Salud

So Mr. was awake for something like 22 hours yesterday. He got up at 3:30am for work. When we were having brunch with friends around 10am there was talk about no strippers at a bachelor party. Somebody casually suggested a girl jumping out of the middle of a cake. Without missing a beat, Curt voiced his opinion that it would be more interesting to see a cake jump out of the middle of a girl.

By late afternoon he was really fading in and out. We were determined to stay awake until at least around 9pm so that he wouldn't be all outta whack for the next few days. So, he started making a play-list of favorites. We had a couple of drinks and by 11pm he was making me a late dinner of eggs & toast. What in this world is better than sitting on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night, listening to a random mix of the best songs ever, while one's adoring spouse fixes breakfast for you?

Just to give you an idea of where Mr. was at, here's part of a message he sent friends at around 2:30 in the afternoon...
"Tried to take a nap, but my brain's racing and can't get to sleep. To top it off, Serena ended up going and taking a nap, while I'm sitting here listening to Ernie hacking away and thinking of the brainless blueberry people of barmbaband who've come here to paint all houses yellow and all fences pink - no care at all for what you or I may think."