“It’s not what I do, but the way I do it.
It’s not what I say, but the way I say it.”
- Mae West

I swear, when I’m buried, I want to be buried in an outfit modeled after Mae West.  The more I read what she’s written, said, or done, the more I believe she was reincarnated into me.

So at sushi today, while Kari and I were voraciously bitching at one another over miso soup, I realized that I was totally monopolizing the conversation.  We were each in a crisis of sorts, and I had gone on and on about mine.  Because, let’s face it, it’s all about me. (I am SOOOO not that girl; I say that entirely in jest.)

It is just nice to have someone on the same ballfield as you that you can talk things through with.  I love all of my friends, but we’re all in very different places. (That’s one of the things I love about all of us.) Kari and I are both DINKs, sort of, we have both been with the same company the same amount of time, we both share the same political views.. anyway, back to what made me blush.

Yes, I blushed.  Sarah Brown, ruler of all things inappropriate, blushed.

A lady walked by our little cubby and stopped and grabbed me on the arm.  Now, we both work in Madison, which is home to all things engineering, so we usually see tons of people we know when we dine at sushi-Thursday.  I figured I had just totally forgotten ever meeting this lady.  Wouldn’t be at all odd.

But she said, “You don’t know me (cue Sarah relaxing), but you have the cutest hair I have ever seen in my life.  That’s all; you can take it and run with it.  I just wanted you to know.”

It really, honestly made me blush.  Random compliments, guys.  Spread the love.

Not but a couple of hours later, I sat in a room of 40-so people, working schedules and baselines real time.  Now, I don’t care how deft you are on your own personal laptop by yourself at your desk, when 40 pairs of eyes are on your every move and every keystroke is projected on to two movie screens, it’s hard not to be a klutz. I can schmooze with the best of them offline and not bat an eye, but when I’m driving a meeting like this, it’s hard to relax.  You have to stay on-point.

After the meeting, the loud, furious LTC who had been chairing the meeting came over and shook my hand.  “You’re damn good at what you do, ma’am,” he said, smiling.  “You have a grace that is to be admired.”

Great hair AND grace.  AND sushi.  It’s been a good day.

“I have met a lot of hardboiled eggs in my time,
but you’re twenty minutes.”
- Oscar Wilde

I can’t wait to go see Proof this weekend.  I can’t wait to walk in, arm-in-arm with Kevin, and go find our seats.  I can’t wait to sit at intermission and converse what we would’ve changed.  I can’t wait to hug my handsome stage manager husband afterwards.  I can’t wait to go out with the large group we brought.  I can’t wait for those things.

It has been a long week.  I’ve been fairly reticent this week, for many vast reasons.  Most of which I can’t list here because of pending litigation, and I learned many moons ago that flapping your tongue is the quickest way to lose a case.  Not everyone has caught on to that.. so thanks for writing our case for us.

I am debating whether or not I want to cook for Thanksgiving.  As it stands, it will only be the two of us for the holiday, but I don’t know what I would do if I had no leftover turkey with which to make the best sandwiches ever.  So I may have to find a very small turkey and cook it. (I don’t even think Bryan likes turkey.) I also make some killer green-bean casserole, and Bryan and I HAVE to have cranberry sauce.  So, I dunno.. maybe we could be a newlywed couple and have a real first Thanksgiving.

Everyone always asks me that: “How’s married life?”  Um, it’s a lot like, if not identical to, non-married life.  I wish we were together more often, but because of our committments, that’s not always possible.  And, really, that makes our time together more valuable.  Last night, we had some AMAZING food at the Po Boy Factory (it’s quickly becoming our new favorite hangout because our food is always good there and we can walk from our house), then we made chocolate chip cookies together and vegged out in front of “Top Chef”.  Sounds mundane, but it was soooooo restful after the week we’ve had.

And today, my dears, is Thursday.  Thursday means cuddling in the morning because our schedules mesh.  Thursday means sushi with Kari.  And Thursday means “The Office” while cleaning house.  I love Thursdays.

I remember having wine on Steph’s porch last June after a concert in the park.  The weather was oddly still and mild, and there were light-in-bugs abounding.  There was a strong breeze which came out of nowhere.  And as we sat there and drank, I remember thinking, “Life is okay.  Whatever this is, I’m okay with it.”

And I still am.