Last night I was excited to come home and continue with my massive organization project, and I discovered that martinis and organizing don’t mix at all. Two sips in and I was a drunken, uncordinated idiot. Granted I was pretty tired from the show the night before, but I didn’t think a cocktail would curtail my drive while I’m working on a project that I’m so into. I was so pleased to discover that I have all of the ingreds for a good martini on hand, and it seemed sad to not enjoy one.
I have my stuff so organized now, though. I couldn’t believe it could be done. The other night Janae and I were trying to get ready and were pressed for time. I needed something to fix my jeans, and even though it was in my garage, I knew exactly where it would be without having to do any searching. I know where EVERYTHING is. Ask me where my wig collection is, just ask me. I can point you right to it. Are you looking for an assortment of oversize spools of thread? Ancient cameras? Platform lace up PVC boots? I’ve got it all, and I know where it is. Now please come relieve me of my crap, and bring a truck, and a martini shaker.
This weekend I will take a break from my projjing and spend three days with my sister, Asia. She’s moving up to northern California.