I woke up at 5:30 and took the dogs out for their morning constitutional.
Was I hung over? Not even a little bit.
I’m telling you, the best and only foolproof way of dodging a hangover despite drinking too many drinks is to stop at least two hours before you fall asleep.
Yesterday’s 5th grade graduation party ended at 7pm which gave me ample time to walk home with the kids, watch a couple episodes of House of Cards and pound water before eventually packing it in around 11:00.
Scratchy woke up around 7:00 and we decided to celebrate this first day of summer vacation by having breakfast at Dot’s.
Dot’s Diner is a Boulder landmark and I frequented the original gas station location back in the day. I tried in vain to find a picture of the old location.
Internet, why have you forsaken me?
I always order the same thing. Tofu rancheros with red (sauce), refried (beans) and a plop (of sour cream).
Our waitress has been there for 19 years and we were surrounded by familiar faces.
Lou Reed was playing on the stereo and Scratchy and I were trading perfect bites of food.
Meanwhile I was texting/talking a friend down (I haven’t come up with a cute name for her yet) because she was feeling insecure about a misunderstanding.
She was me. I know that feeling all too well and was happy be able to point out the obvious and make her feel better. I was also happy that I wasn’t going through that emotional rollercoaster, at least not this time.
I am overcome with nostalgia and the deep conviction that everything is right in my little world. I’m going to enjoy this feeling as long as it lasts.