"Why me, Lord? What have I ever done, to deserve even one of the pleasures I've known?"
I'm happy to be inside right now, inside my home, that is, coz baby, it's cold outside! With temperatures plunging lower than my new year's neckline, the heating pad and my flannel jammers are pretty inviting right now.
Yes, it's colder than a titch's witty here in the Bluegrass, and indeed, if you are a Kentuckian, you most likely hunkered down with your favorite Big Blue Snuggie -- and a tall Adolph Rupp-sized tumbler full of bourbon (or what ev) -- and watched the big University of Kentucky versus University of Louisville basketball game earlier today. Kentucky won - although funky cold Pitino (that's what my Irish friend Yvette calls him...lol) just about brought the Cards to victory. Yeppers, the game was a lil bit of a nailbiter, but I don't bite my nails, so my claws are safe. For now.
I say that because very soon, I am going to learn how to play the ukulele. First of all, just let me tell you, it's a bitch of a word to have to spell, this ukulele. Secondly, I also need to say thanks to my friend, Dave Quisenberry, who has been promising/threatening to buy me a uke for a long while, and he gifted me said instrument at my birthday gathering on Tuesday...even though my birthday was on Wednesday. Why Tuesday and not Wednesday? Well, to make a long story longer, I'll explain.
You see, my Editrix and I squawked about my December 30 birthday last week during one of our marathon phone conversations. (We always wait to see whose phone dies first; it's the female equivalent of drag racing, I reckon).
But as usual, I digress...soo, back to my story about the dual birthday parties.
In my latest Ace article, I recapped the year and thanked some of the players in my life as a contributing arts editor. At the conclusion, I had casually invited Ace Weekly readers to celebrate with me at the Grey Goose on the 30th. The Goose is my newest watering hole, and since it's situated very close to the Ace offices and to my home, it's a nice place to relax and have a drink or two. At any rate, after a proper discussion, Rhonda and I decided we would use the Ace Weekly fan page to invite pals to come toast my big day. Well, something happened along the way (I'm blaming Dick Cheney just for the hell of it), and somehow the Facebook invite was for December 29. As it turns out, some peeps could make it on one day, some on the other, so I decided to have two soirees. I figure since I never have birthday parties, what with being born on New Years' Eve Eve, what would be the harm in toasting my own bad self a few times instead of just one?
So on Tuesday, we went all LooseyGoosey and had a big time. Quis showed up with said ukulele, and my visiting friend Tom Phillips was there as well, along with the ever thoughtful and always adorable Sunny Montgomery. Add to that already sparkling mix of fun-festers another of my favorite writers, the bawdy but bubbly Donna Ison, and the night was just one Big Smile as these true blue buddies who showed up to wish me happiness kept the drinks and the laughs a-coming.
The next night at the GG, even more friends showed up, including Rhonda Reeves, Nick Kouns, Drew Curtis, Jupiter2012 and his guy Jason, Magueritte and Fernie Eddy, Paula Schrecker, Tom Bragg, Heather and Danny Purnell, Pam Perlman and, of course, The Tom. I have to say, I shorely felt like the luckiest 40 year old in the place. Never mind that I saw 40 come and go a month o'Sundays ago, I felt 40, whether I looked like it or not.
We laughed. We drank. We ate. Then, we did it all over again.
Yeehaw.
Anywaste, I promise to get back on the right blog track soon and give you the goods on what's happening here in our little hamlet. [Hamlet...*sigh*]
I'll go ahead and let you know, though - indeed, I am one lucky cuss. Thanks again...and have a nice Decade, mmmkay?praying for peace in 2010 and
always,
Kimmy
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