almost shit my pants on the way to work today

Good times. Copious amounts of alcohol mixed with pickled jalapenos and undercooked chicken at 2AM do not bloody well mix.

Jason and I are going to Washington DC to watch Barack Obama's inauguration. (The conservative right has taken to referring to him as PEBO on their message boards, which of course makes me think of Peabo Bryson, an insult in impressively varied ways. Seriously - Don't Think of an Elephant! Read dis bitch). I am by turns nervous, apprehensive, disbelieving and puppy-whimpering excited. It is going to be an incredible weekend, and I am hoping that we both get to make new friends while we are there (possibly horizontal friends) and come home feeling even more inspired about the new and positive paths we are taking in our lives. There's so much still to do. I guess I need to see that amazing man take the oath of office even more than I realized. I mean, if he can roll up his sleeves and set to the task of cleaning up the incomprehensible mess awaiting him, then surely I can manage to move out of my apartment and lose 30 pounds, for starters.

I feel a lot better at the end of this day than I did at the beginning, and that's kind of nice. And it's almost the weekend! Time for dancing, Sunday dinner with my loves, some much-needed cleaning and cooking, some me time, and perhaps a hard look at the old budget. Sometimes I wish my life were a bit more complicated though. Actually I probably shouldn't wish for that, as I will probably get hit by a car and have a leg amputated. All the complication you could want and then some!