Thursday, April 07, 2005
In the Dog House
I am in the dog house because I stayed out too late last night. My fabulous (and I do mean fabulous) friend had his book release party and I lost control. I rationalize this by explaining that I so rarely lose control that when I do, I really lose it. I told Middlebrow I left my copy of the book in "some guy's car" and he guffawed loudly. Then he said, "some guy?" I do know exactly where I left it, and I even know the guy's name, so I'm hoping to get it back soon. And besides, that guy was fabulous too. Every one was so fabulous that there was lots of kissing and arm rubbing and general giddiness at our collective good fortune at being so fabulous and sexy and being in the company of other people who are equally fabulous and sexy. With so much fabulous, sexy energy, can I be blamed for not remembering that I am married with an adorable child? Can I be blamed for not recalling that phones exist and should be used after 10 p.m., especially when one's incredibly caring and understanding mate might, conceivably, worry about the status of his beloved, especially when she is surrounded by fabulous, sexy people who might not think twice about exploiting his absence? I ask you, can I be held accountable under such taxing and fabulous circumstances?