fighting for granted. If I stopped fighting him for time, for attention, wouldn't that be a shock? I think I may do just that.