Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Last night I went over to DH’s place and was treated to a fabulous spaghetti carbonara yet again. I didn’t go to work because I was still not…well. I did, however, make it to the first dress fitting for my brother’s wedding, which miraculously took no time at all. I think we spent more time travelling to and fro, and trying to get out of my brother’s future-in-laws’ house.

I was a good deal relieved when I finally made it to DH’s place. I told him about my week of epic fail last week, and then we got all excited over Mozart piano concertos (yes, I realise these two things are not related). He expressed some shock at the fact that I’ve not read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I know, I know, dreadful of me.

While we sipped our port, JM, DH’s housemate came home and we talked about psychoanalytic readings of Lord of the Rings (this is becoming something of a personal joke) and The Chronicles of Narnia - more so about Narnia because JM is studying theology and is very interested in C. S. Lewis. He asked me if I were coming to his 30th in a couple of weeks, for which the theme is the 1930s. I said yes, and that I even plan to come in costume. It then came up in conversation that I hadn’t yet read The Great Gatsby (well, I’ve read a graphic novel adaptation, but that’s hardly the same, I know, I know…).

I was looking quite the bad lit nerd.

Was a fantastic night, DH remarked that I looked like I’d lost more weight. What girl doesn’t want to hear those words?!?! I get a great dinner, sparkling dinner conversation, great grog, and that as an observation! Sweetness.

A few weeks ago, I may have mentioned that I did something ’stupid-serious-stupid’. Sadly, there are…repercussions to this event which unfortunately meant I had to tell my brother. He was not impressed. Neither am I but at the time I felt I had no choice. This means five people now know, and my brother will have to tell his fiancee. All I can say is that I am incredibly stupid, or sometimes distressed, or both (no, I’m not pregnant). I’m okay now, but my stupidity has, will, and is making my life just that bit more complicated (zomg, nasty Dave better stay away, haha).