it is 6:39 a.m. you’re asking yourself, “why is sarah up?” and that’s a very valid question.
sarah just can’t sleep. it’s as if my body has decided that it’s time to go back to work.. so let’s go!
instead, i’m watching the sunrise and cudding with My Baby Mabel (who is, technically, not supposed to be on the couch with me, but she’s my baby). sunrises always make me deep. sorry about what’s to follow. you can stop reading now and go visit boing boing or something instead, should you care to.
we had a date night last night. it actually didn’t start that way, but it ended up that way.. and that really kinda brought some things to light.
the night actually started because, in my more recent efforts to save money, i took a gig as a singing telegram girl. (this is because it’s the only RESPECTABLE cash-on-delivery job i was offered.. although the pay is SIGNIFICANTLY less.) anyway, last night, i was booked for a doctor’s birthday, and they specifically asked for marilyn monroe. geez, i don’t know if i can do that, i told my agent. it might be a little out of my league.
::cue coy giggle::
anyway, so i put on my boobs-barely-hanging-in dress, slid on my black velvet gloves, and strutted right in there. bryan drove because.. well, because it’s just better to not go alone. learned that one young. so i was supposed to call the organizer on the cell phone when i arrived to find out where the party is sitting, but the restaurant was COMPLETELY devoid of any cell phone reception (how odd IS that?), so i had to wander through the slammed dining establishment, asking random tables (in a breathy, high pitched, natural blonde kinda voice), “is there a birthday boy here who needs some help blowing out his candle?”
needless to say, when i found the good doctor, i had drilled up quite a buzz. don’t EVER tell me i can’t work a room.
sang “what are you doing new year’s eve?” and the famous (and slutty) marilyn classic “happy birthday, (dr)”. the good doctor was visibly uncomfortable.. which just egged me on more. got a standing ovation after both numbers. and had more people ask me for my card than i was prepared for.. which was everyone, because i had not a card on me. and let’s just admit it, pulling a business card out of my boobs would’ve been the ultimate finale. ::sigh:: next time.
anyway, the organizer gave me a LOVELY tip, so i thought bryan and i deserved a nice night. we went for beauregards (mm hm), got waaay too full, then wandered down to the bookstore to “walk off the full”.
which brings me to this, which we talked about later.. bryan and i just honestly ENJOY each other. we make each other do spittakes. we laugh A LOT. we enjoy touching each other. we constantly think of each other. and we are both human.. we both make mistakes. A LOT. we both admit to them, we talk about them, and then we move on. it’s all about honesty and respect.. and the two go hand in hand.
i guess i thought it about it because, although i’m an honest person, i’m not known for respecting the men i’m with. they have to EARN it. bryan did. and i know that it’s been a long while since bryan’s been inspired to respect a woman he’s with. so we work. we’re honest, and we respect eachother.
i’m sure there’s more to it than that. but i think, as far as life is concerned.. it’s not a bad starting point.