It started with the alarm clock and continued on from there. I couldn’t get out of bed today, and once I made it to work it wasn’t any better.
I had a ton of work to do but I didn’t feel like I was getting anything accomplished. The hours were passing by like minutes. All I wanted to do was make it to 5pm and get the required amount of work completed.
Of course I hit my stride at 5pm and I ended staying later than I should have, but I did get quite a bit accomplished so that was the silver lining.
To make matters worse it felt like every time I looked at my phone there was a different email for a wine or liquor sale, or a special offer at a wine bar. They came in fast and furious as if they were taunting me. ‘It’s a beautiful day outside, wouldn’t you rather be sitting on a patio with a glass of wine or enjoying a Spring Training game?’
Ahhhh.. it all sounded so wonderful, but sadly I needed to work. It’s a cruel, cruel world.
On the way home I decided to try to salvage the day by making the pasta dish I made for the wine guy a few months ago. The one I failed miserably preparing.
I think I’ve learned enough to make it work this time, besides it’s super easy and it goes well with wine which is definitely in order for the night.
I popped into the grocery store, and grabbed what I needed along with an interesting bottle of Italian wine the sommelier recommended.
Then, it happened again. As I was checking out the clerk looked at me and just went on with her business. No request for ID, not even a pregnant pause.
This has happened in the past, but I’ve always blown in off in the past knowing I would get carded again.
But the closer I get to my historic birthday the more sensitive I become to not getting carded and the feeling that I may have shown my ID for the last time makes me a little sad.
I know it wont last forever, but I was hoping to at least make it to 40. My sister got carded when she was 40, and I have to compete with that…. I just do.
By the time I got home I had pretty much forgotten about it, and I managed to set my sights on the dinner at hand. Luckily I must have been channeling some Italian cook of some sort because it turned out ok tonight.
It’s almost enough to make me text the wine guy to tell him I redeemed myself!