I'll say it again: Thank God for Girlfriends. Last night was a great night in Brentwood. I treated myself to a massage (and it was a strange massage - more on that later) and came home and made myself dinner. No pity party for Jo. My friend invited me to an event for the CW Network, but I didn't feel like putting up with the Hollywood types and playing that game "Who knows the most celebrities." Also - I don't know any celebrities, so I wouldn't win. And losing is never fun. My guy friend invited me to drinks in Westwood...but I didn't want to be around new people; I just wanted to be comfortable. And as I was making dinner, I could tell Roomie and her boyfriend didn't want to leave me alone, especially when they threw out a last minute invite to a dinner party they were off to.
But I was really happy. I had a great day yesterday. As I was walking around my neighborhood I couldn't help but smile. My friend ended up coming over and we drank a bottle of wine, and later Roomie came home to help us finish another. What a simple night, and that's all I needed: to laugh with my friends, who will always be there.
But about that massage. I was told that the woman who was going to be my massage therapist, my masseuse....la Massager, if you will--that she used a combo of Swedish, deep tissue and Thai techniques. Sure, I said on the phone, I can hang with that. And it started off just great. But I guess I was unprepared for the DEPTH of her deep tissue (I feel like I lifted weights all night last night), plus...that Thai technique. I was unprepared for her to literally climb up onto the table and put nearly her whole body weight on me. Damn, that hurt. Hurt so good.
On another note, got a phone call from Grammy about The Breakup. I know I've reached some strange point in my life when Grammy calls to tell me she is praying for me and that "if a man can't commit within a year, he isn't a man!"
To change--and there will always, always be change--and to knowing who you are. To being at peace with change when life seems to unfold in the most mysterious and curious ways....
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