The countdown begins...

I'm officially unemployed.

A week from today, Lui & I leave for the East Coast. Ten days later is the wedding. I feel like I'm behind on everything: I'm behind on blogging, I'm behind on making a wedding day schedule, a seating chart, a list of important shots for the photographer, a packing list for those two weeks we'll spend in Rhode Island and the honeymoon that follows closely on their heels. I'm even behind in the little dayplanner where I write down one note-worthy moment every day, in an effort to keep me in and appreciating the present instead of dwelling in the past or focusing too much on the future. Ok, so I'm behind in that little dayplanner again.

So instead of trying to catch up on any of these things that might actually matter, I'm going to tell you about how, just a few days after her huge fucking romantic disappointment, C-List ended up in my brother's bed last night.

Anyone who knows me knows that I have a tendency to randomly invite people to come to my gym with me, using Casual Anonymous Sex or, better yet, Combat, as an answer to everything. And I would say that, at least nine-point-five times out of ten, I'm met with mild annoyance, or lauged off as Elle-the-crazy-gym-girl. So you can imagine my surprise - and utter delight - when C-List called me after one such online conversation yesterday afternoon, to tell me that she was totally on her way down to San Diego (from Ventura), and that she was totally going to come to the gym with me, and that we'd then need to stop by a Gap-or-similar so that she didn't end up wearing the same clothes to work two days in a row because, oh yeah, her new editor already thinks she's crazy.

The afternoon went beautifully according to plan (unless the plan was supposed to be making a wedding day schedule and seating chart...): C-List and I went to Combat, where we beat up a couple Republicans and various other exes (Piano Man is my standard), then she sat through my appointment with the in-house aesthetician and I wandered the clearance racks of Mervyns's juniors department while she found a suitable ensemble for today. We came back to my house, quickly showered, collected Lui (who was in the process of buying a new used car) and went to Red Robin for dinner. We drank at Red Robin, which I don't think I've ever done before. We came home and played a rousing game of Scattergories, which I won. We went to bed (Lui & I in ours, C-List in my brother's), and this morning I heard C-List in the bathroom at like 5:00, preparing for the long drive that would get her to work by 8:30. The whole experience was deliciously spontaneous and cathartic - undoubtedly moreso for her.

Oh yeah, and her romantic disappointment? No rhyme or reason to it whatsoever. Seriously. She told the story at least twice, and still neither Lui nor I could figure out, well, anything.

Oh yeah, and my brother? Got back from Japan this afternoon.