Really, Am I So Out of Shape?

Last night was our Midnight Release Party for the new Stephenie Meyer book, The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner .   We had about 50 kids, which was below my hoped for estimate of 100, but I believe they had fun.  The weather was still muggy, and with it being Friday night, we had a lot of people in our cafe sucking down frappuccinos and eating lots of goodies.  Our red ribbon frappuccino was a hit.

My nieces and nephew came geared up in their Twilight shirts and had a great time putting fake bite and scratch tattoos on our guests.  I was amazed at the girls who sat and put together dreamcatchers from some kits I had there for our guests.  They looked really good, although the color combinations were pretty wild.  You can always depend on the imagination of kids to make something crafty!

Our Twilight Jeopardy was the most popular event of the evening.  L and K were fantastic game show hosts, and did a great job preparing questions to stump the contestants.  My sister  P told fortunes to all the young ladies (and a few adults) and sat with my Renesme doll all night.  Apparently the doll creeped out a few people.  How could that be?  She looked so sweet in her pink summer frock :)

Anyway, by 10 pm I was exhausted, mentally fatigued, and bordering on crabby.  It wasn't for lack of carbs--I had pasta for supper.  I grabbed an iced mocha, and that helped perk me up a bit.  Bud came to check out the party, and as always, I am grateful for his support of these crazy bookstore events.  He read a few magazines, then slipped out before midnight.

So after all was said and done, the books sold at midnight, the store cleaned up, everyone went home with my thanks for helping out that night.  I went to bed around 2 am because once I sat on the couch and turned on the TV, I couldn't get up and move to the bedroom.  You have to know my bedroom is about 10 feet from my couch, so it's not a journey requiring provisions and a backpack.  I pondered just lying on the couch in my work clothes and not taking out my contacts.  Then I realized how ridiculous those thoughts were, and managed to hit the bed.  Then I had to read, and managed a few pages before I realized I was closing my eyes and making up my own story!

Unfortunately, I woke up at 5 am, then again at 6 am, and finally at 7:30.  Aw heck, I'll just get up.  How can I feel like I have a hangover if I didn't drink anything?  Why is it that the older I get, the worse I feel the longer I stay up at night?  Where did those glorious bounce back days go where I could stay up all night, then go to work and make hamburgers and fries for people, working purely on Coca-cola and greasy food?  I probably could have run 10 miles on top of that, too!

So here I am, a mess in the morning.  Drinking coffee, contemplating going out to run, although the weather is rainy and it feels like a tropical forest outside.  Gross.  I have to be back at work at 2pm for another round of fun.  Although this time, I will get home at a decent time and go to bed before midnight!