last night

I'm up in Boston at this conference. I dopped Andrew off in the morning and hastily packed a bag. This led me to packing 6 outfits and SEVEN pairs of shoes for a 2 day trip. I don't know what I was thinking. Does anyone really need 2 pairs of black heels and 2 different heights of black boots for one conference?

I made my way up to Boston in just over 3 1/2 hours. Not bad. I missed the drive. I never thought I'd say that. But I actually enjoyed it. The car effortlessly making its way along the highways as if it knew exactly the way to go after 3 years of making this trip between home and law school. Stopping at my favorite "NY deli" in CT. The familiar sights, sounds, smells. As I turned onto the Mass Pike, my grip on the steering wheel relaxed and the tension in my shoulders melted away.

I get to the hotel and, after fighting with the door (I miss keys!), immediately fall into my bed and take a very long, very much needed nap.

When I returned to the room from dinner, I was surprised to find my desk covered in flowers, wine, crackers and cheese and an awesome looking piece of chocolate cake with raspberry sauce. (Before you go thinking that hubby was responsible for this, he wasn't. It was my mom)

So I look around for a cork screw, eager to dig into my treats. It was one of those really cheap plastic things where you basically just have to pull the thing out by brute force. Yeah...

So I tried and tried. I twisted and pulled. I could not get this stupid bottle open. I did manage to cover myself and the desk in cork pieces from my effort. So then I figure it'd be easier to just push the cork into the bottle. All that did was hurt my hand.

Eventually, after 25 minutes of fighting the cork with my hands, corkscrew and a knife, the cork finally gave way with a loud POP.

And then I noticed little red droplets of wine all over the room. On the mirror. On the (white) lamp shade. On the chair. On what used to be my nice white robe. I can't even imagine how I managed that one.

But I poured myself a nice big glass, and settled into bed with my wine and my chocolate cake and a cheesy movie that hubby would never want to watch.

Mmm...

Between that and the first full night of sleep I've gotten in maybe a year, it was a great night.