Day 23: AIMing high, lounging low

 

Ah yes, today I heroically did very little—a noble act, really. I sprawled like a retired cat across the couch, absorbing the genteel drama of Queen’s tennis while sipping on Pimm’s and nibbling strawberries and cream (I might have made that last bit up!). Lawn tennis season has officially begun, and I’ve leaned into it with all the athleticism of someone expertly balancing a remote control and a cocktail glass.

But let’s be clear—I’ve earned this luxurious laziness. After surviving the glorious chaos of AIMS weekend in Killarney with LMVG, my soul required recovery. Friday night kicked off with a pub crawl, and not just any crawl—we were dressed as school kids, a nod to Our House, though the only lessons being taught were in how to stumble stylishly between bars.

Saturday? Bottomless brunch. Which is just code for “let’s make poor life choices before noon.” Then it was onto prepping for the Awards Banquet—where we somehow still managed to look polished after two days of musical theatre-fueled mayhem. Oh, and by the way… we casually won Best Choreography AND Best Choreographers. (No big deal. Just try not to bow too low when you see us.)

Celebrations continued well into the wee hours, fueled by adrenaline, Prosecco, and possibly a little bit of jazz hands. Sunday was, mercifully, quieter. I went full introvert mode: nature walk, deep thoughts, silent woods, recharging the ol' social battery like a phone that’s been used exclusively for TikTok for 48 hours.

And today? Reality. Well, if your reality involves sipping summer cocktails and pretending to critique backhands from your sofa throne. Honestly, I’m thriving. Wimbledon, I’m coming for you—cushions, snacks, and snarky commentary in hand.