Reality

I’ve been whining and complaining about my cousin and her tendency to invade my (and my family’s) space and in fact today’s post was supposed to be a cynical rant about her. And then I received a message that she is in hospital with appendicitis and a cyst on her ovary (or possibly worse). Shoot. Poor thing. Just the thought of waking up to that kind of scary reality makes me want to stop doing anything unhealthy. In any case, in the interests of not being s soulless bitch, the complaining will be postponed until the health status returns to healthy.

Last night in town was amusing – for some reason everyone was on a mission to boost my ego. I spent a day full of flattery and compliments. And genuine ones, like the ones you want to write down and keep. Not that it’s in any way comparable to my friend’s 3 valentines dates, for which none of them received any putting out. But it felt good. I even had gay guys hitting on me. Naturally, I left early since the night wasn’t going to get any better than that.

Instead of waking up slow and going for a leisurely (paid for) brunch with the boy’s parents, I am up early and stuck working at the wine farm. Ok, fair enough, it’s not the world’s most grueling work and it certainly makes for an interesting office, but still. Work is work. No matter where. Plus this little ‘gem’ of a wine farm is so tucked away and so unobtrusive that no-one ever comes in here. I spend weekends here reading Douglas Adams and googling hot asian girls (I had a reason – I needed inspiration for a schoolgirl outfit. In the end I went with Serena Vanderwoodsen). On top of that, I’m missing rugby. Not that I watch rugby for any serious reason, but a) the players are so full of testosterone that it’s just beautiful to watch b) I can start drinking as soon as the game begins and I have every reason to carry on after, since there is usually another game after and if not, then you’re celebrating/commiserating (delete as applicable) and c) really? I need a third reason to love it??? The boy told me it must be awesome to be gay, because then watching rugby is both a dirty porno and it’s rugby. “Yes, dear. That’s why the gay lifestyle appeals!”

To you NOT working today, I salute you. Come and drink some wine and entertain me!