October is almost over and I plan to say goodbye to it with a bang because it's been my favorite month ever.
Let's see, there was DISNEYFUCKINGLAND with my son. Which was the most fun the two of us have ever had together. Or with my parents!
His favorite ride was Autotopia because when he wasn't hitting the barriers, it was really "mellowing." He also loved "Indiana-ing Jones" and riding the monorail with Grandma. On our second day there, he went swimming and found a hotel key at the bottom of the pool, which turned out to be The Magic Key to The Universe. We could use it to get into the luxury top floor club room where we ate continental breakfasts and got free drinks for happy hour for the rest of the trip. Well done, kid. Well done.
See also: the fireworks made me cry. Even an antidisestablishmentarianist like me can't resist the magic of disney. It was beautiful (AND JULIE ANDREWS PEOPLE - she narrates the fireworks show!).
When we got back it was CRAZY at work. In fact, this was my best month yet as an esthetician. I think my paycheck will still be about $300 shy of what I made as a financial planner during my first job after college when I was 23, but STILL. This job is soooo much better.
On the weekends I've taken to hosting a big neighborhood/friends/random stragglers brunch every Sunday. Aside from just feeding the masses as I am wont to do, I needed an excuse to see SamnTerry every week. It turns out I moved as far away from them as possible while still maintaining a Portland address and we've been seriously missing each other. I needed to come up with something that was SACRED. Like church. Basically, I'm hosting a mandatory mimosa party every Sunday. You should come!
Oh! And after brunch every Sunday I'm taking a stand-up comedy class. I thought of it because I went to a random open mic night recently and realized that I'm pretty much sitting on a comedy gold mine, what with the polyamory and vagina waxing and all. I may as well take advantage of it. The only thing is, I have NO IDEA how to write a joke. I can write a hashtag, sure, but a joke? We'll see how it goes.
If nothing else, comedy will distract me from missing my boyfriend, who left for Vienna on Monday. He'll be in Europe touring with the band for FIVE WEEKS. I'm doing surprisingly well with it, likely in no small part because of the two weeks we DID get to spend together. They were spectacular. We did ALL THE THINGS. We kissed all the kisses, and ate all the eats, and drank all the drinks, and danced all the dances, and really, we did more in two weeks than I usually do in two months. There were days spent taking the kids to the pumpkin patch and also days when we didn't get out of bed. It was a true honeymoon. The kind neither of us ever got to have before. So yeah, I'm doing fine, but I'm also counting the days till he gets home.
Until then I'll be getting my ass back to the gym, e-mailing love letters, writing jokes, attempting sobriety (not a joke!), waxing hooch, running in the muddy forest, and generally being a purple-haired badass. You know, TOMORROW. Tonight we're hosting Halloween with thirty of our closest friends. Wish me luck.