Is it possible for things to be going too well? This past week has been amazing. I’ve been working like crazy, plans are coming together, and things are even starting to look up with my health. And yet, I’m wary; there has to be a shoe waiting to drop somewhere.

    I met with Dean (the television producer I worked with on the Dracula project) for the first time in over a year, and even though I can’t discuss details, I can tell you things are great. It’s looking all the more likely that my project will move swiftly, I may have to travel extensively (oh darn), and before you can say “Pininfarina”, I’ll have a second career going. The charity work is great and all, don’t get me wrong, but driving fast cars? Eh, just a bit more fun. 🙂 And it’s still all for a great cause.

    On top of that, in just under a month I’ll be flying to San Francisco for another big project that’s been in the works; my friend Amber’s wedding. It’s taken so much work (I hand-folded 320 wedding invitations, all. by. myself.) It’s so hard to believe it’s only a month away. My friend Ed and I are the official wedding photographers, so I’ll certainly be busy throughout the festivities, but I’m sure it will be fun. Well, I’m a little worried about the stress involved – what is it about weddings that make people go insane? – but with Ed around, I think anything would be fun, so thank goodness for that.

    All this planning has gotten me thinking about my own wedding, should it ever happen (I’m still not convinced it will happen, not sure why.) This is the fifth wedding I’ve had a hand in planning, and I have to say, if I ever walk down that aisle, I’m probably going to elope. Not to disappoint anyone, but holy crap, Wedding Fever is a seemingly unstoppable plague – it always hits someone in either family somewhere. I plan on having a celebratory shindig complete with a live band (oh how I wish it could be Lyle Lovett singing with Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, cause that would rock), and everyone will be welcome there. But for the ceremony? Buh-bye, the groom and I are going to Fiji.

    The one major blotch on all this happy goodness is that I’m having surgery next week. Obviously, I’m not looking forward to it. And yet, for the first time in my long history of medical operations, I’m not that nervous. I’ve had four major operations, all related to The Toe. Before every one of those I was practically convinced I was going to die from some complication or another. The night before I had my toe amputated I even went so far as to write out a will, but I never told anyone about it (this blog entry will be the first time I’ve ever mentioned it in my life, as far as I can remember.) This time, the doctors will be slicing into my back in two places, both of which are incredibly close to my spine, and you know what? I don’t feel the slightest bit nervous.

    Okay, I take that back – I’m nervous that I’m not nervous. Should I take this as a bad omen? I’m going to try not to think about that now. Anyone care to reassure me? Up until now my biggest concern has been the scars that will be left over. *sigh* Surgery sucks.

    But to continue with the happy, I took the day off today and went galavanting about with my friend Steve. We started out with Thai food for dinner, then went off to Glen Echo to listen to The Tom Cunningham Orchestra perform a tribute to Artie Shaw. We stuck around for a while, then decided to wander. We wandered to take pictures at Glen Echo, wandered to the Mormon temple, wandered the wrong way on I-495 and I-66 (whoops), wandered to an all-night diner for dessert, then wandered to his house so I could continue my campaign to redecorate his living room. (Check out the pictures, they’re fun and stuff.)It was reassuring to completely forget about both the happy stuff and the sucky stuff for a night and instead just crack jokes with Steve. These past few weeks have been so surreal; I don’t know if I should be ecstatic or troubled. As great as the great news is, the bad news is incredibly bad. Surgery, things aren’t going well with the aftermath of the stalker and his accomplice, et cetera. Is there a word for this feeling in the English language? Cause I sure can’t think of one, but it would be useful. Here’s to hoping that once I get this operation out of the way I can finally jump up and down with joy over the many wonderful things going on in my life right now. While I’m certainly happy right now, I wish I could say that’s the only emotion swimming through my heart.