I can't claim I hate Mondays like Garfield does, but this Monday has found me less than excited about, well, mostly everything. I'm beginning to get a bit anxious about mom's surgery (although it's a routine operation and she'll be in and out of the hospital within 24 hours on Thursday-Friday) and the month of work that begins on Thursday because of that surgery. Stress, stress. Besides that, my back hurts.
I woke up wanting to curl myself into a tight ball, because that was the only way my back didn't ache. I'm beginning to think it's my bed's fault. Thanks to dancing, I've never had problems with my back before, but this past summer things have changed. And now it's beginning to get very irritating. I think I may have to start saving up for a decent bed or a lot of massages...
My gosh, did I just complain about an aching back? Aiee, I'm really getting old! :) Pitiful, this is.
Weekend was nice, though. I even managed to enjoy myself at the sixties party, even though I had felt a bit non-festive before. I was very happy with my hair and makeup and actually my whole outfit. Mom's dress was cute and I even had the boots to match. Boots that one of the young men in the party told me were "fuck-me-boots"! *a shocked gasp* I beg to differ! My boots, although almost knee-high, are very conservative and so not what he said they were. I'm not that desperate! And besides, even if the boots were like that (which I refuse to believe), they haven't been of much help lately, hah. Mostly because I don't use them anymore... He did say, grinning, that maybe not all the men realize the nature of the boots and the ones that do, are too young. Ok, so what was that all about, anyway? Do I have a young admirer now? Geez, I feel old. :)
One more thing about the men in the party. I got them all kneeling down. Very obediently. :) I was the master of ceremonies for 10 minutes during the evening and someone suggested I should order a punishment (which is a drink) to the men who didn't kneel voluntarily when we sang a song for the ladies who had worked in the kitchen. As I'm so fond of men kneeling down, I agreed that the suggestion was appropriate and should be enforced. Fun, fun. The joy didn't last for long, though, since we girls got a punishment drink immediately afterwards for not burning our bras as the theme of the party would've required.
Bridget Jones' Diary was on TV last night. I so relate to that character and I so think Mr. Darcy is yummy. After watching the movie I had to watch an episode of Pride and Prejudice - only to gawk on Colin Firth a bit more... I borrowed my Hornblower-DVD to my brother, so I can't drool over Ioan for now - a dose of Mr. Darcy was a good remedy indeed. I'm a bit worried about the upcoming new version of Pride and Prejudice though. I don't think they'll be able to cast anyone as convincing as Mr. Darcy than Colin Firth. But the new Bridget Jones -movie is hopefully as good as the first one was. It'll be interesting to see how they've decided to handle the plot twist of Bridget wanting to meet Colin Firth since Colin will already be playing Mark Darcy... I've kept myself quite well uninformed about the production news, so if anyone out there knows the answer to my un-asked question, please do not spoil the experience for me. Thanks.
Gotta go wash the dishes now. No fun, blah.