No more fancy hotels, pink laptop bags, or Curb Your Enthusiasms.
Life is back to normal, and I am consequently deliriously tired, exhausted, and won't get to sleep in this weekend.
That's ok, though, because the weekend will be full of goodies like gay cowboys, glow in the dark mini golf, photography, movie screenings, fossils, and hopefully some quality time with D, with whom I haven't shared substantial time since Sunday.
I am so very tired, though. I would kill for slightly over eight hours sleep in my own bed, but apparently this weekend is not the time for that to happen. Oh well.
Have great weekends.
Until Monday...
Friday, January 06, 2006
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Transfers
Getting to the Bronx is a PAIN.
I am rationalizing this only because gay cowboys are involved.
Update: Screw rationalizing!!! GLOW IN THE DARK MINIATURE GOLF IS INVOLVED!!!!!
I am rationalizing this only because gay cowboys are involved.
Update: Screw rationalizing!!! GLOW IN THE DARK MINIATURE GOLF IS INVOLVED!!!!!
The First Time
OK, folks.
I had my first time last night!
Yes, tragically, I found the first gray hair!
The horror, the horror. It wasn't even gray. It was white, and that bastard had a mind of its own.
Of course I promptly removed it and then examined it.
I can't believe it.
None of you, from henceforth on, are allowed to tell me that I am not old.
So there.
I had my first time last night!
Yes, tragically, I found the first gray hair!
The horror, the horror. It wasn't even gray. It was white, and that bastard had a mind of its own.
Of course I promptly removed it and then examined it.
I can't believe it.
None of you, from henceforth on, are allowed to tell me that I am not old.
So there.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Exhibit
I have been obsessing about the Star Wars Exhibit at the Museum of Science in Boston forever.
I tried to go a few weeks ago when I was in MA for a Christmas party, but there was no time. I was determined to go during this visit. Our first attempt was foiled, but we went back on New Year's Eve, advance tickets in hand, and saw the exhibit.
First of all, we were wrong about what time the tickets were for and I was distressed. We were off by half an hour, which meant we got there half an hour late. I was going to be quite cross if we were foiled a second time.
Second of all, while eating there I ran into my cousin N! I didn't even recognize her at first because I have never seen her out of context. I thought "That 12 year old looks familiar..." and when I realized it was her, I got up and ran over to her. It was adorable because she was awkward and confused because she was with her friends! She didn't know what to say to me or how to introduce me. I decided to leave her alone and then said "D, I think she felt like how we used to feel when we'd like run into a teacher in the grocery store or something!" So cute.
Third of all, this exhibit was not as good as I wanted it to be. I think if I'd paid full price I'd have been disappointed, but because I got in for $3 with my aunt's museum membership I thought it was great. Lots of props, costumes, and models. There was some cool science too - about how human bionic parts are a reality now, etc. I guess we can all rest easy that the fix-up between E and the girl who worked on the Star Wars exhibit didn't work out, because it would have been awkward to pretend to love it.
Anyway, here are photos of some of my favorite Star Wars things, except General Grievous (I thought the maquette was cool):
I tried to go a few weeks ago when I was in MA for a Christmas party, but there was no time. I was determined to go during this visit. Our first attempt was foiled, but we went back on New Year's Eve, advance tickets in hand, and saw the exhibit.
First of all, we were wrong about what time the tickets were for and I was distressed. We were off by half an hour, which meant we got there half an hour late. I was going to be quite cross if we were foiled a second time.
Second of all, while eating there I ran into my cousin N! I didn't even recognize her at first because I have never seen her out of context. I thought "That 12 year old looks familiar..." and when I realized it was her, I got up and ran over to her. It was adorable because she was awkward and confused because she was with her friends! She didn't know what to say to me or how to introduce me. I decided to leave her alone and then said "D, I think she felt like how we used to feel when we'd like run into a teacher in the grocery store or something!" So cute.
Third of all, this exhibit was not as good as I wanted it to be. I think if I'd paid full price I'd have been disappointed, but because I got in for $3 with my aunt's museum membership I thought it was great. Lots of props, costumes, and models. There was some cool science too - about how human bionic parts are a reality now, etc. I guess we can all rest easy that the fix-up between E and the girl who worked on the Star Wars exhibit didn't work out, because it would have been awkward to pretend to love it.
Anyway, here are photos of some of my favorite Star Wars things, except General Grievous (I thought the maquette was cool):
Holiday Break - A Review
Day 1 – Escaped NYC during the transit strike and made record time back to MA. After listening to traffic and planning our exit, we hit the rode and were in Medway, in bed, by 12:30 am. after only 3.5 hours of driving and a 10 minute stop at Taco Bell. Sweet!
Day 2 – Fajitas and margaritas (deadly!) at the Border Café with MG, NL, and their, gasp, husbands. Ate pizza with The Parents, discussed the church/state scandal that erupted in my hometown that day (do you guys know about this? madness!), and then watched Roll Bounce, which was actually quite good and made me want to roller skate even though, were I to attempt to roller skate, I’d most likely die instantly.
Day 3 – Christmas Eve! D and I went to breakfast at The Medway Restaurant in order to “get out of the house.” We returned and tried to watch Fahrenheit 451, again. This particular viewing was interrupted by the arrival of Brother and Brother’s Girlfriend. Woo hoo!!! We tried to hide under blankets to scare them as they entered the house but they were unimpressed. Sister and Sister’s boyfriend arrived soon thereafter (also not scared by the hiding), and we headed out to celebrate with Mother’s Side. I drank too much too soon. I received domestic gifts that I’d requested. I didn’t have as much fun as I’d have liked because we are old now and without kids Christmas isn’t much fun. Somebody needs to have a baby and soon! We returned home and opened Christmas gifts, zombie-style, because we’d be too rushed in the morning with 8 people trying to get ready, church (not that any of us got up in time for church), etc. I am now the proud of owner of Pink Laptop Bag! Yippee!!!!
My gifts were well-received. Nothing, thankfully, needs to be returned.
And, I know you are all in suspense, D did not already have and therefore LOVED THE SHIRT and put it on immediately and then wore it for the next three days straight.
Day 4 – Christmas Day! I again drank too much too soon. It was tolerable aside from the obligatory family scandal.
Day 5 – Recovery Day. D went to visit his grandmother in RI while I stayed behind and mostly did nothing. I went to lunch with Sister and Brother. No significant others. It was rare and lovely. We went to visit friends of the family that night and had a lovely time, despite Sister and I having developed some sort of stomach flu.
Day 6 – Boston! We headed into Allston, dropped off luggage and piles of Christmas gifts, headed to The Museum of Science to go to the Star Wars Exhibit, which was sold out! Dejected, we headed to a gallery in the South End to see a drawing show D was interested in, but it was closed! Denied! We then headed out to Belmont for delicious and plentiful crepes cooked by JV at his very grownup, very nice apartment. We drank wine and then headed back to Allston and watched some episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm, Season 5.
Day 7 – Had breakfast at Zaftig’s with Sister and Sister’s Boyfriend after a long and irritable wait. D and I hit Brookline Booksmith and accidentally spent money). D, Sister and I then met up with my aunt and my cousin at my aunt’s apartment for more wine and then dinner and then the rest of Curb Your Enthusiasm, Season 5.
Day 8 – Had lunch with LBF at Grendel’s and then hit the road to go to New Hampshire to hang out with D’s friends who just had a baby. When I walked in the baby was handed to me before I even had a chance to say anything. My initial reaction was PANIC! which changed in about one second to “I want to steal this baby and keep him as my own!” Darn you, biological clock! We drank wine and ate Thai food and then slept in an actual bed. Bliss.
Day 9 – Headed back to Cambridge and had empanadas and margaritas at The Border Café with MS, who I hadn’t seen since I’d moved! Went back to Sister’s for a bit, and then met A and J for dinner at the West Side Lounge. We tried to get fondue at Temple Bar but they were snobbish and said “We don’t serve just dessert until after 10:30.” Hmph. J improvised white chocolate fondue at home. We dipped raspberries and pound cake and strawberries and banana and pineapple and other goodies. Delicious! D was very impressed with A and J’s fabulous grownup loft and may possibly be convinced that it might be acceptable to live somewhere other than NYC. We played Dance Dance Revolution (why doesn’t Sony just sell a Dance Dance Revolution machine? then I would buy one!), Sesame Street Chutes and Ladders, played with the cat and had a grand time.
Day 10 – J cooked popovers and we talked about the pharmaceutical industry. A and J dropped us off at Fancy Hotel, where we reveled in being alone for the first time in over a week. We successfully attended the Star Wars exhibit (pictures forthcoming), napped at the hotel, ate at Papa Razzi because I couldn’t think of anything better, went to Sister’s show at Bill’s Bar (amazing!), went back to the hotel and drank too much champagne (instaheadache), drunkenly had the talk about “The Future” and was surprised that the talk was not instigated by yours truly and instantly understood why the talk had not occurred previously, happily fell asleep for about 5 minutes before I woke up, reminded of the terrible headache.
Day 11 – Ironically tired given that we stayed at the hotel to get a good night’s sleep - curses! Picked up the rental car and met A for a burrito at Anna’s, drove back to Sister’s to reclaim pile of Christmas gifts, then drove down to NYC in a daze. I was exhausted but had a burst of productivity when I got home. I unpacked and organized and made lists and accomplished many things, although this did not include successfully watching Fahrenheit 451, which I tried to watch again and ended up returning.
Day 12 – Alone. Totally, completely, utterly, blissfully alone. It was great to see everyone, but it was mayhem. I caught up, organized more, unpacked more, seamlessly integrated my Christmas gifts into my high functioning apartment, went grocery shopping, dropped off laundry, went grocery shopping some more, made the mistake of going shopping on the second worst shopping day of the year, watched a Netflix, and went to bed.
Day 2 – Fajitas and margaritas (deadly!) at the Border Café with MG, NL, and their, gasp, husbands. Ate pizza with The Parents, discussed the church/state scandal that erupted in my hometown that day (do you guys know about this? madness!), and then watched Roll Bounce, which was actually quite good and made me want to roller skate even though, were I to attempt to roller skate, I’d most likely die instantly.
Day 3 – Christmas Eve! D and I went to breakfast at The Medway Restaurant in order to “get out of the house.” We returned and tried to watch Fahrenheit 451, again. This particular viewing was interrupted by the arrival of Brother and Brother’s Girlfriend. Woo hoo!!! We tried to hide under blankets to scare them as they entered the house but they were unimpressed. Sister and Sister’s boyfriend arrived soon thereafter (also not scared by the hiding), and we headed out to celebrate with Mother’s Side. I drank too much too soon. I received domestic gifts that I’d requested. I didn’t have as much fun as I’d have liked because we are old now and without kids Christmas isn’t much fun. Somebody needs to have a baby and soon! We returned home and opened Christmas gifts, zombie-style, because we’d be too rushed in the morning with 8 people trying to get ready, church (not that any of us got up in time for church), etc. I am now the proud of owner of Pink Laptop Bag! Yippee!!!!
My gifts were well-received. Nothing, thankfully, needs to be returned.
And, I know you are all in suspense, D did not already have and therefore LOVED THE SHIRT and put it on immediately and then wore it for the next three days straight.
Day 4 – Christmas Day! I again drank too much too soon. It was tolerable aside from the obligatory family scandal.
Day 5 – Recovery Day. D went to visit his grandmother in RI while I stayed behind and mostly did nothing. I went to lunch with Sister and Brother. No significant others. It was rare and lovely. We went to visit friends of the family that night and had a lovely time, despite Sister and I having developed some sort of stomach flu.
Day 6 – Boston! We headed into Allston, dropped off luggage and piles of Christmas gifts, headed to The Museum of Science to go to the Star Wars Exhibit, which was sold out! Dejected, we headed to a gallery in the South End to see a drawing show D was interested in, but it was closed! Denied! We then headed out to Belmont for delicious and plentiful crepes cooked by JV at his very grownup, very nice apartment. We drank wine and then headed back to Allston and watched some episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm, Season 5.
Day 7 – Had breakfast at Zaftig’s with Sister and Sister’s Boyfriend after a long and irritable wait. D and I hit Brookline Booksmith and accidentally spent money). D, Sister and I then met up with my aunt and my cousin at my aunt’s apartment for more wine and then dinner and then the rest of Curb Your Enthusiasm, Season 5.
Day 8 – Had lunch with LBF at Grendel’s and then hit the road to go to New Hampshire to hang out with D’s friends who just had a baby. When I walked in the baby was handed to me before I even had a chance to say anything. My initial reaction was PANIC! which changed in about one second to “I want to steal this baby and keep him as my own!” Darn you, biological clock! We drank wine and ate Thai food and then slept in an actual bed. Bliss.
Day 9 – Headed back to Cambridge and had empanadas and margaritas at The Border Café with MS, who I hadn’t seen since I’d moved! Went back to Sister’s for a bit, and then met A and J for dinner at the West Side Lounge. We tried to get fondue at Temple Bar but they were snobbish and said “We don’t serve just dessert until after 10:30.” Hmph. J improvised white chocolate fondue at home. We dipped raspberries and pound cake and strawberries and banana and pineapple and other goodies. Delicious! D was very impressed with A and J’s fabulous grownup loft and may possibly be convinced that it might be acceptable to live somewhere other than NYC. We played Dance Dance Revolution (why doesn’t Sony just sell a Dance Dance Revolution machine? then I would buy one!), Sesame Street Chutes and Ladders, played with the cat and had a grand time.
Day 10 – J cooked popovers and we talked about the pharmaceutical industry. A and J dropped us off at Fancy Hotel, where we reveled in being alone for the first time in over a week. We successfully attended the Star Wars exhibit (pictures forthcoming), napped at the hotel, ate at Papa Razzi because I couldn’t think of anything better, went to Sister’s show at Bill’s Bar (amazing!), went back to the hotel and drank too much champagne (instaheadache), drunkenly had the talk about “The Future” and was surprised that the talk was not instigated by yours truly and instantly understood why the talk had not occurred previously, happily fell asleep for about 5 minutes before I woke up, reminded of the terrible headache.
Day 11 – Ironically tired given that we stayed at the hotel to get a good night’s sleep - curses! Picked up the rental car and met A for a burrito at Anna’s, drove back to Sister’s to reclaim pile of Christmas gifts, then drove down to NYC in a daze. I was exhausted but had a burst of productivity when I got home. I unpacked and organized and made lists and accomplished many things, although this did not include successfully watching Fahrenheit 451, which I tried to watch again and ended up returning.
Day 12 – Alone. Totally, completely, utterly, blissfully alone. It was great to see everyone, but it was mayhem. I caught up, organized more, unpacked more, seamlessly integrated my Christmas gifts into my high functioning apartment, went grocery shopping, dropped off laundry, went grocery shopping some more, made the mistake of going shopping on the second worst shopping day of the year, watched a Netflix, and went to bed.
Fancy Hotel
LBF, I hope you are happy! See? I'm blogging! Hiatus = OVER!
D and I stayed in a fancy hotel on New Year’s Eve. We are not the type of people who are prone to staying in fancy hotels. D just isn’t into them, whereas I would stay in a fancy hotel every night of my life if I could. I love hotels. I love being in a hotel. I love the big, comfortable beds. I love being in a room that’s nearly the size of, if not bigger than, my entire apartment. I love not having to worry about towels and sheets and noise.
I heart hotels.
This hotel was way too good for us. D said “This is the nicest hotel I have ever been in.”
I’ve been in nicer hotels, but I didn’t tell him, because that would involve territory I didn’t want to visit on a happy day.
We decided to stay in a hotel on New Year’s Eve because we knew we’d want a good night’s sleep. We spent the prior 10 days doing this: bed at The Parents’, air mattress at The Parents’ for a couple days, same air mattress at Sister’s for a couple days, bed in NH, futon in Somerville… You get the idea. We wanted not only a bed, but some time alone. To celebrate. Yeah.
Issue #1 with hotel:
The hotel is fancy. Very, very fancy. I took a shower and wanted to do my hair for New Year’s Eve! Very important to have good hair on New Year’s Eve. I went to the bathroom to dry my hair and there was, gasp, no hair dryer! Wtf!?!? I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. I looked in every drawer, I looked under the TV, I looked under the bed. No hair dryer!
I tried to call room service, but the phone didn’t work! “D, there is no hair dryer and the phone doesn’t work!” D tried to use the phone but couldn’t. He said “Let’s try this one…” because there were multiple phones in the room.
I heard the woman on the other line saying “Wah wah wah wah wah…” D seemed optimistic, so I figured they were bringing one up.
“There’s one in the bathroom behind the armoire. It’s in a burlap sack.”
“What? There is no armoire in the bathroom!”
There was no armoire in the bathroom.
Wait a second… the hair dryer is in a burlap sack behind a piece of furniture?
We went into the bathroom to confirm that there was not an armoire.
“Wait a second!” I said, pulling the leopard print bathrobe from the door, only to reveal a hidden hair dryer in a burlap sack.
Obviously hair dryers in fancy hotels are secretly contained in burlap sacks on doors behind leopard print robes!
Issue #2 with the hotel:
The hotel is fancy. This meant that the hotel had pretty, fancy curtains!!! There was one yellow, sort of sheer curtain that obviously didn’t block light but provided lovely ambience. The second curtain was really thick and luxurious and red.
When D and I got home from Sister’s show on New Year’s Eve, I immediately went to shut the curtains. I untied the big red curtains and tried to pull them shut, but they didn’t cover the entire window! “Wtf?” I thought, again. I tried very hard to pull them together, but they wouldn’t. The panels covered only about ½ of the total window.
“D,” I said, “Am I retarded? Or too drunk? I can’t get these to close!”
D tried, and said “I guess they don’t close.”
“Well, that is ridiculous. This is a fancy hotel! The least they could have is curtains that close!”
D and I didn’t sleep well, which was ironic given that the whole point of staying at the fancy hotel was to get a good night’s sleep. I didn’t sleep because I got an insta-headache from all of the champagne I drank. D didn’t sleep because he was wired or something, and because the light coming through the window prevented his getting back to sleep when he woke up at about 5:00 am after we’d gone to bed at 3:00 am.
Because he couldn’t sleep, D got up to run along the river. When he returned, I heard him scurrying about and suddenly it was dark! I didn’t think anything of it. I just figured we were really drunk the night before and unable to function.
Apparently when he’d gone running, D looked up at the windows and saw that everyone had somehow closed the curtains.
And this is because there were shades. The curtains = decorative. The curtains were closest to us, the sheer thing was the middle layer, and the shade was closest to the window. Three layers? Who knew?
We’re such idiots. I’m just not used to the fancy!
Issue #3 with the hotel:
The hotel is fancy. I thought the restaurant would be super good – clever and interesting, like the hotel. I decided that I wanted to order room service for dinner because I love room service. I have no reason to love room service. I think I’ve ordered it once and every other attempt at room service has been foiled by whoever I was sharing a room with or by the wrong hours or the prices or something.
I said “D, we have to get room service because I bet every restaurant will be crowded because its New Year’s Eve and we don’t have reservations.” I think this was as much of a legitimate concern as it was an excuse to get room service.
D didn’t resist at all, but when we got to the room I was disappointed to learn that the restaurant (and therefore room service) had nothing vegetarian other than one dish that, of course, involved room service.
We decided that we’d get room service in the morning instead.
We called to order scrambled eggs, homefries, and toast, with bacon on a different plate.
D said “I bet they’ll just get it from the buffet.”
“You think?” I asked, trying to preserve my room service dream.
One hour later = no room service.
D called. They said “It’s coming right up! It left two minutes ago! It’s on the house!”
Sweet.
Ten minutes later = no room service.
It finally arrived, cold, clearly from the buffet, with an English muffin, untoasted, instead of toast.
Ewwwww.
So we didn’t really sleep or get to enjoy room service, but we had great fun living the fancy life anyway. And we had a marvelous and not very scary conversation about “The Future” that was not initiated by me! Whoa! I will leave with fond memories of our night in the fancy hotel, even if our time there made me feel like a moron.
D and I stayed in a fancy hotel on New Year’s Eve. We are not the type of people who are prone to staying in fancy hotels. D just isn’t into them, whereas I would stay in a fancy hotel every night of my life if I could. I love hotels. I love being in a hotel. I love the big, comfortable beds. I love being in a room that’s nearly the size of, if not bigger than, my entire apartment. I love not having to worry about towels and sheets and noise.
I heart hotels.
This hotel was way too good for us. D said “This is the nicest hotel I have ever been in.”
I’ve been in nicer hotels, but I didn’t tell him, because that would involve territory I didn’t want to visit on a happy day.
We decided to stay in a hotel on New Year’s Eve because we knew we’d want a good night’s sleep. We spent the prior 10 days doing this: bed at The Parents’, air mattress at The Parents’ for a couple days, same air mattress at Sister’s for a couple days, bed in NH, futon in Somerville… You get the idea. We wanted not only a bed, but some time alone. To celebrate. Yeah.
Issue #1 with hotel:
The hotel is fancy. Very, very fancy. I took a shower and wanted to do my hair for New Year’s Eve! Very important to have good hair on New Year’s Eve. I went to the bathroom to dry my hair and there was, gasp, no hair dryer! Wtf!?!? I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. I looked in every drawer, I looked under the TV, I looked under the bed. No hair dryer!
I tried to call room service, but the phone didn’t work! “D, there is no hair dryer and the phone doesn’t work!” D tried to use the phone but couldn’t. He said “Let’s try this one…” because there were multiple phones in the room.
I heard the woman on the other line saying “Wah wah wah wah wah…” D seemed optimistic, so I figured they were bringing one up.
“There’s one in the bathroom behind the armoire. It’s in a burlap sack.”
“What? There is no armoire in the bathroom!”
There was no armoire in the bathroom.
Wait a second… the hair dryer is in a burlap sack behind a piece of furniture?
We went into the bathroom to confirm that there was not an armoire.
“Wait a second!” I said, pulling the leopard print bathrobe from the door, only to reveal a hidden hair dryer in a burlap sack.
Obviously hair dryers in fancy hotels are secretly contained in burlap sacks on doors behind leopard print robes!
Issue #2 with the hotel:
The hotel is fancy. This meant that the hotel had pretty, fancy curtains!!! There was one yellow, sort of sheer curtain that obviously didn’t block light but provided lovely ambience. The second curtain was really thick and luxurious and red.
When D and I got home from Sister’s show on New Year’s Eve, I immediately went to shut the curtains. I untied the big red curtains and tried to pull them shut, but they didn’t cover the entire window! “Wtf?” I thought, again. I tried very hard to pull them together, but they wouldn’t. The panels covered only about ½ of the total window.
“D,” I said, “Am I retarded? Or too drunk? I can’t get these to close!”
D tried, and said “I guess they don’t close.”
“Well, that is ridiculous. This is a fancy hotel! The least they could have is curtains that close!”
D and I didn’t sleep well, which was ironic given that the whole point of staying at the fancy hotel was to get a good night’s sleep. I didn’t sleep because I got an insta-headache from all of the champagne I drank. D didn’t sleep because he was wired or something, and because the light coming through the window prevented his getting back to sleep when he woke up at about 5:00 am after we’d gone to bed at 3:00 am.
Because he couldn’t sleep, D got up to run along the river. When he returned, I heard him scurrying about and suddenly it was dark! I didn’t think anything of it. I just figured we were really drunk the night before and unable to function.
Apparently when he’d gone running, D looked up at the windows and saw that everyone had somehow closed the curtains.
And this is because there were shades. The curtains = decorative. The curtains were closest to us, the sheer thing was the middle layer, and the shade was closest to the window. Three layers? Who knew?
We’re such idiots. I’m just not used to the fancy!
Issue #3 with the hotel:
The hotel is fancy. I thought the restaurant would be super good – clever and interesting, like the hotel. I decided that I wanted to order room service for dinner because I love room service. I have no reason to love room service. I think I’ve ordered it once and every other attempt at room service has been foiled by whoever I was sharing a room with or by the wrong hours or the prices or something.
I said “D, we have to get room service because I bet every restaurant will be crowded because its New Year’s Eve and we don’t have reservations.” I think this was as much of a legitimate concern as it was an excuse to get room service.
D didn’t resist at all, but when we got to the room I was disappointed to learn that the restaurant (and therefore room service) had nothing vegetarian other than one dish that, of course, involved room service.
We decided that we’d get room service in the morning instead.
We called to order scrambled eggs, homefries, and toast, with bacon on a different plate.
D said “I bet they’ll just get it from the buffet.”
“You think?” I asked, trying to preserve my room service dream.
One hour later = no room service.
D called. They said “It’s coming right up! It left two minutes ago! It’s on the house!”
Sweet.
Ten minutes later = no room service.
It finally arrived, cold, clearly from the buffet, with an English muffin, untoasted, instead of toast.
Ewwwww.
So we didn’t really sleep or get to enjoy room service, but we had great fun living the fancy life anyway. And we had a marvelous and not very scary conversation about “The Future” that was not initiated by me! Whoa! I will leave with fond memories of our night in the fancy hotel, even if our time there made me feel like a moron.
New Year
Welcome back, kids!
It's a new year.
Ho hum.
I am back to the grind here in NYC. New year, new projects at work. Yesterday was the ease-back-in day during which people slowly reacclimated and did little. I was commended on multiple occasions for working at all. Today its back to normal, with new projects and new stresses.
It's a new year. Does anyone have any interesting resolutions? Is there even such a thing as an interesting New Year's resolution?
I have the usual. They are the same every year and every year I am good for about three minutes and then revert back to my usual ways.
This year's resolutions:
1. Eat fewer cookies per unit time
2. Eat more salads
3. Possibly... gasp... join gym
4. Play more piano (possibly get good again!)
5. Watch fewer Netflixes
6. Read novels
7. Stop forgetting when exhibits end and thereby missing them entirely
8. Be better about keeping in touch with friends via phone
9. Be better about making time to listen to original songs friends have sent me to listen to
10. Travel (more specifically: go to Europe... more precisely, do not become first ever greater than or equal to 30 YEAR OLD person who hasn't been to Europe)
11. Buy and then learn how to use new fancy camera
12. Think about future like serious 30-year-old should
13. Buy fewer pairs of glasses
14. Keep credit card bills to reasonable amount
15. Drink less
16. Hang out less or not at all with people from work
17. Make and keep friends
18. Read articles in Village Voice and not just about what to do
19. Write more songs per unit time - stop neglecting the blog!!!
20. Maintain current good course of relationship with boyfriend
Boring. Mostly reasonable aside from #3. I have to find an all-girl gym so as not to be neurotic about looking retarded in front of boys.
So that's that. 2006. Woo. Hoo.
It's a new year.
Ho hum.
I am back to the grind here in NYC. New year, new projects at work. Yesterday was the ease-back-in day during which people slowly reacclimated and did little. I was commended on multiple occasions for working at all. Today its back to normal, with new projects and new stresses.
It's a new year. Does anyone have any interesting resolutions? Is there even such a thing as an interesting New Year's resolution?
I have the usual. They are the same every year and every year I am good for about three minutes and then revert back to my usual ways.
This year's resolutions:
1. Eat fewer cookies per unit time
2. Eat more salads
3. Possibly... gasp... join gym
4. Play more piano (possibly get good again!)
5. Watch fewer Netflixes
6. Read novels
7. Stop forgetting when exhibits end and thereby missing them entirely
8. Be better about keeping in touch with friends via phone
9. Be better about making time to listen to original songs friends have sent me to listen to
10. Travel (more specifically: go to Europe... more precisely, do not become first ever greater than or equal to 30 YEAR OLD person who hasn't been to Europe)
11. Buy and then learn how to use new fancy camera
12. Think about future like serious 30-year-old should
13. Buy fewer pairs of glasses
14. Keep credit card bills to reasonable amount
15. Drink less
16. Hang out less or not at all with people from work
17. Make and keep friends
18. Read articles in Village Voice and not just about what to do
19. Write more songs per unit time - stop neglecting the blog!!!
20. Maintain current good course of relationship with boyfriend
Boring. Mostly reasonable aside from #3. I have to find an all-girl gym so as not to be neurotic about looking retarded in front of boys.
So that's that. 2006. Woo. Hoo.
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