Life is Weird ~Jack Kerouac

I see that we now have 12 hits to our blog, of course we are ridiculous about that.  It seems that people actually do put kittens and champagne into their google browser.  Who would have thought that besides us?

The universe is being weird to me right now.  On Monday I found two wayward socks, you know those socks that somehow never get out of the washer/dryer and you hope that you will someday find them?  Well, I did, after about 2 years.  Two, in one day.  It's weird.  And I don't have the most unusual or the most common name but on Monday (again with Monday), I got called three variations of my name.  That never happens to me.  I think the universe is telling me to give up my quest to not drink for a month.  Or is that just you in my ear? heheheh

Tonight I went to my favorite bar and again the older gentlemen who started the conversation I texted you about the other night was there, sans his wife.  He's in his 60s or so, had a successful ad agency in Silicon Valley for 25 years and his wife (who he actually married twice!) is in Singapore.  So he came to have some scotch and soda and I was there to have a bit of food, only two glasses of wine, so proud of me!  It was a lovely conversation, he was interesting and forthright, maybe thinking he wouldn't see me again.  He even covered the tab, which was very sweet.  He wanted to know my life circumstances, which I explained and he was genuinely caring, not offering platitudes or false promises with the sucky hand life has supplied me.  That's really awesome for me to find, of course makes me angry when the people I've known my whole life can't be accommodating of me but c'est la vie.  A conversation got started about the bartender having recently turned 30 and I said "when I was thirty, etc." and this man was like "WHEN you were thirty?"  He thought I was his daughter's age, 21, which seems a bit crazy but I'll have to live with it I guess.  He complimented my skin and the fact that I laugh a lot, which doesn't lend to my age.  That was really nice.  Combats the strange week I had last week. 

So it seems that not drinking at all will be difficult.  My plan had been to only drink if offered but it seems that is happening more than I would have anticipated, my dad even offering to open TWO bottles of wine.  And since you will be here in 3 weeks, well so it goes.  But I think I can work on the mental stuff, not relying on alcohol to calm myself down or to be jovial.  Life can suck and it can be weird (thank you Jack Kerouac) but as this man, Bill, said his life's motto is something along the lines of life can be difficult but there are those moments that make it all worthwhile and beautiful and the quest for those moments fills the bland and boring moments.  Simply for me, writing this to you, listening to my kittens stampeding down the hallway, lovely red wine, knowledge that somewhere someone is happy to have known me, those are great moments and the rest is forgotten, for now ;-).