Where have I been? Why here, in California, the entire time. Last weekend, a good friend came in to town suddenly. Sadly, she was able to stay with me and sleep through the night since there was no baby to wake her with its cries. Being the bitter, aging hags that we are, we decided to go to San Francisco for the 4th of July. Having no strollers to push or husbands to accompany us, we ate where we wanted and found ourselves at Coit Tower, which offered a great view of the city. Later, we spent money that we could have used to buy formula on some delicious wines and seafood at Scoma's. Neither of us being pregnant, we finished the meal with some tiramisu and irish coffee.
The next day, we awoke in a house painfully free of children around noon. No children whined as I got lost in San Francisco and none screamed as we strolled through Cathedral Grove in Muir Woods. Our empty wombs ached as we ate a lovely dinner overlooking the ocean at Sutro's in the Cliff House that evening. On Sunday, we awoke early, not because we had to get the children ready, or even to set a good example, but to drive up to Sonoma. We wasted a day of our prime childbearing years tasting splendid wines and idly flirting with the guys at the wineries. Eventually, we blew the $500 we could have spent on diapers on fine wines.
[pictures and links coming soon, I just wanted to get this post published]
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Where Have I Been?
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"Spree," who claims that the LHS class of 1999 "rlz," asked "$500 on wine in this economy?" I shouldn't have deleted the comment, it was too funny. Yes, actually, $500 on wines in this economy. Because guess what, we can afford it.
S/he also asks "Are all people who live in California shallow, self centered wine snobs?" To which, I say, no, some of us live outside of California.
Then, there was the best part, "I'm sure all of your things make you very happy at night when you're alone." Actually, my things don't make me happy, but the memories of great experiences, good meals, times with friends, that all makes me sleep like a baby, whether I happen to be alone that night or not.
I know you're jealous, keep it coming.
No, we're done. Your post and your comment deleting shows exactly what kind of person you've become.
"Your post and your comment deleting shows exactly what kind of person you've become."
Whatta tool. Because, you know, her calling you a snob, ridiculing your decisions, and throwing supposed "insults" like telling you you're ALONE (gasp!) says *nothing* about the person she's become. Oh, and the fact she can't man up and expose her identity. Well done.
Ha. Spree would puke if he knew what kind of money I blew on a plane ticket to come see you in T minus 12 hours. Yep. In "this" economy. I know, I know. It's money I could have spent on an awesome dating service to bag me a husband and pursue the natural order-so I don't have to (GASP! GASP! GASP!) ...be alone.
Also, I deleted the comment in a hasty decision, which reflects more what I was. What I've become is the person that regretted the deletion and then posted the contents of the comment in their entirety. What that is is someone who laughs at lame, insecure loser's attempts at somehow "shaming" me and also exposing how unfortunate their lives have become. But, Spree is done exposing his/her jealousy, so I guess s/he'll not be back. Good riddance.
People that feel the need to make entire blog entries talking big about the choices they've made in life and putting down the opposing choices, are questioning those choices and trying to justify themselves.
So keep on telling yourself how wonderful your life is, maybe it will some day come true.
It already has :D
Andrew - whoops, I mean, Spree, honey, people who feel the need to anonymously "analyze" and criticize someone who writes a blog post about her own experience, without knowing the motivation behind the post or, indeed, the actual person who wrote the blog post, is actually the unhappy one.
A happy person doesn't waste their time trying to convince people they're not as happy as they say they are. Or insult them for claiming to be happy. And you know why? Because they're too busy being too damn happy to be bothered by other people laying a claim to happiness. I know, it's a little deep.
Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is what you call community service, who knows. Urs, take note: never satirize how other people's life decisions would affect your own life. Spree says it means you're not happy. And what other people think about what you feel in your head is what *really* matters.
But, by all means, keep trying to convince yourself that you've got the answer Spree-pea. Maybe one day you'll get it!
This mama thinks your weekend sounds really enjoyable, Urs.
Those are exactly the kinds of things I liked to do in my, long, pleasant time as a happily unmarried adult before I got married and had Katie. :)
Good for you.
Also, Spree, you sound really bitter and defensive. Leave it alone.
"We wasted a day of our prime childbearing years..."
I about busted a gut laughing. You rule.
My things make me happy, I'm not gonna lie. Of course things make people happy; if they didn't we wouldn't bother to have them. Duh.
Also, I just looked at your food pics. Yum. Can I come play with you guys once I finish this Ph.D? I promise not to bring the husband :)
Yes, Erica! By all means!
...and it would be better if you left your husband at home so I'm not constantly reminded of the terrible, lonely existence that I have. And my empty womb. I hate remembering that, too.
I love my empty womb!
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