{"id":1101,"date":"2003-04-29T22:13:00","date_gmt":"2003-04-29T22:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2003\/04\/twas-the-night-before-jazz-fest.html"},"modified":"2003-04-29T22:13:00","modified_gmt":"2003-04-29T22:13:00","slug":"twas-the-night-before-jazz-fest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2003\/04\/twas-the-night-before-jazz-fest.html","title":{"rendered":"&#8216;Twas the Night Before Jazz Fest"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m going out of town for a few days, so I&#8217;d really like to leave you with something profound. Of course, nothing profound is coming to mind. I&#8217;m heading tomorrow, straight from the office, to the airport where I shall be whisked away to that magic land known as &#8220;Eat Until You Puke&#8221; (formerly known as &#8220;Drink Until You Puke,&#8221; however, Brown Brown has insisted upon a name change). The trip to New Orleans could not be more fortuitously planned: just today I went to the doctor&#8217;s and learned that I gained twelve&#8211;yup, count &#8217;em twelve&#8211;pounds in the last six weeks. Which is bogus. According to my scale it&#8217;s only been about eight in the past bunch o&#8217; weeks. Which just goes to show me that I have to schedule these appointments for 8 a.m. and I can&#8217;t eat before I go. After lunch visits aren&#8217;t working for me. But, since the doctor said that I am still well within my healthy weight gain (I&#8217;ve actually only gained fifteen pounds since the very beginning, so everything is groovy), I plan on not worrying and having that second order of beignets, thank you very much.<\/p>\n<p>Now, stop reading if you are my parents: The doctor measured my uterus (and interestingly, used a paper tape measure. I wouldn&#8217;t have thought those things needed to be disposable), and I commented, &#8220;I&#8217;m going to keep that belly ring till the bitter end.&#8221; She replied, &#8220;It actually looks okay.&#8221; I said, &#8220;I had a friend who just had a baby and her belly button never went outie.&#8221; She replied, &#8220;Oh, it&#8217;s that&#8217;s not the problem. It&#8217;s that the skin between the holes gets stretched out so the holes enlarge and the ring gets closer to the surface.&#8221; Blech. I thought I only had to worry about outies. I&#8217;m loathe to take the belly ring out, because it&#8217;s the third most permanent thing I&#8217;ve ever done in my life (the second most permanent thing is my marriage. There&#8217;s a tie for the top spot of most permanent things: Brown Brown and my tattoo), and I&#8217;ve had it for ten years now, which is pretty much as long as I&#8217;ve ever had anything. It was my last gasp of New York life before becoming a West Coaster. (I <i>told<\/i> you two to stop reading! But you didn&#8217;t pay attention did you, and now you&#8217;re grossed out all over again that I have a belly ring. Well, too bad.)<\/p>\n<p>Now I need to go and obsess about what I&#8217;ve forgotten to pack. It&#8217;s usually socks, but since I&#8217;ve already got those, it&#8217;s going to be something else this time. Something bigger and better. And tomorrow I can go to work and obsess that my 1,500-word article is at 3,000 words and it <i>still<\/i> doesn&#8217;t have a lead. And at 6:10 p.m., I&#8217;m going to get on a plane, and I will be done obsessing. Till next week!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m going out of town for a few days, so I&#8217;d really like to leave you with something profound. Of course, nothing profound is coming to mind. I&#8217;m heading tomorrow, straight from the office, to the airport where I shall be whisked away to that magic land known as &#8220;Eat Until You Puke&#8221; (formerly known [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1101","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1101","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1101"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1101\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1101"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1101"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1101"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}