Naptastic

I've been feeling a bit rag-tag tired lately, probably from not catching enough Z's on a nightly basis. Stupid rock n' roll lifestyle. (that was clearly a joke)

Caught an after work nap on Friday with the help of my friend Bourbon, to slightly refresh myself for Cinco de Mayo dinner and Die Bierstuben drinking ala Russ and Morgan.

And then I slept all day Saturday, with the exception of when I woke up in the early afternoon to go shopping for a couple hours downtown. I did buy a fabulous skirt on clearance, so I'm not too broken up about the lack of 200-ish more minutes of sleep.

After more extended nappage, I had to get up again to go to Big Gay Keith's wine party in West Seattle, to which I wore my fabulous new skirt.

Whenever I go to one of these shindigs, I am always so full of the Dread of standing around awkwardly because I don't know anyone and am intensely afraid that everyone will find out I'm a giant boring loser. Luckily, it was a wine party and it flowed freely, so the awkward stage only lasted about half an hour until I found out there was a UPS trainer and a DHL driver in our midst.

And do you think I cornered them and talked about shipping all night? Maybe a little smack-talk about FedEx Freight? Perchance to gossip about subcontractors and government regulations and airbills and how things can magically appear in Italy by noon the next day when you shipped it at 5 p.m.?

There's some pretty good odds on that.

Now, why would I worry about being giant boring loser again?