TODAY IS REALLY SUNDAY???!!! OPPS

So, as some of you who read the blog yesterday may have figured out, I truly believed it was Sunday. I posted my weekly Audio Foreplay as if it were. Now you may be wondering how a grown person manages to lose track of an entire day. The answer is painfully simple. Liquor.

We were celebrating the healthy and beautiful arrival of my goddaughter, Sheridan, Ben’s first child. It was a night of joy, of tears, of pride, and yes, of drinks. Our old companion alcohol showed up, and, being the international jetsetter he is, he did not come alone. He brought a crowd.

First to arrive was his elegant French friend, Veuve Clicquot, who made an early entrance and set the tone. But when you invite one Frenchman to a room full of Haitians, you better believe he is going to call for backup. Grey Goose showed up soon after, standing tall and smooth like he knew exactly what kind of night it was going to be. And just when we thought things had settled, the Mexicans pulled up. Patron entered the room, and we all knew what time it was. The vibe shifted. It was on.

We toasted. We drank. We laughed. We toasted again. We drank again. We toasted and drank until time felt like a concept only sober people believed in. One toast turned into ten. One memory turned into many. There was a rhythm to it. A dance. A sacred ritual of celebration and release.

We all “woke up” yesterday at wildly different hours. No one moved before 1:30 PM. I came back to life around 2:30. Someone else stirred at 4:30. I will spare them the public shaming, but you know who you are. Nobody told you to mix dark and light. That was a rookie mistake and you paid for it.

And so, we wandered through the day convinced it was Sunday. We performed our Sunday routines with full confidence. It was not until much later that we realized the truth. Today is Sunday. Today is actually the day we thought we had already lived through.

But what a gift that realization was. One more day to be wrapped in this joy. One more day to visit the hospital and hold our new little girl. One more day to feel what it means to witness life come full circle.

So since today really is Sunday, maybe I will do a mini Audio Foreplay after all. Maybe I will savor this extra moment. This bonus blessing. This stretch of time where we are reminded that joy sometimes makes us forget the clock entirely.

And honestly, what better reason is there to lose track of time?

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GVG
~we’re the warriors they write epics about~