The smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in my oven is making my mouth water. I love the dough more than the baked product, don’t you? I already ate one uncooked cookie, so NO MORE for me!
Last night was magical . . . Eve and I saw my favorite band, Bastille, in downtown Phoenix. We had decent seats, and Dan (the lead singer) is great about walking through the audience—so exciting to see him standing in our aisle! They played most of my favorites, and it was great to see my best band with my best girl. I was shocked Eve didn’t want me to buy her a beer—she’s 21 and I remember what I was like at 21, anyway, I’m proud of her that she was being responsible about getting up early for work next day. I was not the oldest person there, the crowd was so pleasant, and not one person held a phone up to block my view. The only negative is I somehow stepped on a huge wad of gum . . . so dancing along with the music was, well, a bit sticky. I sighed because I knew it was karma paying me back for taking the stale piece of gum from my mouth and throwing it out into the pristine desert on a hike last week. Well played, Universe. Well played.
(Excuse me while I go take the cookies out of the oven.)
(Uh-oh, I just ate another cookie. That’s two. UGHHH.)
Part of our concert adventure was I had my very first Uber ride to the venue. I felt like a movie star being let out at the front door of Comerica Theater, and not having to park in a stinky parking garage a mile away was a huge perk. But when it was time to go home after the concert, the rate had increased from $12 to $40! YIKES. Eve uses Uber all the time and suggested we walk away from the venue. Half a mile and 15 minutes later, the rate was down to $17 so I grabbed it. Poor Eve got home at midnight and had to be at work at 6am. She said it was worth it. I was so jazzed from the concert, I stayed up until 2am replaying the concert in my mind and playing Words with Friends on my phone.
In other news, I’ve been interviewing for a new school job. I love my school sooooooo much—but I just don’t dig working full time. I’m still subbing about once a week and love love love my time there (it’s all good). Today I interviewed for a 20-hour gig as an instructional assistant at an elementary school one mile from my house. I was so awkward. I parked in the wrong parking lot and had to walk all the way around to get to the office. As I was asked into the office by the principal, we were chatting and I didn’t pay attention to where we were going . . . so when we were finished talking, I tried to exit through the closet door (which was right next to the correct door) and then turned the wrong way down the hallway. On the way home, I checked my eye make up in the mirror and was dismayed to see a very long hair protruding from my left nostril. Really?? Seriously?? (I need to get better bathroom lighting.) When discussing the candidates, I will likely be referred to as “Chubby Lost Woman with Nose Hair”. I don’t have high hopes for landing that job.
There goes my oven timer again. I’m going to eat another cookie. Cookies for dinner—there are worst sins (but it explains why my figure has become so matronly in the past few years). And with that, I will stop here, because my oldest son told me he tends to read the first few paragraphs of my posts but does not finish (said with a very serious look in his eye), “Because, Mom, you know, you DO tend to go on and on.” Sweet boy.