blates, parties, and surgery.

Has this week felt weird and long to anyone but me? I think I will blame it on the election. I was so looking forward to it all being OVER...but then, as it turned out, the post-election social commentary was pretty much even worse than the pre-election drama...sheeeesh. That was just some unnecessary emotional trauma that the second half of my week didn't need. Luckily it looks like things are dying down now and we can get back to enjoying what is left of our short time on earth, since apparently the end is very near...or so say half the people in my Facebook newsfeed. 

Anyway. The very bright and silvery lining of my week was my "blate" (blogger date, obvs) with the fabulous Jennie. We met up Thursday evening at Clocked for a few hours of deliciously greasy food and great conversation. 

Although the media and your grandmother might have you believe that meeting people from the internet will inevitably result in becoming another notch on a serial killer's belt, I am proud to say that I have now survived (and even ENJOYED) TWO real-life meetings with blogger friends. And it's pretty fantastic. Matt wanted to know what we talked about. I was like "oh, you know, what people always talk about the first time they meet and hang out: ovulation, politics, medical ethics, sex, religion, Disney World, sperm, faith, dog breeds..." Pretty standard topics, right? Ha. I guess that being blog and novel-length-email friends first helps you skip past all the small talk! At any rate, I had a blast hanging out and am thankful that Jennie lives fairly close by (a mere 15 minutes from the RE practice that we both go to) so that we can be real life besties as well.

And lest you think my socializing is over for the week-- well, you would be wrong. Tomorrow I'm heading back to the ATL to attend the bachelorette festivities for my dear friend Elizabeth! I am super excited, as there is going to be present-opening, beverage-drinking, tapas-eating, comedy-club-attending, sky-high-red-heels-wearing, and slumber-partying involved. I am pretty excited, to say the least.

And finally, some good/bad news. Please picture those drama mask faces that have one happy mask and one sad mask, if you will. Do those things have a name? How would I even Google them to find a picture of them? But I bet you know what I'm referring to.

Anyway. Sidetracked. Ahem.

So we got Matt's surgery scheduled! Yay! (Happy mask) And it's in 2012! Yay! (Happy mask)

We don't yet have word whether insurance will cover it and/or it will cost us a million dollars. If we find out it'll be way too expensive, then I guess we'll just cancel it. But at least we got the spot reserved. (no masks. this is neutral information.)

The surgery is on Friday, December 14. Pre-op is December 12. Also known as 12/12/12. Also known as MY 30th BIRTHDAY. This means that I probably won't get to have my amazing Hunger Games birthday party I've been semi-planning for six months. Because I was either going to have it ON my birthday, or the Saturday following. Well...no can do, now. We'll be in Atlanta for pre-op late in the afternoon on the day of my birthday (and with traffic and such...too hard to try to plan something for that evening). And I can't very well schedule a party for the day after Matt's surgery because he'll be...broken. And needing his wifey to take care of him and fetch him things and not running off to throw javelins and shoot bows and arrows and eat 12 kinds of bread representing the 12 districts. :( (Sad mask)

I would try to think of another time to have it, but...have YOU ever tried to schedule a social event in December? It's all but impossible. Not to mention...parties cost money, and so do surgeries. And this'll be our second surgery in five months to fund. Yippppppeeeeee. Ugh. Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday to me. (Sad mask) (unless, of course, all of these surgeries actually result in a child. Then it will be HAPPY MASK all the way.)

So that's the news. Now I'm off to read and otherwise enjoy a low-key Friday night with Matt, who is currently reading a book entitled "Your Call is Important to Us: The Truth About Bullshit."  Silly boy. 

Happy weekend!