Bad day

Today was one of those monumentally horrendous days. Just sucky from start to finish. You know it's bad when your Starbucks barista sees you coming and says, "You're not yourself today. You don't look right," with a touch of fear in her eyes. 

You know it's even worse when you're beyond words to explain it all and all you can do is sigh, shrug and say you're not going to talk about it.

Why use words? There's too much. Just too much.

I've had a few halfway bad days where I've wound up in a store or the supermarket and that stupid Daniel Powter "Bad Day" song comes on and it half makes me laugh because I think about how ironic it is that it's playing like some kind of lame soundtrack to my life and then I stop laughing and get cranky because the song doesn't sound like a bad day song at all. It's the kind of song where if you WERE having a bad day and your husband, lover, brother or friend sang that song to you, you'd punch them in the face. It's too happy and chipper and sing-songy to ever be about a bad day. I can't imagine ever having the balls to sing that to someone who just legitimately had a bad day.

Anyway, I got home rather late yet considerably early for the fact that it's a Tuesday. The paper is in pretty good shape - always good. But it didn't matter. 

Normally I drink red wine. But I've had a fizzy, sweet white Italian wine chilling for a few days. So while on the phone with a friend I popped the cork. It whizzed far into the woods and knocked around a few trees before settling somewhere. I then wandered around in the isolated backyard and around the house, wine bottle in hand, swigging from it. 

I've never done that before and quite enjoyed it. I've been trying to consider what that looked like: flouncy blue skirt, bow-tied heels and my lips wrapped around a giant bottle of wine. I only finished about half before I went inside to cook pasta. It was some of the best I've ever made. Farfalle bow-ties (that I never made a few nights ago) tossed in a homemade sauce of minced garlic cloves, sauteed red onion, quartered, plump cherry tomatoes and basil all simmered in olive oil. Damn! It held the flavor! It almost made me forget my mood.

I never finished the wine, though. I didn't want to have too much. I find that a bad mood hangover is bad enough.

Comments

[Gerard]

Let's see:

"Anyway, I got home rather late yet considerably early for the fact that it's a Tuesday. The paper is in pretty good shape - always good"

Sounds like a good thing!

"I then wandered around in the isolated backyard and around the house, wine bottle in hand, swigging from it"

"I've never done that before and quite enjoyed it"

Sounds like a fun thing!!

"...I went inside to cook pasta. It was some of the best I've ever made. Farfalle bow-ties (that I never made a few nights ago) tossed in a homemade sauce of minced garlic cloves, sauteed red onion, quartered, plump cherry tomatoes and basil all simmered in olive oil. Damn! It held the flavor!"

Sounds delicious!!!

PUNCH ME IN THE FACE

[Regan]

I love you Gerard.

[Gerard]

I love you too Regan.