So this weekend I ended up painting my bedroom.
It is now Dill Pickle colored, which, I must admit, looks fucking stellar with the deep red theme I already had going. And no, it is not red-and-green in the Christmassy way. It is deep royal red and pale creamy green in the god-damn-that-is-hot way.
Also occurring this weekend: a birthday party at which I drank a margarita, two vodka-tonics, and a shot of tequila, which under normal circumstances would have hardly made me tipsy (as I am a pretty big guy). However, I forgot to eat any, you know, FOOD that entire day, so when I got home I collapsed on my bed in a sleepy sleepy heap. Apparently I was so far out, I did not say anything to my boy when he tried to climb into bed with me, and so he thought I had gotten very angry with him about something he said in the car ride home, and was therefore giving him the Silent Treatment. I did not properly wake up until an hour later when StyleGirl was shoving me, trying to make me acknowledge the fact that my boy was downstairs, very upset, and about to take a cab back to Queens. Downstairs still felt like a very long way away, so I called his cell phone from my cell phone, repeatedly, until he came back upstairs and I could profusely apologize and ask him to please please crawl back under the covers. And then he did, and everything was fine again -- but for a few minutes I was in an utter panic that forgetting to eat my dinner had ruined my whole life.