various and sundry
1. it’s been a long time since i’ve cried at work. it’s been a long time since i’ve cried at work about anything but my own problems. bryan changed that.
2. the weekend in rhode island with shivery, biscuit, his flexible, and jason, was marvelous. we went to newport, ambled around the cliff walk and looked out over the ocean, at at a wharf seafood place, laughed about rehoboth for twenty miles, ate home-cooked goodness, rattled around my big house bumping into each other and laughing, lit a roaringly delicious fire, drank copious amounts of wine, stayed up late and slept til noon, and curled up together on the couch and talked the nights away.
3. last weekend’s halloween party has produced some gems, courtesy of jason, who will one day be my personal photographer. you know. when i’m famous. for accomplishments as yet unspecified. here’s kate looking stunning, a devilishly delicious john steed, even avengers break for tea, and of course, heaven’s missing angels.
4. in other photographic news, jason continues to shine with his camera: kate looking winsome, me looking pensive, and the two of us looking happy. soulmates, indeed! the unholy troika of shiv, kate, and krissa has been firmly established.
5. and finally, after a weekend of relaxing, it’s always nice to stand on the subway platform, tired and dragging your feet and weekend bags, and have one new york’s battier, shiftier denizens scream obscenities into your ear. thanks for welcoming me home, gotham. sure know how to make a girl feel welcome.
bonnie prince billy says it best
well i’ve been to a minor place,
and i can say
i like it’s face,
if i am gone and with no trace
i will be in my minor place.
o it’s not a desert nor a web,
nor a tomb where I lay dead,
minor, in a sound alone,
yes a clear commanding tone.
singing from my little point,
and aching in my every joint,
I thank the world it will anoint me
if I show it how I hold it .
cheers to finding your own minor place.
real life calls
i’ll be back around the blogging world later, kiddos, but i’m taking a few days off. i know you were all waiting for accounts of revelries with kate – it’s enough to know they were phenomenal.
in the meantime, if you’re free tonight, swing by the orange bear and groove to the sultry stylings of one miss shivery… that’s where i’ll be, gin and tonic in hand, wailing along.
giving up the ghost
stephanie and i have made a little pact – we’re going to chuck sugar from our lives for a week and see how it goes. i’m not sure i’ll survive, sugar being such a mainstay of my life, but it’s worth a shot. i’ve heard good things about chucking it from your life, and i’m tired of saying i have no willpower to restrain my eating habits.
coffee? gone. can’t take it without sugar.
coke? gone. will see if i can try diet coke without retching.
candy? gone. lucky for me, i’m so tired of candy after halloween i probably won’t miss it.
cake? gone. *whimper*
worst of all:
my morning bowl of fruit loops? gone. i’ll be eating a scrambled egg and toast in the mornings now, with tea.
i’m telling myself, it’s only a week of total sugar-deprivation, it’s only a test of strength. but perhaps, if i don’t crash on friday and eat the entire candy counter at my local deli in one fell swoop, perhaps i’ll just give up sugar for good. before you all leap all over me with dire warnings of eating disorders, this isn’t a starvation diet. it’s processed sugar, for crying out loud, it’s not exactly the healthiest thing in one’s life anyway.
and like i said – it’ll be interesting to see if i can finally hold a bargain with myself. a test of wills. for the greater battles that i will be facing in the coming years, i’ll need to shore up strength.
goodbye, sugar, for now. i’ve loved you well, but it’s time to see if i can live without you.
still processing
i want to write wittily and uproariously about kate’s phenomenal visit, and the six tons of uncompressed, high density fun we’ve had, but the fact is, she’s meeting me for lunch in twenty minutes and after our lunch she’s saying goodbye for longer than should be legal … and all i can think is, goddamn but i’m going to miss her like the deserts miss the wind.
give me a day, folks. i promise – stories of hilarity and ass-puppies will ensue.
when i’ve stopped sniffling.
