Which is a significant accomplishment... given that my day involved very-close-to-almost-confirmation that I'm definitely not pregnant.
(You'd think that would be a fairly simple thing to ascertain, wouldn't you? And yet, this cycle, it's not. This cycle it's requiring blood tests and ultrasounds. All while I'm going, yeah, personally, I'm pretty darn sure I'm not knocked up. But thanks for trying!)
Enough about that. Let's talk about the GREAT NIGHT.
Here's how it happened. About a week ago, WP decided she wanted to go see "Love, Loss, and What I Wore."
Well. I've always known WP was brilliant, but this was a particularly impressive stroke of genius. Because tonight, we got to spend an hour with about a hundred other women (and six men) watching Meredith Baxter, Florence Henderson, Gina Torres, Paula Christensen, and Melissa Jaret Winokur share stories of-- what else?-- love, loss, and what was worn.
I laughed my ass off. I cried. I swore never to buy anything from Eileen Fisher again. (Then changed my mind, cuz let's face it, Eileen Fisher's damn comfy.) I reconfirmed my commitment to Birkenstocks. And-- thanks to Gina Torres' brilliantly delivered vignette-- I came to understand, in ways I never have before, the universality of the purse.
On a day with an almost, but not entirely (but pretty much) certain loss, the show was exactly what I needed. I loved it.
So much so, that tonight, instead of going to bed crying, I'll be going to bed laughing.
Also, for the record, I am wearing black pants and a blue (Eileen Fisher) pull-over sweater.
Shut up. It's cute.