As Lire would say, "Mommy, FUN!"
Tomorrow I'm leaving home for the first time since April, when we went to Ethiopia. Wow. I am atwitter with anticipation. Is atwitter a word? I'm going to visit a great friend and her handsome, sexy-voiced boyfriend, see some art, and get a haircut. I'm not quite sure, but I don't think I've gotten my hair cut since... February? I remember that I had my nose surgery at the end of January, and my hair was longish, then there are pics we gave to the boys in Ethiopia, and my hair is quite short. It's been a while. I have extraordiarily slow-growing hair, so it's not as bad a rat's nest as it could be. But the fact that I've been wearing it under a hat or tied up with a scrunchie is message enough. Cut it off!
As for art, I'm going to go to my former employer and my symbolic "home" away from home, to see this. Ever since I read From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler in the 4th grade, it has been a place I yearned to live in. I went there with the flu that same year to see King Tut -- vomiting in Grand Central Station was not going to stand in my way. When I actually got to work there at the age of 32, well, it was a geek's dream come true. An art geek's dream come true.
My friend and I will hopefully enjoy tea somewhere, and I hope here, because they have scrumptious scones and real whipped cream. And then I'll visit my previous life's hairdresser, who will exclaim with dismay when she sees my hair, but hopefully with admiration when I show her pics of the boys. I will spend the night, and then return at some point on Sunday... I hope I remember to come back!