Yesterday may have been the best day ever. Seriously. I was almost afraid to look at that MegaMillion numbers just because yesterday was that good: It seemed possible that the universe was smiling on me with that big of a grin. “Hey, you got to resign today, you accepted a much better job, you got news that you are to have your first poem published, here… win the lottery too.”
But no, no lottery. I’ll just have to content myself with the other stuff. Believe me, I’m WAY content.
And now, today is my birthday. And I’m having the most surreal birthday party ever. In theory, it was just going to be me and some people my friend knows, all having a wine-tasting to blog about for/from Stormhoek. Now, it is art and Stormhoek and ambassadors. AMBASSADORS. Singing me happy birthday. That just blows my mind. Meanwhile, I’ve got to think up something to say about Stormhoek and the fact that they are the coolest people ever and the fact that they sent us 52 bottles of wine. Free.
And I can’t be pretentious or wanky.
So on my list of things to do today: get glasses for drinking, get cheese, crackers and grapes, get a membership to CostCo. Go down and start chilling the wine for 8:00 tonight. Oh yeah, and write that damn speech.
Honestly, my life seems incredibly odd, even to me. But as a side note, WOOHOO. I quit at BAC. And WOOHOO. Someone is publishing one of my poems.