Priorities

Okay, I am a pathetic creature. 

I have 15 minutes until my ride arrives to take me to the Friday Night Social Events. 

I am going with work friends to a nearby town (cool place, lots of character and ambiance) to listen to a band that these folks like.  I’ve never heard the band, but I’m great fun apparently so they invited me…

…but I’m not ready and, funny, I’d rather sit here and blow my own smoke to an invisible audience rather than get ready.  It’s not that I don’t care about the folks I’m going to be with, it is just that I do care about this a bit more. 

I’m a sad sack. 

Here I am blogging in curlers and people will be showing up in less than 10 minutes and I still have to pull clothes out of the laundry (brush my teeth because I just inhaled a Vodka Cranberry) and touch up the make up so I don’t look like I just walked out of the classroom. 

I’d better go.