Now that I’ve added a cold to the ever-growing list of ailments, I’m starting to get seriously peeved at the number of things I’m missing being stuck in the prison of ill-health otherwise known as my house.
1. The Lowest of the Low Goodbye Shows at the Horseshoe. I spent so much of my youth seeing this band, and one of the first post-high school rock shows I went to with my then friend, now RRBF, was the Low. So many memories. So crappy that I was stuck at home blowing my nose into kleenex.
2. Going to the movies. I want to see Harry Potter, Walk the Line, Rent and so many more—but I can’t. Because I can’t leave the house. Because I’m sick. AGAIN.
3. Holiday shopping. ‘Tis the season and we’ve got a new niece who needs Christmas presents. Grrr.
4. Dinners with friends, old-fashioned drink-ups, catching up over a pint, basically being social beyond email and instant messenger. I’m sick, tired and lonely.
5. Looking good while leaving the house for trips other than to the doctor. Which I haven’t done all week really. Oh, and the RRBF keeps laughing at me and saying things like, “It’s okay honey, I know what you’re supposed to look like.”
1. LOTL never really break-up for good. It’s only a matter of time.
2. I want to see all these movies too. We should organize something.
3. And God created online shopping.
4. I’m picking you up Saturday aft, come hell or high water.
5. A new lipstick and mascara (might I suggest Lancome Hypnose from Sephora.com) will brighten your mood and face. AND STOP PICKING! I know you’re picking!