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October 21, 2000

Why I hate having my picture taken.

Have I mentioned that I photograph horribly? That something very strange happens to my head whenever there's a camera aimed anywhere near it? It's true -- check out the photos Joanne took while she was here. The hell? The one where I look murderous made me laugh so hard I almost snorked coffee onto my computer. The others, even the ones where I was posing all nice, just make me look like a big freak! I don't look like that, I swear!

I'm thinking of holding a caption contest for the picture where I look so evil -- best caption wins some sort of prize.

Last night was the belated divorce party with my friend Dana -- I met her at work (Charlie's Kitchen, in Harvard Square) and we headed to the upstairs bar. Much drinking ensued -- Mike's Lemonade with some sort of raspberry stuff, yum... it's like you're not drinking alcohol at all! Which can be a bad thing... luckily, we were both too poor to get too sloshed. The two shots of Red Death didn't help, though, especially since they taste just like Kool-Aid.

It was a lot of fun -- we talked and giggled and talked more, getting progressively sillier as the evening wore on. A guy she knew came in, and we went and flirted outrageously with him. (He was terribly cute, but alas, has a girlfriend. Sigh. Apparently I told him he was adorable several times, making him blush and stammer a lot.) I headed for home at around 11:30 or so -- I was very tired, having been up since 5:30 that morning, and taking the bus to Chelsea at night can be a bit iffy. Got to Haymarket, waited and waited and waited for the bus, and by the time it showed up, I was nearly asleep on my feet. Sat down, put on headphones loud so I'd stay awake... and promptly fell soundly asleep. I woke up when the bus reached the opposite end of its run, about a mile from my house. Once it sunk in where I was ("Oh, shit! Woodlawn?!?") I slunk up to the front and asked the driver how long it would be before she headed back toward Boston. She said it would be about 45 minutes ("CRAP!!") so I explained, with much blushing, that I'd fallen asleep and missed my stop. She laughed, said she'd done that herself a few times, and, after making me swear I wouldn't tell a soul, she turned the bus around and drove me home. Staggered up the stairs, fell into bed, and had weird, unpleasant dreams all night -- in one, the divorce judge decided that he wasn't going to let Barry and I split up unless we agreed to live together for six more months. I don't remember the others, but that one was very vivid, and made me wake up very unhappy, until I realized it was just a dream, and an absurd one at that.

Just got a grocery delivery, so I'm going to cook some meatballs and then head off to town for find a birthday present for my mom.

Posted by Mary Ellen at October 21, 2000 05:05 PM

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Posted by: mara at May 18, 2003 05:53 PM

Posted by: Mary Ellen at May 18, 2003 10:04 PM