Last time I wrote an entry, I was feeling pretty salty. I spent my actual B-day alone feeling sorry for myself; a certain someone got the wrong present, told me they’d be out of work early and didn’t arrive home until midnight, and nothing was going the way I wanted it to. What can I say? We all get a bit salty from time to time, and if there’s any day you’re allowed to be surly, I’d say it’s on your bday when things don’t go as planned.
I celebrated my bday yesterday to make up for Saturday. It was tame… I want a three-day bender.
Yesterday afternoon, we drove to Redhook for lunch at Brooklyn Crab: more oysters, per my birthday wishes. I’m a simple person… it doesn’t take much to make me happy.
My cat, Tuna, celebrated his 4th bday yesterday. He has been doing this weird and highly annoying teeth-grinding/air-chewing thing recently. He used to do it when he was hungry, but now he does it ALL THE TIME. I hope nothing is wrong with him. I made an appointment for him at the vet upstate next week. I’m sure he will need a $2,000 dental cleaning that isn’t covered by insurance. FML. This is why I am perpetually broke. It is impossible to save in this world even at a higher salary. I guess I’ll still be working at 80… if the world hasn’t imploded by then.
This week at work is going to be hell. I’m off today for President’s Day, but based on the amount of emails coming in when the office is closed, I can just tell that it’s going to be a shit show this week. Whatever – hopefully I do some good overtime. Lord knows I’ll need the extra cash to pay for whatever dental work or medical care my cat may need.
After dinner last night, we went to the new Ritz Carlton to check out the bar. It was pretty luxurious, and so were the cocktail prices. Not my style or crowd, but the bathroom was awesome. I want to live in the bathroom:
It was a pretty quiet birthday (not that they all aren’t lately).
The High Heeled C*ntessa 