Nikki's last day at [insert name of big company here] is TODAY. Plus, Moonrat and Nikki are on the rocks since last night's "race riot." (Nikki's words, not mine.) And, I feel a weekend of hard conversations with my sister looming.
I feel awful and my fingers unmotivated to finish writing about my vacation that happened ages ago, it feels like. There will be a river of tears coming from this Bluenana's face very soon. I'll try to remember to stay hydrated.
I came to North Adams, MA to get away from work, but it's inescapable and especially at Porches. At breakfast yesterday morning, I heard snippets of yet another bitchy conversation about editors and agents from a group of almighty New York editors. Moonrat's ex-boss queen lookalike was there bellowing things like, "Frederica Friedman? Oh my gawsh, she's horrible!"
Porches has been my safehaven with HB for 7 years now. When I desperately need to relax and not stress about anything, Porches is our place to go. The chocolate croissants and Vermont cheddar cheese in the breakfast nook and the fluffy down comforters in the rooms make all my troubles disappear. However, I must face reality and accept the truth that our getaway has been breached by the enemy. Is nothing sacred anymore?
Apparently, I haven't been keeping up with my Publisher's Weeklys because I DID NOT get the memo that every editor in New York is now summering in North Adams. However, HB likes to think that we got here first and those editors are summering in our home. Plus, we don't summer, we vacay.
Get out of our house, bitches!
Tonight I discovered that there is a limit to how long one can stay in a hot tub and that length of time is definitely less than one hour.
Now that I'm rosy pink all over and completely lathered in aloe vera, I can look back on the time in the hot tub and reflect on the important questions in life, such as "do boobs float"? The hot Brazilian girl in the barely there bikini had floaters which I suspect were gifts from her father.
Since no one will ever buy me enhanced body parts, I'm hoping that boobs DON'T float. It'll make me feel a lot better.
OK, so two reasons for the hiatus AGAIN: 1. crazy work week in preparation for 2. this week of vacation.
Just wanted to take a moment to explain how skeeved I am at this very moment. I came all the way to the Berkshires with HB to get away from work and stress, only to hear a couple in the room above us having INCREDIBLY LOUD sex and to find out in the breakfast room that they work AT MY COMPANY.
BLECH BLECH BLECH. ICH ICH ICH. Sigh.
