This and That

I've long ago tired of people who work at being "different."  Before that, I had tired of people who strived to "fit in."  In my little town, within a mile's walking, I can go from hipster chic to upper middle class I-am-making-a-lot-of-money-at-my-big-job drabness to dipped in diamonds couture.  Which do I prefer?  Dipped in diamonds, of course.  I am awful.

So I stay home.

But this week I have some time off, and I am going to do things I've not done for a long while.  First off--a facial and a massage.  Then I'm going to go shopping and having wine with lunch at some chi-chi bar.  If I had enough money right now, I might even go shack up at The Breakers.

I've lived every way.  I know which I prefer.

I should have married the rich girl, though I'd have ended up no better off, I'm sure.

Right now as I write, a group of runners is streaming slowly by the house.  I have just figured out that it is a St. Patrick Day's run by some of the t-shirts and the green headgear some are wearing.  When is St. Paddy's Day?  My town never celebrates it at the right time.

I just remembered, though, being in Palm Beach years ago as they celebrated.  Weird fun, that.

I think I'll go back to bed.  Because I can.