on november 10, 2007, shannon stamey (the boy, my boy) had his very first exhibition at a museum of art. it just so happens that i work at this museum. it was fun. there was a band (that i booked-- the prayers and tears of arthur digby sellers) alcohol, tons of art appreciating folks, loads of compliments (on the evening itself and more importantly, shannon's works). the evening was a success. i love my new job, and, more importantly, i love my boyfriend. (yes, i am mushy and gushy over him, have been for sometime, even when we struggle.) the best part of the evening came, however, after the party when we went down to the highlander and then back to jon's house to drink and be merry. and boy, were we merry. i haven't laughed that heartily or that thoroughly in a long time. especially just over hiccups. ha. we talked about our hopes, dreams, even mr. sunshine and politics. it was a cliched evening, one that should have had a mr. robin williams ala dead poets society in it minus all the depression.
the next day was not nearly as pleasant. who knew drink almost a whole bottle of red wine by yourself could make you feel so utterly awful all day? lord have mercy. i threw up at 8PM the next day.

bleh. red and i will not be hanging out for quite some time.

either way, the weekend made me happy. i am looking forward to things to come, namely, Thanksgiving. i am a sucker for the holidays. we actually already put up our tree at work. it makes me miss working at Starbucks, doing the holiday reset, and being gloriously happy that we got to (considered forced to by most others) to listen to holiday music. oh the peppermint mochas, the gingerbread lattes... :( how strange am i that i MISS working at starbucks?