Happy New Year!
Okay, not yet, but I will be asleep when it actually happens, so I’m trying to get out in front of this thing.
About this time, 10 years ago, I would have been looking for my wedding invitations. My grandmother had hidden them from me. Piece of work, that one.
Back in 2008, I was looking for a dress to wear to a company formal party. I came across a gown that made my heart fly up into my throat, and I did my level best to track it down. I called the company that made the dress. I called the manufacturer. I contacted the owner of the website. It was as if I were describing a cartoon gown to them. It did not exist outside that one picture I had seen.
Since then, I’ve searched for it now and then. Last night, not even looking for it, but looking for something entirely different to wear in Las Vegas, I FOUND IT. Not only did I find it, but I found it in 5 different colors, in MY SIZE! I let B pick the color, since he’ll be the one sitting across from it, and then I bought it (I wanted purple, but he looked so sad when I said, “Purple?” that I went with his choice of charcoal. Gray looks nice on me, so that will work.) It had better fit. I will be devastated if it doesn’t.
I asked about your coffee/tea choices yesterday because my friend The Starbucks Barista can profile you based on how you order your drink. You are all alarmingly normal. That was both comforting and a little disappointing.
FWIW, I take a Venti Blonde with No Room. What this means is that I hate Pike roast, am lactose intolerant, and have no time to trifle with sugar bags, which I inevitably drop into my coffee paper and all.
The Outside Lane 