I think my arms want to break up with me

Because I made them carry home a 15 or so pound table in a box from work (all smashed flat in a little box). It hurt a lot. There was burning and an inability to work them for a few minutes after I finally got to set the tables down. Yeah, so that happened.

Then the kitteh's (and I am looking at you James Dean) tried to eat my sammich before I ate my sammich, and this did not sit well with me. However, I defended my sammich's honor.

Speaking of eating, Sam took me to Gibson's last night for dinner. It was outstanding. Their food is crazy amazing, and by food I mean meat because mostly that is what they cook. The ginormous "small" sirloin I had was exquisite! Best steak I ever, ever had. So yummy. I do though find it funny that they explain to me what medium meant--I know, I grew up on a farm I could show you on a real animal where my steak came from and I could do better with more cuts on a pig and I could even point out some cuts on a lamb, I get it. I mean turns out I am not just a pretty girl in a dress and high heels.

Which leads me to a dress and high heels and tights in the winter on Chicago streets. Yup, I walked slow, and yes I did feel ridiculous. But I looked pretty for the v-day dinner. I guess that was the important part, and I did strongly suggest we take a cab home from dinner.

Tomorrow is the valentine's day. Still don't know what Sam got me. That may not happen until the weekend because it turns out I won't get to see my fabulous new boyfriend on or very first valentine's day. Oh well!

Dress shopping: it works better with girlfriends

If for no other reason then as my dear Anna Schlegel says, "You can do a montage!" At the adorable Andersonville boutique I was at, they had the perfect place for it. There was a couch right in front of the dressing rooms and the three way mirror.

I finally (!) got a fantastic dress for the wedding. I will be killer. It is cute, and a little bit 40's/50's style--in the way cute cotton sundresses are lately. It has a floral print that is not too flowery with browns, blues, hints of red, peach and green on a white background with red bands on the bottom of the just below the knee skirt, the cute (and amazingly placed so that they are flattering) pockets and the neckline (it has spaghetti straps), plus a bow that ties in the back made of the same fabric as the dress to be subtle, and there are soft pleats that make the skirt really full. I also bought a long string of shiny red beads to wear with it, borrowed turquoise pumps (with a flower on them) from Anna to wear (they are naturalizers, fit well, and will be totally danceable), I can wear my little boxy brown jacket if it is cold (or a cream shawl), and I will carry a little red clutch. Stacy and Clinton would be so proud. Do not worry, pictures of me in the dress will come later (and maybe even sooner then that pictures of the dress). Plus it just fits perfect. The fug girls would ask me where Lily Allen took me shopping for my fabulous frock. I would get a well-played in this. I haven't been this excited about a dress since my first communion dress. It is that amazing (my first communion dress eschewed all of the crazy frills and poofiness of all my friends and was basically a sailor dress in all white, it was awesome, I would wear something just like it if I had it now).

Last night, I went to a dinner party and got very, very drunk (for which I blame Jeff Davis--it was his party--and my last drink of the night, a tumbler of vodka, chambourd, and champagne with a twist of lime. Although I do recall some conversations with Anna Schlegel where she may have started a fan club of me or something. But I would easily start a fan club for her. She amazes me. I don't know how you can be a smart, funny, talented, good-natured, ass-kicking, and brilliant as she is all the time and still have time for sleep. I don't get it. She rules. Plus she is somehow making my roommate come out of her shell. That rules too. My roommate does not realize how awesome she is, but she should.

Soooooo tired

Looks like collapsing like a rag doll is happening sooner rather then later.

Also, black ace dress is the winner--unless tomorrow I buy a new dress that fits fantastic, so that is unlikely.