vacation, day one

first vacation day, a lot of random stuff. cleaned a bit, read a bit. played gin online a bit. took monkey for the start of her next round of chemo. while i was in the waiting room waiting for her to be done, an older man and woman came in carrying their little yellow dog, wrapped up in blankets on a sled. the dog died on the way there, and the sweet little thing was lying there with that awful vacant stare. the woman was beside herself, hoping she could be saved still, and my heart completely broke for her. i went home in despair and ate an entire pint of phish food (frozen yogurt, so at least it was lower-fat).

went out for drinks with some gals from work in the evening. we started off at tia's, a bar/restaurant on the waterfront that was MOBBED. after a couple of hours, we made our way over to the sail loft, another waterfront bar, where we had another coupla drinkies and perfected our rock fists to the 80's hair bands on the jukebox. (you know the rock fist... put your arm straight out in front of you, ball your hand up into a fist... and then slowly bring your arm in to your side to the beat of the music. staple of 80's rock stage performances.) the gals all got hit on by a group of drunk, sunburnt real estate guys... that's what you get for being a group of leggy blondes in a bar. :) i sat back and enjoyed the scene... i've never enjoyed that whole thing, getting hit on by drunks... so i let them fend off the guys while i laughed mightily.

off to bed... lazy day planned for tomorrow. woo!