I have been eating raw eggs for breakfast!

athanata tells me I’m disgusting, but they’re mixed into homemade “shakes” so it’s really ok.

Job with BWH fell through – their grant isn’t progressing as they wanted it to. Oh well. I didn’t really want to work there in any case, and they were going to make me do some project to ‘prove my worth’ before even considering hiring me… and that is after two interviews! Bah.

Tomorrow I have a piano recital. Brahms Rhapsodie Passionato. Nice piece, although I’m a bit sick of it. The workshop last Wednesday went well, so let’s see if I can pull off tomorrow wihtout totally fucking it up like I did with the Liszt a couple months ago… For the summer I have Scriabin and a couple Liszt Etudes, including the Gnome Dance! Ahhahahaha!

Bryant called me Thursday. I didn’t answer the phone because I was at the beach with my mother (!!) and I left the phone in the car. He left a chilly, brief, and cryptic message — ‘Hi, maybe you’re screening your calls, I want a favor from you, I’ll call back Monday, maybe.’ Bleh. What is that? I can’t imagine what favor he could possibly desire from me now.

The odd thing is, Kim also wrote me yesterday, saying that she wrote me last week but as I never responded she thinks I didn’t get her email. She attached said email. She says she misses the dogs terribly (to the point of tears) and would like to take them for one or two days this weekend.

My gut tells me that she didn’t really write me last week. But what motive would she have for pretending she did if she didn’t? Perhaps I am just being paranoid. But for them both to contact me within a couple days of each other… even though they both claim to hate one another… doesn’t that seem odd coincidence?

And how do I say to her No, I dont’ feel comfortable leaving the dogs alone with you…? I mean, she has been kind and friendly toward me since she and Bryant broke up (not that this makes me any more trusting of her), and I can’t imagine her ever harming an animal given she has 4 cats of her own, but… something just seems not quite right.

viacimo says I should only let her see them if I supervise her. Andy and Mike say I shouldn’t let her or Bryant see them at all. Honestly I’d rather have nothing to do with either one of them. But then how do I say No to her without being a bitch, or does it not even matter…?

So I thought I’d publicize this… (well, to a degree)

Saturday was Mike’s 29th birthday. I made him a really awesome strawberry shortcake. He had to play a concert that night – his band was giving a swing dance at Harvard so I gave him the cake for dinner before we had to go. Then he said he had a present for me (which was a little strange, because it was his birthday, after all, but I didn’t think much of it) and produced a stunning sapphire and diamond engagement ring!

He knelt on the floor in my kitchen next to my demented old-school stove and asked me to be his wife. And I said yes.

Then we went to his concert, me with my ring which was falling off becasue it was way too large, and it turned out his trombone stand partner knew about his proposal, and she told the band director, who made an announcement…! I happened to be sitting next to Tad, one of the hockey players Mike and I play with ever tuesday night. He’s the sort of person who likes to spread news around, and so I felt sure that he’d get home that night and write the news to the hockey team.

But he didn’t, and so I let myself relax a little… until last night, when we all went to play hockey! First off, Tad had brought all these balloons and not only decorated both goals with them, he taped ballons to the heads of both goalies and – worse yet – made giant balloon hats that he taped to my and Mike’s helmets.

I maintain that wearing that balloon hat seriously degraded my speed because of the wind resistance

Then later, when we all went back to the locker room to change, I found that someone had put flowers and champagne (and more balloons) in my hockey bag (gross!) and then all we girls in the locker room sat around drainking champagne. I found out that they also gave Mike a bottle of champagne in the men’s locker room, but they squirted his all over him so he didn’t get to drink as much

I don’t know whether it was the exhaustion of aftermath-late-night-hockey or something else, but I drank only two paper cups of the champagne and got completely trashed off it. Ridiculous. It was really good champagne, too.

Anyway…

Mike asked me to marry him.

I have the best boyfriend in the world.