My liver hurts: I blame that on the bottle of champagne (Nicolas Feuillatte, I looooooove yoooooou...) and the surprise donation of an eight-course wine tasting with dinner last night. I had planned for a single bottle of champagne to carry myself and Jen through dinner, thinking "well, it's a Tuesday night, and it's best not to stagger in to work drunk mid-week", but if you're my boss and you're going to keep filling my ever-growing assortment of wineglasses up with each course, I'm for sure going to smile pretty and drink up.
I cannot even begin to express the awesomeness that was the dinner we ate last night, except to say that now, "slow-poached pheasant with oyster mushrooms and foie gras" are magic words to me.
Jen's reaction as the second course was being delivered: "If I burst into tears during dinner, it's a good thing. They're tears of joy."
My reaction to the squid ink ravioli filled with salt cod: "Is it truly inappropriate to stand up and yell Holy shit this is good?"
My ass hurts: I'm uncertain where the blame should fall for this ailment. I'm fairly sure that it's a bruised tailbone, which has happened to me on at least one occasion in the recent past. However, I cannot figure out how this bruising occurred. No one dropped me from a great height, no one kicked me in sacrum, and I have not been involved in any anal-fisting orgies. Have gnomes been smacking my ass in my sleep? Ow, ow, ow. This makes sitting awkward and painful, and last night during yoga class, I interrupted everyone's peaceful concentration in upward-facing boat pose by groaning "eeeeaaoooooouucccchh!" as my tailbone came into full contact with the floor.
Come to think of it, I'm never sure what causes these bruised tailbones. Am I inadvertently falling down repeatedly, then blocking out the memory? Ouch.
My pride hurts: I got the official rejection from Madison this week for their MBA Arts Admin program. Truthfully, my ego isn't wounded that badly, as I also got the official "you're in!" letter from the University of Cincinnati. Getting rejected from Madison is disappointing, but not fatal- and according to Craigslist, rent in Cincinnati is hella cheap.