I'm Glad

So far so good. Last night I gorged myself on sushi and then had some potent drinks. And then I woke up too early, like I have been doing for about a month now, and here I am. My body is sore from riding the horse (not the metaphorical kind--the real kind), and I'm probably going to be riding again tomorrow or the next day. I'm going to try to work on my movie today when I get home, but first I have to drive the two hours home, which I really don't want to do. I wish I had a chauffeur.

I called a boy last night (not late) and pretended to be drunk because then I wouldn't have to make an excuse for why I was calling. It didn't hurt that I was a little tipsy. I just wanted to talk and hear a comforting voice for a few minutes. I find that when I am on vacation, I act a lot more fabulous than I do at home. And I seem to recall kissing a bartender and a guy friend of my girl friend last night (no tongue in either case), even though I didn't find either one of them particularly attractive (well, the bartender wasn't bad). But it's only because I can. There are no consequences. And I know I'm not going any further than that because I'm with my girlfriend who will protect me from evil if I'm too stupid to do it myself. Although I'm pretty good at it these days.

On a side note, the climate here is messing with me. My throat is a little bit sore and my nose is stuffy. I'm hoping it will pass and that I'm not getting sick because that would really be miserable. But I'm confident that it will go away as long as I can get some freaking rest, which is sometimes difficult since my sleep is all messed up these days. But I'm sure Mom can take care of me.

Last night I had a dream that my boss at work was giving me suggestions for filming locations and one of them was in front of a statue of FDR (a place/statue that only exists in this dream). The night before, I had a dream that my BF's friend, Drunky McDrunkerson suggested we have a threesome, and I seemed to be the only one who wasn't really into the idea. All that talk about strippers, I suppose (a tale I have to tell, not write).

I'm glad I'm on vacation. I'm glad I'm away from the stress of my life in SD. I'm glad I have family and friends here to hang out with and keep me busy. I'm glad I'm having fun. I'm glad I'm not missing home right now and wishing I was there instead of here. But I still wish I was back in Cannes.