pikmeup

this week, a friend of mine told me that she is pregnant. this is a friend with whom i associate all the exquisite vices in life (wine, cigarettes, terrible karaoke), so naturally, when she told me, i was shocked. "what of the cigarettes?! and the wine?! and the ruthless karaoke?!", i thought, hideously. but she is happy for this, and she and her husband are kind, wise people who will undoubtably make a strong family, so i was happy as well. then tonight, i had a glass of wine while watching a terrible made for tv movie about parents whose child goes missing (but then they find him) and the parents were going so bonkers and flipping out in every scene, and i thought, based on that, that it must be a nice thing, having a kid like that. i thought that maybe its worth all the chardonnay in the world, to have a kid like that. i am happy for my friend.

and then tonight, before the glass of wine, i went out to cafe pick me up. i went because i couldnt seem to stop watching this abomidable show (i have a problem with this- i shouldnt own a television) called "so you think you can dance" (i, by the way, think i can dance, but only in the privacy of my own home), and i was becoming disgusted with myself. plus, i wanted to read this book that im trying to finish before we go away, the secret history, by donna tartt. i didnt really want to go at first, but i forced myself and im glad i did. it was good to sit there with a cup of coffee and a negro modelo, trying to read but really just eavesdropping on other peoples conversations and i kept wondering if i could do this in SA. listen to other people's conversations that is. i assume they will not typically be in english, and will my spanish ever be good enough?? it remains to be seen, i guess.

good night, pals and gals.