Achy Breaky...

This was the week in which I fell deep into my real life and could not emerge sufficiently to blog.

On Tuesday I felt achy which I dismissed as work out fatigue, but by Wednesday afternoon I could not deny that my entire body hurt. A fever confirmed it- I was sick. Thursday I was a bit less achy as long as I remembered to keep up with my motrin.

Friday I felt quite a bit better, no fever, which is why I found myself being dragged out of my house at 9pm on a Friday night by my friend Marisol. A musician friend of ours from high school was in town playing at a local bar and Marisol informed me that I was going with her to hear him play and that I had to leave my flannel nightgown at home.



Notice the lack of flannel?

We went and had a very fun time. I enjoyed the music of course, but I also enjoyed seeing what all the young hipsters are wearing these days.

In turns out that they are wearing virtually the same uniform that they wore twenty years ago.

Jeans rolled up? Check.
Doc Marten boots? Check.
Ironic sideburns? Check.

You want to know what I promise you they do not wear?



This dress. There is nothing ironic or hip about this crazy dress that I found at the junk store. It is fifteen pounds of yellow sparkly, feathery crazy twirliness and I bought it to wear to the La Leche League Silent Action.

My friend Heather and I run this auction every year, and each year we appoint ourselves auction queens. It started out as an excuse to wear ball gowns and tiaras, but now it's become a tradition. This is my last year doing it so I felt I should go out with a bang.

Once it gets a bit closer to the auction and I have edged closer to my weight loss goal (eighteen pounds down, twenty-five to go!) I'll post a picture. In the meantime I am devoting my energies to finding silvery sparkly shoes.

Now I must go tend to Lily, who has caught my virus and I can promise you that there are few things as pathetic as an achy and feverish Lily.