Blissed

 Well greetings, dear reader(s), I come to you from my hotel room, way up in the sky in the AC Marriott Hotel in Dublin. Kristin, my roommate, is sweetly snoring away (my, was my own snoring disturbing last night?) as I do my early, early morning sleuthing of YouTube on my trusty, smallish iPad (with speakers). I have finally, finally(!) stumbled upon a beloved album of mine from my days trolling Washington, Baltimore and that corridor back in the early 1990s: Jesus Jones’ “Doubt” and my, aren’t many pieces to my personal puzzle coming together quite nicely. I tried my best to bring Google’s AI along with me down my trip down memory lane, but honestly I could have listened to the entire album without skipping around with my index finger like I did. Isn’t that the whole problem with today’s younger generations—skipping around, with no frame of reference, instead of just patiently waiting for the whole symphony to unfold? I hope you like the picture I snapped with my little red iPhone, meant to capture my waltz with Google, and spark a few other thoughts in your brain.

We are having a fun time on this staycation, though the gals did get into their sippie cups last night. I was firm in my sobriety, enjoying the food and mostly staying silent during dinner. I did enjoy the “pre-party” in our hotel room before dinner, regaling the girls with a reading of some old letters from Smith I sent Kristin, written on monogrammed stationary I had picked up from some preppy shop in Bexley. Kristin is storing the letters in her garage, she says there are tons of them, and I must say I had quite a zesty, dramatic flair in my youth. I’m delighted some of the letters have survived, and hope to share a few with mom at some point! 

We all had our furs on last night, as it was so darn chilly outside. I must say I think we looked absolutely fabulous, a well-heeled bunch (me in chunky black Uggs), yes, the loudest, bawdiest table at Oscar’s, we were the last to leave the restaurant, of course. Dear Alicia has been making money as of late, and she generously picked up the entire tab (much to my relief). Today is Colleen’s birthday and we have plans for another dinner out, this time at the rooftop restaurant here at the hotel. So there will be no long, cold walks outside, something preferred by me. I hope we get a breakfast room service—I love room service!—some beans on toast with an egg on top. Whoops, wrong country.

Wonder how Michael is doing, most likely sleeping away, like everyone else. I spoke to him last night right before turning in, and he had a fire going in the fireplace. I’ll check in with him later this morning to see if he’s having trouble preparing his brunch. Something tells me he’ll be fine. I do miss him, and Legs and Lily. No, I don’t like being away from my family too long…I’ll be ready to return tomorrow! OK, that’s it for now. Me thinks I’ll try to get a little more sleep. If I can. Night all, good morning, whichever you prefer. See ya.