No, this is not about the cats

I got dressed this morning and came to work. Do you like how I say that like it’s some sort of amazing feat? Well, it kind of is, because I hate mornings and I hate work, so if it’s not amazing, it’s certainly – ok, yes. It’s amazing. Anyway, when I got here, I had to go to the bathroom because it’s a long drive. I was washing my hands and I looked in the mirror. I was about to walk away when I looked closer… and realized I had my shirt on inside out. The thing about it is, I didn’t even get dressed in the dark and I totally looked in the mirror before I left the house. And there are BUTTONS on the shirt. How did I not notice that?

Speaking of getting dressed, Sunday night, P.I.C. and I dressed up and went out to dinner at Kevin Taylor’s at the Opera House. Fancy. It’s Denver restaurant week, and so for $52.80 per couple, you can get a three course dinner at a whole LIST of restaurants. After much consideration, we chose the most expensive place we had never been to. I liked it, but I wasn’t like “best dinner EVER!!” He had veal, I had salmon and then crème brulee. If a stranger wanted to lure me into his car, all he’d have to do is give me some crème brulee. You know, because I like to give helpful hints to all the strangers out there…

After we went to dinner, I was flipping through the channels at P.I.C.’s house, and came across the movie “Grizzly Man” on the Discovery Channel. We only watched an hour of it before I had to go home to bed, but we’re going to rent it. You totally should because the guy is a lunatic. Well, he WAS a lunatic before he got eaten by a bear. Anyway. Now I’m totally intrigued by it and can’t wait to see the rest. Because clearly I like to mock the crazies.

I’ll tell you, P.I.C. and I watch some quality t.v. Like the day we made the mistake of having mimosas with breakfast and decided once we got home that maybe vodka and grapefruit juice would be a good idea. Hey, it WAS almost 11 – that’s 1 EST, and that is CLEARLY afternoon. So we were going to watch one or two episodes of THE BEST SHOW EVER – Arrested Development – and then six hours later we had watched the entire second season. And had popcorn and potato chips for lunch (and vodka) because we couldn’t be bothered to find anything else. And in case you didn’t get my reference before? Arrested Development is the best show NOT on television, which is a travesty because it is hi-larious and also clever, which is more than I can say for most shows.

So that's about it. That's what I did on Sunday, after I took a three-hour nap to recover from the night o'debauchery that was Saturday. I really hope I get some pictures downloaded soon, because the details? They are foggy.