Today I am not-so-inexplicably happy. For one, it’s finally Friday (has this week been longer than most?), and a far-flung friend has returned to the welcoming arms of New York City. Which means much wine was lapped last evening, both red and white varieties, both delicious—and yet, my head feels pretty much okay. I love it when that happens.
Also: beet risotto! Shockingly red, shockingly delicious. And La Tur. OMG.
Happy Saturday! The firestarter (who it turns out is in the so-called care of adult protective services) is currently locked out, and I slept a full 10 hours last night.
Thus, my mood is rather cheery. And in honor of that, here’s an oldie (but, I think you’ll agree, still a goodie)….
This is pretty freakin’ good too.
photo credit: rocketlass
Well, hello there. Welcome to 2010!
Yesterday, despite all of my mother’s advice to start the year out right, I actually did no writing at all, but instead went to brunch, then a movie—It’s Complicated, and I’d just like to say that I would like my life to be complicated in the way that Meryl Streep’s life is complicated if it means Alec Baldwin, a gorgeous house with a huge garden and perfect tomatoes, and my own bakery where I make the most delicious chocolate “cwahsont” in the universe—then Sephora (yay, new “compact,” which I was told was something only grandmothers say, yay, Clinique Youth Surge, which I’m sure will prevent me from being mistaken for a grandmother), then Lululemon (yay, new workout pants with hot pink cuffs), then dinner (yay, dinner) and too many glasses of wine in my hood with L.
It’s sunny and beautiful in New York today. I just finished my karate-esque ass-kicking class of death, and maybe it’s the endorphins or the fact that I didn’t actually die or just that it feels good to be back and doing double roundhouses, but whoo-eee-boy, I am ready to enjoy the rest of 2009.
Seeing as how we only have 5 days left (and I have to substitute managing edit for someone on 3 of them), we better get started.
photo credit: ★ spunkinator
Ah, tis Friday. Finally. It’s been a long, long week, and it’s so cold in the place I’m currently working that my tea has taken a chill after only 7 minutes. That’s what you get for leaving the apartment, I suppose, even though I did dress for apres ski.
But despite that chill, joy is in my heart, friends. Because I feel so so much better than yesterday, and not only because it’s a few hours until the weekend officially begins its frivolous dance across my days. I have realized, thanks to the words of a friend, that sometimes it’s good to have a breakdown.
After all that turkey talk, guess what we ate last night? That’s right, a chicken.
However, and despite the fact that it doesn’t photograph well, it was a highly delicious chicken. And there was stuffing, and roasted Brussels sprouts, potatoes, butternut squash, shallots, and even a parsnip or two.
B did a very good job with the cooking; as well as the aforementioned goodies he whipped up a pumpkin pie according to Mom’s old recipe, which we ate with homemade vanilla ice cream that had an intriguing bologna aftertaste. Not to say that wasn’t delicious, too. I just ate another slice (sans ice cream) for breakfast, and it was even better. That’s the thing about pie.
And now it’s Black Friday, and we’re deciding whether to go to Where the Wild Things Are or the Pixies concert. Both great contributors to my youth, and so, it all comes full circle.
Tonight I am going to a smart people’s party. There will be successful folks there from every successful walk of life: energetic activists, generous patrons of the arts, brilliant journalists, fantastic editors, good breeders, medical professionals who have saved lives. I am a little nervous.
After all, I work part-time trying to convince diabetics to eat more processed foods. I piggyback off of Dan Brown’s ill-written novels with companion magazines the sole purpose of which is to make fans of the books feel smart. I have spoken with Paula Abdul’s manager on more than one occasion. I have an unemployment blog.
Working all week means that today is a catch-up day. It’s really quite amazing how dirty the apartment gets, how long your dry-cleaning languishes at the laundromat, how your workouts suffer, or how tired you are on a Friday night when you’ve been 9 to 5-ing it, day-in, day-out.
It’s a wonder any of us who go into an office regularly get anything else done at all, and frankly, I question the wisdom of the whole philosophy. Perhaps now is the time to run strong with my 3 days of work for 3 days of life (plus summer vacation) campaign.
photo credit: foreverdigital
Ahhh, no night-time freakouts from the neighbor this early am, so perhaps she happened upon my advice. Or she takes a break on the weekends.
But what do I do with my 3 am, given the possibility of silence and a good night’s sleep?
photo credit: lepiaf.geo
Oooh, November. It seems like I hardly even got to know you, October. You were a real blur, thanks to a wedding, several birthdays, 2.5 freelance projects, Halloween, and, of course, too too too much wine.
I woke up this morning thinking, hmm, maybe I should try to go the month of November without drinking (alcohol, that is). Why did I think this? It may have something to do with that Deal or No Deal thermos I kept refilling with Barefoot Sauvignon Blanc, or attempting to rip the head off of one of the Gosselin children (a costume!), or the fact that my Taxi and Limousine-commissioned car service driver, to whom I thought it was wise to spill my guts, was totally putting the moves on. (He was quite sweet, btw.) Or maybe it’s just the usual morning after guilt.
