I'm meeting with a nutritionist/alternative medicine woman (NOT named Quinn) late this afternoon to discuss some things. Got my fingers crossed this will be useful and informative in good ways. Class this morning went well enough. I spent all of class last week furiously taking notes between working on the budget I've discussed
I've been invited to a dressy martini party tomorrow night. I will have to wear old shoes, but the dress is a real showstopper. Woo hoo! And I've been looking for a reason to wear it. Have beautiful Tahitian pearls in vintage settings to go with it. Will look smashing. Will have a good time. Will miss the boy like whoa.
That gets me wondering if the two of us will ever go to elegant parties. The hosts of this shindig are big anime fans and gamers, so using them as an example he could be comfortable with the people. Alcohol's not his thing, but surely somewhere in the future of our shared brilliance we'll be invitees to something formal. Mmmmmm, Josh dressed up...
Honestly, I just keep having hazy ridiculous dreams about scenes like the party in A Beautiful Mind. I never said that. Disregard the "honestly" opening bit of that line. Alllll fraudity fraud fraud. I would never.
Time to go home. Need to get $ from the credit union for gas and flowers for hosts of tomorrow night's party. Then gas, then home, then meeting with this nutritionist-not-named-Quinn.
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