Always Anna

I don’t know what’s going on in my head lately. I’m forgetful. Disorganized. My memory isn’t retaining anything - I can’t even remember what I was wearing yesterday.

Maybe I’m just tired. Or stressed. Or maybe I’m totally losing my marbles. Hard to say.

What I do know is that I haven’t been to New York in 3 months - that’s way too long in between parties for me. So I’m going back this weekend.

I figure the trip will either get me back on track, or completely kill my remaining brain cells. We’ll see what happens.

I’ve been a bookworm since I was somewhere around four, and have undoubtedly read thousands of books.  I love all kinds of books - everything from trashy romances to “literary” fiction; travel novels to Harry Potter; biographies to short stories. 

I love books, it’s that simple.

But I never know what to say when somebody asks, “What’s your favorite book?”  How could I possibly choose just one?  I need books for every different mood I could ever have.  I need books to take me somewhere new, or teach me something I didn’t know.  I need to re-read them over and over and over again, so that I can keep finding new things. 

I need the letters and words and sentences and paragraphs to keep coming together on a page, showing me a world outside my own.

Between August 10th and 18th, I attended 3 weddings and 2 rehearsal dinners.  I traveled from Boston to Southern California, back to Boston, to Rhode Island, and to Connecticut.  I stayed in 3 different hotels, ate ridiculous amounts of really rich food, drank more wine than I ever have in my life, and danced and danced and danced.   I’m exhausted, borderline sick (all that recycled hotel and airplane air), and about 5 pounds heavier than I started out.

But I’m happy.  I’m happy that some of my closest friends are married to people that complement them so well.  I’m happy that - after months of planning and number crunching - my friends can finally relax.  And I’m happy that I don’t need to buy any more dresses until the next wedding (in December).

Hello!  Hello, hello!  You say good-buy, and I say hello!  Hello, hello!  You say Good Buy.  I say Hello!

Is it weird that I have the Target ad running through my head instead of the real song?

It’s 11:15 PM, and I have to wake up at 4 AM.  Why do I do this to myself?

This summer, I developed a bad habit of refusing to pack for trips until midnight the night before, then sleeping for four hours (max) before waking up to travel. It’s not a good thing, but I can’t seem to get my @ss in gear. Right now, there are dresses strewn across my bed, shoes all over my bedroom floor, and an open suitcase is ready to be filled with the clothes I’ll need this weekend.

I leave tomorrow morning for 4 days in California. It’s not really a vacation - my high school best friend is getting married on Saturday. Married! I’m excited (for her), nervous (about the reading I’m doing), and a little stressed (about trying to see my entire family in 4 days).

Sigh.

I guess I’ll go pack now.

Check ya’ later!

“If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.”

- Katharine Hepburn