In which I should have posted Sunday when the club experience was still fresh in my mind so that I could have amused you with witty anecdotes, but instead I didn’t and now all you get to read is this dribble.

Saturday night, I went with some new friends to a Latin club in the tri-cities. I’d never been to a Latin club before, but I’d totally go again. There were two dance floors – one hip hop and the other salsa – and the bouncers were all appropriately hard-bodied and cute, and it stays open until five in the morning. But the most salient fact is that there’s a freaking taco stand in the lobby. A taco stand! IN THE LOBBY! Brilliant! Because who doesn’t want a fucking taco after drinking and dancing all night?

The only problem was that they only served beef tacos; no beans. So I couldn’t have one. But the idea is still genius.

We were at the club until after four, then we had breakfast at Shari’s. I got home at six in the morning and then I slept half of Sunday.

Monday I went to the gynecologist for my post-op follow up. The doctor stuck half of one hand where they get paid to stick their hands, and with the other pressed down on the outside of my uterus as hard as he could and asked, “Do you feel any pain or tenderness when I do this?”

I scowled at him and said, “Well, uh – ow! Damn! I certainly don’t LIKE IT! And you can STOP that NOW.” The nurse made a little puff of air sound as if she were trying not to laugh, but kept her face neutral. (Actually, my gyno’s a great guy, and I realize that they do that pressing thing to find out if anything’s terribly wrong with internal organs they can’t see. But even if it is for a good reason, it still sucks when they do that. Because, uh, OW.)

Monday afternoon I went to band practice and we practiced. It was practical and boring. (I can’t wait to start gigging!) After that, RB and I hung out and shot the shit for awhile. Then I went home, ate some soup and went to bed.

Today I got up and immediately cooked rajma masala and rice, and then I came to work. I’ve been sitting here on my arse for eight hours now, and am really quite ready to go home now. K? Thx, bai.