Popcorn+Wine for dinner = Dead people (?) and a Tsunami

The 1st thing I remember is it was night time.  Like 8 or 9 PM.  I was in my little Mazda and was going to deliver sorted cards to my "new" contact at public safety.  But I was bringing them to his house.  He lived in an apartment building.  I was driving around what looked like Uptown New Orleans looking for this "complex".  It had a horseshoe driveway and looked almost like Notre Dame Seminary on Carrolton. At some point I remember thinking I should call him and make sure he's home (LOL what?!?!).

There were a TON of cars in various states of disrepair so no parking.  I found a spot on this weird stretch of Neutral ground where others were parking.  I couldn't find the apartment, 8-XXX.  I can't remember the rest of the number now but I remember the 8.  I realized as I was walking around the 8 was the building number and I was parked in front of Building 4.  

There were people EVERYWHERE but they weren't paying attention to me.  They were all very...dark.  I don't know how to explain it.  Like they weren't all dark skinned...just like in shadow and gave me the heebies.  I headed back to my car to get the cards and the dream shifted to a memory.  But a "Dream" memory.  

In the memory, I was going to my "old" contact's townhouse to drop off the sorted cards.  She lived with her husband and I missed her dearly.  She passed away (she has passed away in reality).  I was in her townhouse. It was very 80's with the brown tones and wood paneling.  She gave me the biggest hug and told me she always looked forward to my visits. She had dinner for us to enjoy together but her husband wasn't home yet.  There was lots of chatting and laughing.  It felt so good to be with her.

Then I was back at my car getting the GARBAGE bag out (in reality it would have been very organized boxes).  Some people I knew saw me and said they would walk with me to building 8 since they were going to a party at building 15.  The girl didn't want me going by myself...she was very worried about me being alone with all these people out.  The bag was heavy but we were making our way around.  These people were like in a trance moving around almost in a daze...and like I said, shadowed.  We were "bright".  The shadowed people didn't move out of the way.  It was like they didn't really see us.  I really felt like we didn't belong and I knew if I touched one it would be bad. 

Then I was back in my car driving around New Orleans in the early morning but like an exaggerated, weird AF version of the streets.  Things looped around to nowhere.  If you weren't careful you ended up on a bridge that went (?) to I don't know where but I was terrified of going over it.  It was really tall and the otherside was dark as heck. 

I was on what I think was Tchoupitoulas Street but it had a "street car" and was even more narrow than it actually is.  I went through a tunnel (WTF) and my GPS was like "Nah B may a u-ey".  But the U-turn took me back into the tunnel and there were tracks for the street car and I didn't think I was supposed to go in there.  So I was waiting outside of it and I saw a light and was like "I knew it, there is a train".  Seriously what is happening?!?!? People already in the tunnel moved to the side of the walls (WTF) and the "train" shot out of the tunnel but it was a model train like the ones my brother used to have. 

It jumped again and I was bringing breakfast to to my work bestie's house.  The "new" contact from Public Safety was with me and another guy that was shortish, fit, older with white hair and a white beard.  My bestie lived in an attached house....like it was a house attached to another house....  He answered the door in jeans and an undershirt.  It was like 7AM or something.  I was like sorry for the early hour but we have brekkie. 

He was grumpy and said he needed coffee but let us in.  He swiped his hand dramatically over his head and eyes (he is lacking in the hair dept) and glared at the two men behind me.  He said his family had already left for the day.  It was a tiny kitchen with a table in the middle to fit 5, like short rectangle.  But it had a lot of stuff on it.  It reminded me of the table at my grandparents house...ALWAYS covered in crap.  

We sat down to eat and before I could cook the chicken bites one of the other guys put a piece of raw chicken on bread and ate it (AHHHHHHH!).  Anyways, I grabbed the rest and popped it in the oven.  

It jumped again and the table was gone and there was a mattress in the middle of the kitchen and an old small box TV on a stand.  Bestie was like "I sleep in here sometimes" (WUT?!?!?).  I was sitting on the counter and felt the sink move.....so I moved over because the sink was detaching from the counter. Dude with the white beard went to use the sink and I said "be careful his house is breaking".

I somehow fell asleep in the dream and woke up snuggled with "new" contact and when we woke up we jumped apart like whoa whoa WTF?!?!  Bestie was FUMING.  He was like "don't touch her!".  And pulled me off the counter.  Then we realized we were late for something and left.   

We were standing outside his front door when we heard sirens.  It was a Tsunami warning (WHAT?!!?).  When I looked up, I could see the pacific ocean about a mile away and a HUGE wave coming at us.  We started running for higher ground and as I was running up this HUGE hill I thought "we don't have hills in NOLA!!!".   As I looked back at the wave coming at us I realized we weren't high enough.  It was on land now and I could see people in the distance being flung off their safe perches by the water.  

We turned right and there was a STEEP grass covered bigger "hill" going higher so we booked it up that hill.  All four of us were together.  We collapsed at the top as the wave surged below us.  I was leaning against a rock or something next to bestie and he was looking away.  We were celebrating that we made it but I noticed he wouldn't look at me.  I said his name and he looked at me with red rimmed eyes, tears covering the blue and spilling down.  And I realized his home was down there and said "Oh _____ I am so sorry" and I tried to give him a hug but he said "No, don't...you can't hug me when I am like this".  So I placed my hand on his arm and he broke down crying and then fell into me.  So I hugged him and said "Shhh, its ok. Its going to be ok.  They are ok.".  I looked at my phone (which was like an old school silver panasonic with a keypad and a small screen) to make a call and realized I didn't have service.  

What is this feeling so sudden and new….?

It’s been a whirlwind couple weeks. Work, vacation, WORK, travel, family…WORK.  

Honestly I am exhausted.  But in a good way.  It was just a lot going on in a short period of time. 

Over the course of a few days I met with family, my work friend, an old friend, and a new colleague.  It was stressful, busy, successful and fun. 

I just got home.  Like drove over an hour fine, singing and just trying to decompress.  I sat at my desk to catch up on somethings and almost gasped.  I was just getting settled and was overcome by almost a sadness.  I don’t know how to express it but like my heart hurt.  Almost like I was missing…….like I was literally missing something.  What is wrong, what am I feeling?!!?

I kinda paused, closed my eyes, and was like WTH while resting my Hand on my chest.  

And then I heard *ding*….I got a message that just said “breathe”.  

WTAF?!?!  How.  How the hell. Just freaking how!?!?!?  What are the chances?!!?

So I responded “oh just got home…what did I miss?” And it was some BS work thing of course. 

But explain to me how the hell am I overcome with this weird, complicated, almost “foreign” emotion and out of the blue my friend (?) says breathe just as its happening. That isn’t NORMAL! Am I not normal?!?!?!  I don’t believe in this many coincidences!!!!

This $hit doesn’t happen with everyone and I really have to be in tune (which I have been trying to do lately) but it catches me off guard every GD time. 

Look I can get along with literally anyone (usually) so I generally make friends/pack bond with peeps and after 3 FULL days together we were sufficiently bonded (re-bonded) and thankfully not sick of each other (hahaha). But this is the 2nd time this overwhelming feeling has happened after a work trip and it’s starting to freak me the f**k out. 

My super power is injuring myself in my sleep

So it's been a couple weeks and still no police report from the wreck.  I don't know why but its freaking me the eff out!!!!  I know holidays, etc but still.  

Work has been A LOT.  Like yes its "slower" since Thanksgiving but so much is going on.  Contracts are changing, job duties are changing, my counterpart got promoted which I am super happy for him but like I am getting a newbie on all my accounts and it terrifies me!!!!  I got lucky with him.  I was super scared when he took over because his predecessor was my friend for a LOOOONG time and knew the accounts backwards and forwards.  

But again he deserves all the things, I'm just in panic mode because things are so weird with a few of the contracts.  Then my other counterpart got promoted which again AWESOME but it's just a lot of change and the peeps I depend on are getting new duties.  Its just so much change....good change but I have too much going on and am just trying to not drown.  

My car is being a B....she is functional at the moment but randomly has a battery drain and I really don't want to deal with this right now!!!!!!!

One of our bathrooms is being a Tw@t and has been since before Thanksgiving, but I don't want to call a plumber because again.... TOO MUCH GOING ON!

On top of all this my mother makes me worry about her well being daily (a story for another day), the cost of everything has gone up exponentially & my paycheck doesn't go as far, and my cat randomly got the $hits & stopped eating (she's fine now). 

So in true me fashion, I shoulder it all and don't complain.  DO NOT DO THIS! I woke up Saturday morning because I was in extraordinary pain. Like I ran a half and and got punched in the face at the end.  I went about my day cleaning and went to a friends for dinner.  As the day progressed my face hurt.  Like the whole right side.  I was convinced I had a toothache in the newly refilled tooth.  I got orajel and got home and did a cold compress.  That's when I realized the pain wasn't my tooth, I could chew just fine...it was my jaw.  Like the most INTENSE ache in the joint and from the back to the front under my teeth.  

I thought my jaw was going to lock up it hurt so bad.  Heat felt better than cold so I did that, I took some Ibuprofen and went to bed.  I wake up whimpering at like 4AM. That's when I realized, I was clenching my teeth together.  That's right...for I don't know how long, I have been clenching/grinding my teeth in my sleep to the point where my new filling is so sensitive it almost hurts and my jaw feels like I was punched.  

So I have effectively given myself TMJ due to pent up stress.  I ordered a f**king bite guard so I don't injure myself further.  My dentist said if it doesn't go away or gets worse to come in but he thinks the guard will help.  Oh and I should try to destress.  Cool cool... I'll get right on that.  

Oh what a night

I generally know my limits but apparently wine sometimes can 100% kick your @$$.  At least I hope it was only wine....

I was out of town at an event with a few peeps and we went out for libations afterwards.  There is a point in the night where I remember nothing!  Zero, ziltch, nada.  

I woke up naked in my hotel bathtub.  I DO NOT take baths!!!  Especially do not take them in HOTELS!  So at 2AM I climb out of the cold water...glad I didn't f**king drown and flopped into bed.  I woke up to meet my peeps at 8AM.  Still NO MEMORY! I have a literal black hole of 5 hours.  

I know nothing happened.  I know I made it safely to my room. I remember getting a glass of wine at the hotel bar.  I remember one of my friends paying and me Venmo-ing him.  That is where the memories end.  The problem is I know what I drank.  I had 2 beers at a bar and 1 glass of wine at the hotel.  That is NOT enough for me to be drunk.  

I checked my phone.  No "drunk" texts or calls.  I apparently spoke with the hubs for 30 min before I went shower.  The next day he said I sounded funny but he didn't think I was that bad.  

Yall...YALL!  After meeting with my peeps for a bit I went to the bathroom and I had MASSIVE bruises on my legs.  Like I fell (not like hand prints).  I asked one of the girls if I was acting weird and she said no, I slurred a few words but was still making sense and walking fine.  She said we parted ways at the elevator and all was good.  

I didn't say anything to the guys because I was worried my friend (the one I've mentioned before) would get on my case about drinking (he didn't come out with us) even though I don't remember having more than 3 drinks.  Either that or he would have gone over protective thinking someone drugged me...which I am honestly not ruling that out yet.  

I felt off all day.  Not hungover just, foggy.  That night we went out again and I had a few drinks (1 more than the night before) and I was FINE.  I didn't wake up naked in the tub.  So what gives.  Did I not eat enough the night before?  Or did some tw@t waffle drug me...AGAIN.  

I am careful.  I don't leave my drinks unattended but people are slick and the bar was crowded.  

I feel so stupid but I know I didn't do anything wrong. 

I am thankful yet again that I was with people I trusted but HOLY F**KING $HIT!  I am over forty and was one of the younger peoples at this event.  I feel so violated....but so glad I had enough brain power to get to my room.  

What year is it?!?

 

I don't know what is in the water but holy crap I have never experienced so much chauvinism in ONE week. 

I am a professional.  I have been in various business roles for many many years.  I am intelligent.  I....am a threat...what?!?  Why is it.  WHY IS IT that if me, a female, shares an idea its $hit on but when a male shares the same or similar, its praised?!?!?  I literally said the same thing.  

Also, the fragility of these older men I work with is eye opening.  I am not being critical just trying to express my ideas.  Why can't I express my ideas without being put down?  Why do older men think they can just talk over me when they don't like what I have to say!?!?  To the point where I was like "can I finish answering your question before you start speaking again...please?"  It was so bad I had people messaging me after the call about how bad it was.  Its great and all that they noticed but why was everyone quiet?!?!  Almost no one came to my defense.  You know why?  Because half of them were also female and they are scared to LOSE THEIR JOB for speaking up.  Do you know how f**ked up that is?!?!  The other men on the call...I will give it to a couple.  They did try to back me up a little but when he went after them they shut up quick.  What sucks is my idea isn't bad.  It would be a win win for everyone if we can get it implemented.  The problem is it gets rid of a bunch of manual processes HE created.  Instead of being open minded he pitched a fit to make sure HIS WAY stayed in place, even if its antiquated.  

Also, come to find out a woman who quit two weeks ago found out she was paid $20,000 LESS than her male counterpart.  Same years of experience, same education, same track record for the most part.  But he was paid more and treated her like his own personal secretary even though they had the same job.  Then he had the nerve...THE NERVE to ask her for a reference because he thinks his time is limited.  Why you ask...well because after she left they realized she was doing everything and he is basically a sentient paperweight.  

Again,....

Then I was at an event with some friends and acquaintances.  Not too many people and not inside (COVID!!!).  Anyways, one of the ladies I don't know as well was leaving, kinda early.  When someone asked her why she was bugging out so soon she said she had to get home.  Okay I know for a fact all of her kids have already left for college so no kiddies but okay.  She said she needed to get home to cook dinner.  Okay......  I mean whatever we all have stuff we do but you never go out with everyone....

She reluctantly said well, her husband requires her to be home every night no later than 6:30 so she can cook him dinner.  If she goes out or works later, she still needs to be home to cook because "he gives her off on the weekends".  WHAT!!??!!?  She is a working woman.  Why does she have to leave an event to cook him dinner?!?!  He works from home.  I...WHAT IS HAPPENING?!!?  One of the guys jokingly said what happens if you don't cook M-F?  She said, it's not worth the fight, plus she does have off those two days.  

He is a grown @$$ man.  He can't cook dinner ONE week night so his wife can have a night out....?

I think I'm a Siren...?

Okay maybe not the luring to death part but there is something......there has to be.

I know I've been called a flirt and I know I am friendly but I am not...I don't think I am sending mixed signals...

So I am on an appointment with others from my company. 

I can't say where I was but I can say there was one...individual who...lets just say I wouldn't want to be around him by myself.  He was staring at me and noticed the light pink in the sunlight...he said "Hey gurl, I like yo purty hur". 

Moving on, I was scribbling notes about the appointment and didn't get introduced to the last 2 people to show up so they didn't get my card.  I noticed one wasn't really paying attention to our tech but blew it off.  As we were leaving we all shook hands and skeedaddled. 

Later that afternoon I get a text on my work line from an unknown number.

?:  Hey, this is Bob we weren't cordially introduced earlier.  I just wanted to say hello
Me: Oh, hey.  Nice to "officially" meet you. 
?:  Is this NOLA Gurl?
Me: Yes....
?: I actually wanted to speak but got tied up with *tech*. I Think your real cute got lost for a minute in what I was supposed to be getting right with *tech*. Hope I’m not being to personal?

I didn't know what to do.  He wasn't the first guy, who clearly wanted to scalp me...yay for that but.... On the one hand SOOOOO INAPPROPRIATE.  On the other... Whatever, I called my co-workers.  Because what the heck!

It was suggested not to reply.  Don't even entertain it with a "thanks but no thanks". 

Okay fine...the problem is I have to be around them in the next few weeks!  This is going to be so f**king weird.

I'm sure its innocent but don't do that with a vendor.....  I am a vendor.... its just......I don't know how to voice it but it's just not a good idea to do that...besides the whole HAPPILY MARRIED.  I mean that is a given here.   GAH!

I'm sure he's a very nice guy but.............

Watered down Harley Quinn

This is why I never try anything new. Okay that isn't true.  This is why I shouldn't try anything new.  The funny thing is...it wasn't new.

So for the long holiday weekend I decided to use some hair chalk and create this lovely mermaid look.  I've used this particular hair chalk a few times before so

My hair was purple, pink, orange, & teal.  It looked AWESOME!!!!  Since I knew it would wash out I wasn't too concerned. 

I began to panic after I swam all day Sunday and still had pigment.

I washed when I got home and saw a TON of pigment in the water.  When I got out my hair was pastels of the same colors and kinda blended.

Don't get me wrong, it looked super cool but...

Monday I was in the Sun all day and sweaty.  I washed my hair again that night.... more pigment in the water...so I washed it twice... I never do that!

When I got out I noticed the Teal and Orange were gone but the Pink and Purple were now faded but very much noticeable.  That is when I realized it was just in the front and tips.  Left side almost a blue and right side pink. 

All I needed was smeared lipstick and intense eye makeup. 

HOW AM I GOING TO HIDE THIS?!?!!?  

Tuesday no biggie but Wednesday BIG meeting.  I washed my hair 5 times Tuesday night and did a Deep Condition (suggestions from others).  Still fairly obvious shades of Pink/Purple/Blue.  I couldn't fix it with drugstore dye. I was told using the wrong shade of blonde could possibly turn the Pink ORANGE and the purple....GREEN. 

Which is what would happen because lets face it....this is ME!  So I got super creative with my hair style today and somehow managed to hide 95% of the color.  The rest looked almost natural with some hair shadow and blonde spray temp coverage....

So as of right now, I have this watered down Harley thing going on with my hair.  Honestly it looks super cute but yea....

Keep your energy away from my energy!

Okay so I am highly tolerant of "unique" people until someone makes me uncomfortable.  Anyways, I had to go supervise a technician today...we were having issues at my place of business and I was asked to be there bc they would be in closed door meetings all day. 

I was sitting at my desk when this 50 something guy wandered into my office while I was on the phone.  He started touching everything on my desk, came around the back of my desk, and stared at me until I hung up....

I started to pay closer attention to him as I rolled backwards...He looked like a weird overweight mix of Doc Brown (wild hair and receding hairline) & Wayne Campbell...and wore tinted glasses.

Me: Can I help you?  

Him: I need to tell your boss something. 

Me: Ummm tell me, I'll tell her.

He tells me a bunch of crap I know is nonsense.

Then looks at a quote on my desk and says "well I don't agree with that".

Me: Yea, I don't even know what "that" says, a vendor gave it to me...

He then proceeds to go on a 10 min one sided conversation about "Energies" and how we project them and feel them from others. 

Him: You see when I came in here I was projecting an energy that your energy felt.  Did you feel it?

Me: Oh you mean the "he's not creepy vibe"

Him: Yes! Your energies realized I wasn't creepy therefore not a threat *uncomfortable eye contact*

Him: That is how we know when to....trust people and why we do the things we do

Me: Sooooo, like a gut instinct...?  Yea I get those A LOT.

Him: That's Great!  It will keep you safe.....and balance your zen.

Me: *clears throat* So you gonna go do all that...stuff...you said with the system?

*walks out*

What the hell?!?!?!  Over an hour later I go potty.  As I am walking back to my desk...

Me: Hi....

*tells me more BS about the system* He got uncomfortably close to me and said "Do you ever just try to avoid people...who are negative? Or positive people when you are...negative?"  did I mention he smelled like cigarettes, sweat, and stale coffee.

Me: Yes......... *backing up*

Him: *gently grabs my wrist* That's your energy reacting to their energies.

I calmly extracted myself, said..."K, leave the bill on the table" ...walked in my office and locked the door.  I messaged my boss. 

Either he was on something...smoked something...or forgot to takes his meds.  He was CREEPY but didn't seem realize it.. .and had no sense of personal space!

He was probably harmless...maybe...I hope...but I hate to think if he wasn't and I was actually alone.  Every warning was going off in my head telling me to run.

And yes, we had to report it because half the time one of us is alone. 

Who knew lotion could be so dangerous...!

So my lovely bestie got me hooked on this monthly "soap" box. Its not all just soap though.  Its hair stuff and makeup and perfume oil and wax tarts and and and.  AND 99% of it smells amazing.  A while back it got me some weird attention when ordering food (see here).

Whenever I wear or use something I always have someone say "that smells so good, what is that?!?!"

Well it happened again...like a weird one...not a "oh that smells good".

This month was Jurassic Park themed *squeeeeeeee*

There is a Body Milk *snicker snicker* called "Spared No Expense" that smells like happiness at the beach.

So in the evening after I shower and in the morning before I dress I use it.  I've only had it since Monday, so not even a week.  Last month was 80's themed and there was a perfume oil called "Billy Jean" and it smells like summer and childhood memories. 

I don't have the scent descriptions in front of me but I can tell you they are soooo good.  Separately, I love them.  Well this week I've been wearing them together and *head explodes*. 

They mesh perfectly. 

Moving on, we had a visitor this week...a person I've NEVER MET.  Well he helped me with a couple of things in my office.  After two days, I guess he felt more comfy with me.  So we are talking and he takes a deep breath and says "You smell like sunshine and rainbows".  And I just...WHAT?!?!

I don't know what sunshine and rainbows smell like but that was.... well unexpected....

I said thanks but he had this weird smile .... 

He recovered quickly and it was all business and talks about our families.  Its fine, I think I just make people very stupid comfortable because of my personality.  Seriously, he wasn't being oogy, I think we became fast friends and I wasn't expecting that reaction from someone I knew less than 48 hours. 

He's not said anything again thankfully...he's probably embarrassed...that was a 13 on the 1-10 scale....

Don't be a tw@t

Public Service Announcement:

If you notice someone has gained weight...SHUT UP.  I guarantee you that person is fully aware that they are heavier.  They are probably VERY upset about it.  They do not need to hear about it from judgy @$$holes like you.

We all see it with celebrities and it pisses me off.  They are still HUMAN.  Just because they gained some weight and aren't a negative 4 doesn't mean we should blast it all over the internet and make them feel worse.

Same goes with your family/friends/co-workers.  Trust me they know what they look like.  And you can't POSSIBLY know what is happening in their life so shut it!

I say this because I have recently become the "target" of such comments.  Not to my face...no that would be rude...BUT to my cousins and brothers and sister in laws...and aunts...and uncles...should I f**king continue?  It came to a head when I said something to a cousin and she told me "yea...I've heard a lot about your @$$ and thighs recently...it pissed me off!"  Yea well it pisses me off too!

I am not a size zero (nothing wrong with that by the way) but I am not f**king fat either!  I am horribly out of shape compared to this time last year.  My muscle has turned to...not muscle.  Booooooooo!  But its not because I've become a lazy f**k or something.  Its because I am dealing with stupid $hit that I can't talk to anyone about except my husband (NDA b**ches) and I am f**king stressed out!

I am still running races but I went from working out 6 days a week to maybe one...maybe.  I don't eat awful BUT I've been eating out much more.  I don't eat sweets much so that's good but my guilty pleasure is a coke.

Why?  Well because I am driving an hour each way to work...EVERY DAY.  I am working 10 hour days.  By the time I get home its f**king dark...or getting dark and I am trying to attempt dinner.  Otherwise we order in.  I don't stop at all 'til bed time.  I go to bed...rinse repeat.  Could I make time?  Of course...I'd sacrifice sleep and at the moment...I don't think I can.  I am barely getting 6 hours a night now.   I am taking supplements to help with lady things that happen to make you retain a bit more fluid.  I have diagnosed IBS and while its under control for the most part when I get stressed my tummy pokes out because just look up IBS and you'll get it.

So yea I am a bit jiggly in places I didn't used to be.  I think I look like $hit, thanks.  But I don't need comments from the peanut gallery and I still fit in my clothes (and no they aren't too snug) so suck it!  I mean somethings I forgo...like a really tight shirt....or anything that grips the tummy area.  And GOD am I dreading putting on a swimsuit but whatever. 

My point is quit talking $hit.  You don't know what other people are going through, unless you ask...and NO ONE HAS ASKED!  You aren't making comments because you are concerned...if you were you'd say them to me in the form of "hey, I noticed you aren't running as much...you okay?" or "I noticed you aren't working from home as much...wanna talk about it?" See that isn't RUDE!  You are making comments behind someone's back to gossip so, f**k you very much. 

I need a drink, to go for a run, and a punching bag

No one listens.  No one reads.  No one cares.  I am trying to help YOU, you ignoramus!

This week can eat a d**k!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Current mood: 

"Just wishing I could do the job for you, sir. I'd give her a HA!
And a HI-YA! And then a OOH-WAH! And I'd kick her, sir." ~ Bartok

I need to set up my punching bag....

When a short person is angry

What you said?!?!  B**ch, I will cut you!

Back off Mother F**ker!

Me vs this week...Happy Thursday...MORNING!

I gave up Beer & Wine for Lent....its going to be a LONG 40 days (well 31 but who is counting?). Maybe I'll have some Scotch....kidding...maybe...