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Danny and I were in Austin last night for his college friends Tom and Christina’s wedding reception (they were married on 9/1.) It was my first time meeting them, and they were a beautiful couple. I got teary-eyed more than once last night because their reception was so gorgeous and romantic. Danny turned to me in the dim light and said “I can’t wait.” Neither can I. We danced to both of “our” songs, though “At Last” is more our song than “The Way You Look Tonight”. Kinda like how grape and cherry are both my favorite, but grape is my most favorite favorite (special joke for my parents!)

Later that night, at around 3 am, the group of drunk college BITCHES in the room adjoining us started getting wayyy too loud, so I threw my quilt over my shoulders (like I’d go out in the hall in my little jammies) and knocked on their door and kindly asked that they keep it down because we were trying to sleep. I was bleary-eyed and sleepy, not the least bit rude.

Well, as soon as I got back into my room, I could hear them loudly making fun of me, insulting me, calling me names, even for some reason complaining about my “huge fucking quilt” (they had to berate me for my choice of blanket?) So I went back, this time knocking quite angrily and told them, more firmly, that I can hear everything they are saying and I can even hear them specifically insulting me, and if they don’t keep it down I am calling security. Well, the girl at the door was actually apologetic, but her friends were shouting from behind her.

So I swept my “huge fucking quilt” over my shoulder like a cape, stormed into my room, and immediately dialed the front desk. To my delight I heard security come to their door and inform them that if there was another complaint, he’d have to escort them out of the hotel. BOOYAH! They shut up after that. I wish they hadn’t so i could have gotten them kicked out. Ooooooooh they still make me mad. Bitches. Yeah, I have a huge fucking quilt. I bet you never had anyone love you enough to make you your own quilt, rude-ass bitches!

Well, I’ll try to start relating more anecdotes. I am taking a novel writing class and I am supposed to practice writing as much as I can, and even though the instructor was talking specifically about writing “morning pages” (aka crap you write before you are fully awake and will never show anyone) I am sure any type of writing is good practice. Or I am just decreeing that for my own self.

Anyways, my birthday, my mom’s birthday, my uncle’s birthday, and my future niece’s birthday all approach as October arrives. My wish list is goin’ on at Amazon, but there’s this magazine subscription I am interested in that I cannot put on my amazon wish list:

I’d like this History Magazine but it’s not available through Amazon and I wanted my family to know about it, you know, for my birthday or Christmas or whatever:

www.history-magazine.com

So if for some reason someone wanted to get me that they might want to inform Danny of their intentions so he can make sure I don’t get multiples You know, if anyone in my family was gonna get me anything. Friends, I do expect a night of good-natured drinking sometime after the 10th of October I think the weekend after is the 12 and 13th.

Ok, another post coming shortly.

One year ago today, my dear friend Hans passed away. In his memory, I share with you, again, what I wrote for his obituary:

HANS METCALF, beloved son, brother, friend, and partner, was taken into the arms of the Lord on Monday morning, September 18, 2006. He is survived by his mother and father, William J Metcalf & Jane E. Metcalf, brother, William J Metcalf Jr., grandmother, Anna Metcalf, and longtime girlfriend Emilie Sumera, as well as countless family, friends, and colleagues who loved him deeply. Hans was a gregarious, lively, and passionate friend with a great sense of humor and noble character. Born on January 2, 1980 in Baton Rouge, LA, Hans went on to earn a BS in Economics at LSU. With a glowing attitude and a winning smile, Hans charmed the hearts of everyone who met him. Through our warmest memories we will cherish Hans for all he was and all he did for us, and we will find strength in his lasting, laughing spirit.

So, I dabbed a little of the Paperback fragrance on today. It smells very manly, but it does have a bookish aroma. Hard to describe, but I keep sniffing my wrists so I must like it. A very wintry scent. Carrie, don’t buy it for yourself. That’s a gift coming from me!

This morning at around 5:30 I awoke with that horrible horrible back pain thats been threatening all week. I spilled an entire bottle of pills while rooting around on my bedside table. But I didn’t care because I was half asleep and in agony. I took my vicodin and soma and lay flat on my back. Gigi jumped up on the bed begging to go out (we think that’s what she wants, but who knows) and woke danny, so I told him I was suffering, and he held my hand and we both dozed off until the alarm went off for him to get up for his last day at his now offcially old job. He’s in Austin for the weekend and I kinda wish I had asked him to stay with me.

He offered but I didn’t want to keep him from his tournament. He offered again this afternoon when he got home from work, and again I said no. I was feeling ok at that point, but by 5:30 this evening I was in severe shot-in-the-back pain again and I called him in misery. I thought I would be ok on my own, but now I am not sure. I have to try. Just one night by myself and then I can go stay at my parents. I guess my meds aren’t working as well as they have in the past because I have to take them more and more often. This afternoon around 3 I was doin’ ok, in pain, but the dull achy pain. Sigh. Now I have to keep taking painkillers to even be able to breathe comfortably. I miss my Danny. Gigi will have to take care of me tonight. I am glad she’s learned to jump onto the bed on her own, because I can’t lift her and I want the company. She’s kinda skittish around me because I cry out in pain sometimes out of frustration.

Talk about frustration. I saw the orthopedic specialist a month ago and have had no news. I have called at least twice a week, leaving urgent messages, and no reply. As soon as I am officially on Danny’s new job’s health insurance plan (which should be soon) I am going to start aggresively seeking out answers again. Hit me with any test. I’ll see as many doctors as it takes. I can NOT have this happen in February!

Wow, 8 already. Maybe the night will fly by. I will probably go to sleep early if I can get comfortable enough. I have to bill another ten hours for work if I want to make my bonus, so hopefully a full day in bed tomorrow will be useful. I don’t think I’ll be billing any more hours tonight.

All my back pain posts sound the same. Sorry to be such a broken record, but my life feels like one.

My mom gets home from London tomorrow!

I recieved a fun package in the mail today. The fragrance minis I ordered from Demeter finally arrived. I ran out and bought four mini spray bottles at CVS because they came in splash bottles, and you can’t really control splashes. And you really want control with scents like these! I could only find 4 spray bottles and I needed 7. So, 3 scents won’t really be properly reviewed. And now, a review:

The Spray-Bottled Scents

Rain: So far is just smells like alcohol. It’s supposed to smell like the air just after it rains. I hope it eventually matures to that smell, because I love it.
Laundromat: Nice and clean and warm, just like clean laundry fresh out of the dryer, only better. Love it.
Birthday Cake: Dead on. Whoa. Smells like rich, creamy icing. Not sure how I would use this scent. But it’s accurate.
Holy water: I know, how can a Catholic girl purchase a fragrance called Holy Water and not feel guilty? But this smells like a nice, old church. Subtle, smooth, and yes, somehow holy. Very comforting. I love it.

Holy Water and Laundromat are scents I would wear daily and even spray on my pillow before bed.

The Still-Splash-Bottle Scents

Fireplace: Iffy. I really can’t tell. Without spritzing, it just smells strongly of alcohol with a hint of something else, maybe a fireplace-y smell, maybe not.
Paperback: This is one I am really curious about so I wish I had put it in the spray bottle instead of Rain. I can’t wait to really smell this one. It supposedly smells like paperback books.
Christmas tree: No need for a spray bottle to know that this one smells perfectly like a Christmas tree. Awesome. I will use this come The Season.

You know how I love nice and interesting fragrances!