So I haven't had drinks in awhile...like drinks where I could get a wee buzz, so I'm very excited to be meeting Schmillie for happy hour tonight. I have all of my flexi points for the week (49!) left for this weekend, so that's enough for some beers and hopefully enough left over for some other bigger meals -- date night is tomorrow, and then we have a reception after a Christening on Sunday. I'm going to do my best to stay inbounds. I do think the reception is at a steakhouse, so I should be able to order smart and still get me some steak! Just a small one, though.
Tomorrow was going to be bowling, but I called the bowling alley to reserve a lane and it's INSANE -- they don't have open bowling except from 12 noon - 2:00 pm. And tonight only after 11:30 pm. And not on Sundays until later in the month. Is this normal? It's all taken up with leagues and stuff, which I get, but shouldn't they also allow customers to come in? Why would you sell a Groupon that one can barely use unless you happen to not have a day job? I e-mailed Groupon to try and get my money back, and we'll be doing something else tomorrow. Blerg.
My plan for daytime tomorrow is to make some WW-appropriate dinners and freeze them in portions for us. I'm going to try Buffalo Chicken Lasagne and a Taco Chicken Chili in the Crockpot. I know they're both chicken, but that's OK, right? They'll be staggered/not every night anyway. It should last us at least two weeks, too. Plus I'm going to make dessert for Harpie dinner on Monday -- and it has to be red. I'm not going to OUT IT yet, though, but I was able to get a healthier recipe on a traditional favorite, and I'm hoping they taste as good while being guilt-free!
I have been talking to the receptionist about WW lately, and it's great to have someone to nerd out with, plus she JUST gave me her WW online password so I can totally user their tools, like the Recipe Builder! I've never paid for it so I'm super pumped to see all the fun gadgets. And to see how many points some of my traditional favorite recipes are...like the Rachel Ray Creamy Chicken Chili. Mmm.
OHHH and last night I found Edy's Pumpkin Ice Cream on sale and I had to buy it for a treat. I was expecting to save it but I forgot to eat my homemade granola bar after work so I had a ton of extra points so I had a cup of it after dinner -- so good! And I forgot to bring a granola bar TODAY, annoyingly, so I need to make sure not to get too drunk. I may eat more Special K bars, which I keep at work.
Happy weekend, friends!
Today's food:
B - apple, cereal, milk - 4
L - turkey bagel sandwich, string cheese, orange, special k - 7
D - TBD
S - yogurt with blueberries, beer, tbd - 3+
TOTAL - we'll see
Showing posts with label Harpies. Show all posts
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Friday, November 11, 2011
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Move It or Lose It
Whew! I am a normal person again after ten hours of sleep last night, and now I can tell you about my week. Let's do it in bullets, shall we? I love bullets.
- Tuesday night was Harpie dinner, and the theme was Men. I made pigs in a blanket with a delicious balsamic mustard dipping sauce (also with apple slices.) We had this mustard at the beer pairing party, and I'm obsessed with it. Try it. Our main course was Manwiches (made by Schmate), prosciutto-wrapped asparagus bundles (which were p-in-v), and Tom Collinses to drink. Our dessert bringer, the only actual man, couldn't make it at the last minute, which was sad. But there were plenty of penis jokes without him. I also had a minor Chrohn's situation, even though we didn't eat any cheese, so I have to rethink my theories about that. Maybe the Harpies just cause an attack?
- Wednesday I had to work from 8 until 7, and then because that meant no time to make dinner, my understanding and patient man brought over sushi and chicken udon at 8 pm. We tried to watch Killers with Ashton and Katherine Heigl (hate), and it was awful.
- Thursday was the big move day. I got in at 8:30 and then left from the new space at midnight. It was such a strange day, because we were all packed and done by noon, and had pizza and a champagne toast at the old office. Then one of the managing partners (the more fun one) and I walked to the new space and killed time, and then we met up with four of the lawyers (who were free after lunch) at The Ginger Man for two beers, then split up and I went back to the old space then the new one (I was just killing time, basically). I met back up with the fun managing partner and we went for tapas and sangria for dinner (it was very romantic) and then back to the space to help answer layout questions as the movers delivered stuff. It was a super long day, but parts were fun, and I had good bonding time with the boss. I'm hoping they remember all this at bonus time this Christmas. I was in bed around 1 am, and entirely dead on my feet.
- Friday I was back at the office at 9 am, and it was mostly an unpacking day. We had donuts for breakfast and pizza for lunch, and I was seriously loopy in the afternoon from exhaustion, but I felt like the move went well. If they could just connect our internet (and e-mail), we'd be in business. Friday evening I came home, watched Millionaire Matchmaker in bed until 10, then off to sleep until about 8:30 this morning. I wish I could have slept in more, but I did sleep for a long time. I may nap this afternoon, too, just because I still feel a little behind. But much better today.
- Side note: I'm feeling Smee's total crush on me a bit more again, which is fine since he's not actually going to do or say anything about it, but I'm not sure if I should mention that I'm seeing someone. I mean, it would be awkward to be like, Hey, just wanted you to know... but I also don't want him to think I'm single or think something may happen when I'm currently off the market. I'll probably just leave it, but I somehow wonder if he should know.
I think that covers it. Anyway, I want to be more positive starting today, since I have the move stress lifted off my shoulders now, and a fancy new office with a window and mismatched wooden furniture, and a cute boyfriend. Life is grand.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Baggage Check
But before we get into that, let's recap! Friday night I was suddenly super exhausted after work, so I came home and climbed into bed to watch some Fringe until a reasonable bedtime (9ish, I think), take some sleeping pills, and conk (konk?) out. Our receptionist at work has another cold, and I wanted to make sure my immune system was in fighting shape for this week's craziness. I was up early on Saturday and managed to get some laundry done and relax before a monster nap again in the afternoon. Saturday evening I met up with Schmillie to see Due Date, about which I'm still conflicted. It was alternately hilarious, touching, disgusting and boring. But it was definitely an interesting evening. Also, we smuggled in Pret sandwiches and cider doughnuts from the farmer's market in Union Square. So that was a score. I was back in Astoria around 9, so I met up with Shmannon for a few beers and some surprisingly good live music at the hole-in-the-wall McLaughlin's on Broadway. There were no shenanigans, though. We were mature (because Shmannon made the call.)
Sunday I woke up and was very productive in giving my room a thorough cleaning (with vacuuming! and dusting!) I texted with Schmillie for most of the afternoon, and then Hike called to solidify our meet-up plans -- 4 pm on the platform to head into the city early. We got some food, nursed some beers (he only had one! I had two. That's reasonable.) and watched the Giants be really disappointing. But it was lovely. And then over to MSG for the Knicks to be also disappointing.
This week will be crazy, too, so I wanted to post something up here while I could. Work is all about the move, which happens Thursday evening, and I have Harpie dinner tomorrow night (theme: men.) Wednesday I have book club and then Hike is coming over for dinner and a movie at my place, and then it's the BIG MOVE and then finally the weekend.
Sunday I woke up and was very productive in giving my room a thorough cleaning (with vacuuming! and dusting!) I texted with Schmillie for most of the afternoon, and then Hike called to solidify our meet-up plans -- 4 pm on the platform to head into the city early. We got some food, nursed some beers (he only had one! I had two. That's reasonable.) and watched the Giants be really disappointing. But it was lovely. And then over to MSG for the Knicks to be also disappointing.
This week will be crazy, too, so I wanted to post something up here while I could. Work is all about the move, which happens Thursday evening, and I have Harpie dinner tomorrow night (theme: men.) Wednesday I have book club and then Hike is coming over for dinner and a movie at my place, and then it's the BIG MOVE and then finally the weekend.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Your Life, Little Girl, Is an Empty Page That Men Will Want to Write On
So in less than an hour and a half, I will be participating in the Sound of Music sing-along screening, and I CAN'T WAIT. I'm super sleepy and loopy today, because I had a nightmare (about stupid work) that woke me up at 5 am, and I couldn't fall back asleep and was crying from dream thrall, and then I was hungry so I ate leftover crab rangoon, and then I finally drifted away again at 6:30 or so. It was an exciting morning. But I'm absolutely going to be in fighting shape for singing, and I think the bottle of wine Schmillie and I are smuggling into the theater will help.
Work went quickly, however, and no one made me cry in real life (which always makes for a good day), and now I'm eating yogurt to try and get food in my tummy before wine and Maria problem-solving.
Harpie dinner was fantastic last night, as we checked out one Harpie's new apartment in Williamsburg and he also made us delicious pumpkin lasagne. I think we were more sedate and adult than usual, but it was very nice to see everyone and catch up. And I had a really quick and cheap ($13) cab ride home, which was much better than an hour-long train ride. Yes, NYC, people want to travel between Brooklyn and Queens. Crazy, I know.
Hike texted me yesterday afternoon and we chatted all evening (with spaced-out messages) and today. Anyway, I think we're running out of things to text about now...so I'll tell him to have a nice dinner at Rosa Mexicana and leave it. But I still get smiley every time my phone beeps.
AND I'M OFF. To Austria. Later, my favorite things!
Edelweiss - Sound of Music - Christopher Plummer's own voice from Mark on Vimeo.
Work went quickly, however, and no one made me cry in real life (which always makes for a good day), and now I'm eating yogurt to try and get food in my tummy before wine and Maria problem-solving.
Harpie dinner was fantastic last night, as we checked out one Harpie's new apartment in Williamsburg and he also made us delicious pumpkin lasagne. I think we were more sedate and adult than usual, but it was very nice to see everyone and catch up. And I had a really quick and cheap ($13) cab ride home, which was much better than an hour-long train ride. Yes, NYC, people want to travel between Brooklyn and Queens. Crazy, I know.
Hike texted me yesterday afternoon and we chatted all evening (with spaced-out messages) and today. Anyway, I think we're running out of things to text about now...so I'll tell him to have a nice dinner at Rosa Mexicana and leave it. But I still get smiley every time my phone beeps.
AND I'M OFF. To Austria. Later, my favorite things!
Edelweiss - Sound of Music - Christopher Plummer's own voice from Mark on Vimeo.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Love Handles for All
Happy sad Monday! I am really loving the weather today, and I had a great weekend, so once again I'm in a good mood. Now if I could just make myself do some work.
Let's recap! Friday I had a friend date with Schmillie to see The Social Network, then we had dinner after the movie at Republic and then got 16 (Love) Handles frozen yogurt, and I tried PUMPKIN. It was good, but I think pumpkin-flavored dairy needs to be full-fat, as it got a little chemically after a few bites. Saturday I made a Curry Zucchini Soup, then got my nails did, then napped, then met Schmess and her bf and Schmess' visiting friend for dinner at Il Bambino in Astoria (along with two bottles of wine) and then beer at Sweet Afton, where our friend the Marine from d-ball met up, too. Hike was possibly going to be in Astoria that night but ended up going out in the city with his bro and friends, so I didn't see him but we texted all night and said flirty things, etc. Sunday I nursed my hangover for awhile, skyped with Britch, then Hike picked me up at 4 to see The Town. We had discussed going to see Paranormal Activity 2 and I was saying I'll be terrified but I'd try it, and then on Sunday I was like "Um, is there anything else you might want to see, perhaps?" and he did want to see The Town so he gallantly did not force me to be traumatized by PA2. So The Town. I think I was a little disappointed (did I become a movie jerk recently? Maybe.) because it moved slowly at parts, but you know how I LOVE terrible (read: awesome) Boston accents and Ben Affleck in track suits, and I got plenty of that. There was also a preview for another Boston blue-collar Ben movie with COSTNER that I am excited about. So movie date then dinner after at 5 Napkin Burger (yum), and then home to hang out/watch Fox cartoons/make out a lot. It was a good date.
NO, I'M NOT GETTING CARRIED AWAY. But I'm enjoying it. And trying desperately not to get crazy or worried, to various degrees of success.
As far as Rockabilly goes, I forgot to tell you last week that there was never any communication so the "date night" passed by silently, and I'm good with that. After Hike said he wasn't signing onto OKCupid, he asked me, and I said it'd been about a week...and that was as far as we took that conversation, but I want to see what happens with him without further hedging my bets. At least right now.
Tonight is Harpie dinner at someone's new place in Williamsburg, and I'm looking forward to seeing everyone and the new apartment! Our theme is "spooky" and I'm making zucchini latkes that I will call mashed brains and/or guts. Then tomorrow is SING-ALONG SOUND OF MUSIC, which is going to be amazing. (Yes, I'm blowing off dodgeball. Tough luck, suckers.)
Oh, and food this weekend was mostly a disaster, though I still feel skinny today. Weird! I did walk home from work on Thursday, and I'm sure that shaved POUNDS off. Friday we ate good noodles (I had Pad Thai), Saturday I had crostinis for dinner, and Sunday I ordered crab rangoon in the morning and then had half a burger and Parmesan herb fries at dinner. Alas. My goal for tonight is to not feel sick to my stomach after dinner -- here's hoping!
KFC you later, lovers.
Let's recap! Friday I had a friend date with Schmillie to see The Social Network, then we had dinner after the movie at Republic and then got 16 (Love) Handles frozen yogurt, and I tried PUMPKIN. It was good, but I think pumpkin-flavored dairy needs to be full-fat, as it got a little chemically after a few bites. Saturday I made a Curry Zucchini Soup, then got my nails did, then napped, then met Schmess and her bf and Schmess' visiting friend for dinner at Il Bambino in Astoria (along with two bottles of wine) and then beer at Sweet Afton, where our friend the Marine from d-ball met up, too. Hike was possibly going to be in Astoria that night but ended up going out in the city with his bro and friends, so I didn't see him but we texted all night and said flirty things, etc. Sunday I nursed my hangover for awhile, skyped with Britch, then Hike picked me up at 4 to see The Town. We had discussed going to see Paranormal Activity 2 and I was saying I'll be terrified but I'd try it, and then on Sunday I was like "Um, is there anything else you might want to see, perhaps?" and he did want to see The Town so he gallantly did not force me to be traumatized by PA2. So The Town. I think I was a little disappointed (did I become a movie jerk recently? Maybe.) because it moved slowly at parts, but you know how I LOVE terrible (read: awesome) Boston accents and Ben Affleck in track suits, and I got plenty of that. There was also a preview for another Boston blue-collar Ben movie with COSTNER that I am excited about. So movie date then dinner after at 5 Napkin Burger (yum), and then home to hang out/watch Fox cartoons/make out a lot. It was a good date.
NO, I'M NOT GETTING CARRIED AWAY. But I'm enjoying it. And trying desperately not to get crazy or worried, to various degrees of success.
As far as Rockabilly goes, I forgot to tell you last week that there was never any communication so the "date night" passed by silently, and I'm good with that. After Hike said he wasn't signing onto OKCupid, he asked me, and I said it'd been about a week...and that was as far as we took that conversation, but I want to see what happens with him without further hedging my bets. At least right now.
Tonight is Harpie dinner at someone's new place in Williamsburg, and I'm looking forward to seeing everyone and the new apartment! Our theme is "spooky" and I'm making zucchini latkes that I will call mashed brains and/or guts. Then tomorrow is SING-ALONG SOUND OF MUSIC, which is going to be amazing. (Yes, I'm blowing off dodgeball. Tough luck, suckers.)
Oh, and food this weekend was mostly a disaster, though I still feel skinny today. Weird! I did walk home from work on Thursday, and I'm sure that shaved POUNDS off. Friday we ate good noodles (I had Pad Thai), Saturday I had crostinis for dinner, and Sunday I ordered crab rangoon in the morning and then had half a burger and Parmesan herb fries at dinner. Alas. My goal for tonight is to not feel sick to my stomach after dinner -- here's hoping!
KFC you later, lovers.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Thump Day
Well, it's only Wednesday...I've done worse.
I had a lovely outdoor lunch of pizza and gelato in the sun, and now I'm ready for a nap. But at least my to-do list at work has eased up a bit, so I have had time to catch up on some internet fun today. I'm going to write this and then proceed with some heavy lifting, as I'm packing up boxes to send to storage before our big office move this winter. I'm stressed about the scheduling and the work required, which is still kind of vague, but once we get a handle on the details and get the thing locked down, I'll be able to relax and git 'er done, so to speak.
This week has been quiet. I've worked late the past two evenings, and on Monday just relaxed with more Veronica Mars, and then last night I made a Cream of Zucchini soup in order to make use of some of the five pounds of zucchini we have from our CSA. I haven't really eaten it yet, but I tasted it and it's delicious. It has milk, broth, brown rice, zucchini, and onion, and that all gets blended until smooth, and then you add more shredded zuc for texture, sour cream, and chopped fresh dill. I also added some diced turkey bacon so it would have more protein and be a satisfying and healthy lunch. I'm pretty excited about it, especially as though I'm not officially doing Weight Watchers, I try to keep an eye on my "points" eaten during the week, as that's how I've learned to judge the appropriate meal options. It's basically a balancing act right now between my healthy work-week eating and my terrible weekend eating...unfortunately, I need to cut back more on the weekend, so I can lose these DAMN FIVE POUNDS. Ok, or ten or fifteen. Whatever.
I was worried things would be awkward with Smee, but on Monday he stopped by my cube first thing and smiled and started to say something but I was on the phone (I'm so busy and popular), so then I went to say hi when I was free. I just asked how the rest of his weekend was, and we said how hungover we both were on Saturday, and he said something like "which may explain why I said..." and I just said don't worry about it, and it's been fine and smiley since. (And I'm not sure which thing he was referencing exactly, as he may have wanted to just reject me further, but maybe not. He seems to just generally feel guilty for certain admissions. (God, now I want to make an emissions joke, but I'll refrain.)) Which is good, because we had to spend Monday and Tuesday afternoon together in the conference room hunched over a project together. Our arms would brush occasionally...oh butterflies. But in a nice way, like in a "I'm confident in where I stand here, and I don't really know that I want more and can't have it anyway, so I will enjoy your giant crush on me" way. (Ok, fine, a mutual crush that ebbs and flows.)
Remember I told you that I texted Sleeve about wanting more on Sunday? He didn't respond to that, but texted me the usual "What's up babe?" on Monday. So I asked if he'd gotten that text, and he said yeah, I'm sorry. And I said "Don't be, I just want this to move one way or the other, and I don't think that's crazy, do you?" He replied, "No, I agree." And only that...but I haven't heard more from him, so I guess that means no actual hanging out. What a strange bird.
So now I'm free and clear of dumb man distractions, which is mostly good. I did realize that I get more sad about the past when there's no boy to daydream about, but hey, sometimes I also get excited about who I'm going to meet. I've got my photo selection ready for my online dating profile, now I just have to find the time to write the thing, preferably when I'm in a witty and clever mood. Hopefully the stars will align this weekend.
But for now, I am looking forward to drinks tonight with Schmess (and maybe Schmannon) at Il Bambino in Astoria. And panini (panino?) And then tomorrow evening is Harpie dinner at Schmags' new Brooklyn digs, which I haven't seen yet. It'll be great, and I won't worry about getting home late. (Though the theme is celebrating the aged, so maybe being crotchety about that would be appropriate?) I'm making
[SPOILER ALERT, HARPIES]
the appetizers, and I sort of forced it to fit the theme, but I'm using crescent roll dough (the waning moon represents old age) as a shell in mini-muffin tins with smoked gouda (like old people are smoked?) and pancetta (aged?) baked with garlic powder (old people smell like garlic?) We'll see how it turns out.
Enjoy the remainder of your fall-tinged week, darlings!
I had a lovely outdoor lunch of pizza and gelato in the sun, and now I'm ready for a nap. But at least my to-do list at work has eased up a bit, so I have had time to catch up on some internet fun today. I'm going to write this and then proceed with some heavy lifting, as I'm packing up boxes to send to storage before our big office move this winter. I'm stressed about the scheduling and the work required, which is still kind of vague, but once we get a handle on the details and get the thing locked down, I'll be able to relax and git 'er done, so to speak.
This week has been quiet. I've worked late the past two evenings, and on Monday just relaxed with more Veronica Mars, and then last night I made a Cream of Zucchini soup in order to make use of some of the five pounds of zucchini we have from our CSA. I haven't really eaten it yet, but I tasted it and it's delicious. It has milk, broth, brown rice, zucchini, and onion, and that all gets blended until smooth, and then you add more shredded zuc for texture, sour cream, and chopped fresh dill. I also added some diced turkey bacon so it would have more protein and be a satisfying and healthy lunch. I'm pretty excited about it, especially as though I'm not officially doing Weight Watchers, I try to keep an eye on my "points" eaten during the week, as that's how I've learned to judge the appropriate meal options. It's basically a balancing act right now between my healthy work-week eating and my terrible weekend eating...unfortunately, I need to cut back more on the weekend, so I can lose these DAMN FIVE POUNDS. Ok, or ten or fifteen. Whatever.
I was worried things would be awkward with Smee, but on Monday he stopped by my cube first thing and smiled and started to say something but I was on the phone (I'm so busy and popular), so then I went to say hi when I was free. I just asked how the rest of his weekend was, and we said how hungover we both were on Saturday, and he said something like "which may explain why I said..." and I just said don't worry about it, and it's been fine and smiley since. (And I'm not sure which thing he was referencing exactly, as he may have wanted to just reject me further, but maybe not. He seems to just generally feel guilty for certain admissions. (God, now I want to make an emissions joke, but I'll refrain.)) Which is good, because we had to spend Monday and Tuesday afternoon together in the conference room hunched over a project together. Our arms would brush occasionally...oh butterflies. But in a nice way, like in a "I'm confident in where I stand here, and I don't really know that I want more and can't have it anyway, so I will enjoy your giant crush on me" way. (Ok, fine, a mutual crush that ebbs and flows.)
Remember I told you that I texted Sleeve about wanting more on Sunday? He didn't respond to that, but texted me the usual "What's up babe?" on Monday. So I asked if he'd gotten that text, and he said yeah, I'm sorry. And I said "Don't be, I just want this to move one way or the other, and I don't think that's crazy, do you?" He replied, "No, I agree." And only that...but I haven't heard more from him, so I guess that means no actual hanging out. What a strange bird.
So now I'm free and clear of dumb man distractions, which is mostly good. I did realize that I get more sad about the past when there's no boy to daydream about, but hey, sometimes I also get excited about who I'm going to meet. I've got my photo selection ready for my online dating profile, now I just have to find the time to write the thing, preferably when I'm in a witty and clever mood. Hopefully the stars will align this weekend.
But for now, I am looking forward to drinks tonight with Schmess (and maybe Schmannon) at Il Bambino in Astoria. And panini (panino?) And then tomorrow evening is Harpie dinner at Schmags' new Brooklyn digs, which I haven't seen yet. It'll be great, and I won't worry about getting home late. (Though the theme is celebrating the aged, so maybe being crotchety about that would be appropriate?) I'm making
[SPOILER ALERT, HARPIES]
the appetizers, and I sort of forced it to fit the theme, but I'm using crescent roll dough (the waning moon represents old age) as a shell in mini-muffin tins with smoked gouda (like old people are smoked?) and pancetta (aged?) baked with garlic powder (old people smell like garlic?) We'll see how it turns out.
Enjoy the remainder of your fall-tinged week, darlings!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Weekenderrr
Good morning! How are we doing? Are we enjoying these waning days of summer? (Who am I kidding, I'm sure it'll be hot into October at the rate we're going.)
I had a great weekend. My roomie's been out of town so I had the place to myself, which is always a nice treat. And also nice because while most of the time I'm happier alone, I do occasionally miss somebody's presence around the house, so it affirms that maybe I'm maybe not quite ready to live without a roommate. This is useful to remember during those times when she drives me crazy.
So Friday night I turned down a beer garden invite in favor of staying in, doing laundry, cleaning (I even cleaned the globes from the light fixtures in my room), and then starting to watch Veronica Mars on Netflix Watch Instantly. And then I couldn't stop. Seriously, I knew people were really into this show a few years ago, so I thought I'd check it out, but the mystery hook is so good at the end of each episode that I just kept going until about 1 am. It was lovely.
Saturday I met Thighs/Shmannon at 1:30 pm for a day of Astoria pool-playing/bar-hopping. It was really fun, and our only meals came from food trucks (Falafel King and that awesome taco place on 30th Ave), and we played at four places total (though it seemed like more), two pool halls and two old man bars. I got home at about 10:30 pm and was asleep by midnight, too! I was pretty tispy but surprisingly not wasted after that long of a beer day. I think it helped that we were drinking Miller High Lifes (MiHiLis.)
Sunday I woke up at 5 am because beer does that to me now, and I was starving so I ordered some breakfast from a 24-hour diner (delivery), then ate half and watched an episode of Veronica Mars, then went back to sleep until about 11. Sunday afternoon I watched more VM, got a mani/pedi, and then did some food prep for my dinner party last night. Sunday evening I met Schmillie, Tobly, and Schmauren at Chat 'N' Chew for a lovely mac&cheesey, bacony dinner, then we walked to 16 Handles for delicious fro yo. And since it was originally supposed to be a pool party at Schmauren's posh hotel but we got rained out, we started at 5:30 so I was home around 7! I do like that on a Sunday night. I need decompression time before the work week.
Last night was our monthly Harpie dinner, and I was the hostess. Our theme was beer, since national Beer Day is in August, and here was the menu: Schmate made beer-battered onion rings for our appetizer, then Schmags made mussels in a white beer broth, then I made beer-marinated flank steak fajitas, and then Schmammie made a Chocolate Stout Cake. SO GOOD. So much food, of course. I love having a regularly-scheduled time when I can see my earliest NYC friends.
So now I need to stop eating so much, as I ate all weekend and last night. :) But I have leftovers! And a giant piece of cake in the fridge! Oh well, I won't worry too much about it. We wouldn't want to waste food, would we?
There was a slight hiccup in my mental health over the weekend, as one of the bar owners we saw on Saturday (who I've known for awhile from when I used to frequent his establishment more often) told me that Mex with there a girl about three weeks ago. And I knew who it was based on a convo I'd had with Mex in the past. So I was upset, mostly because while I'm not surprised he's still drinking and sleeping with inappropriate women, I don't want to know about it. So I text-yelled at him for awhile this weekend, basically saying take your trash elsewhere. Ideally I could shake it off, but obviously I can't yet. So here's to shaking it off this week!
On Thursday we're supposed to have our work outing to one of the firm partner's country clubs for golf and a BBQ. I would be riding along in the cart and drinking beer, not playing golf, don't worry. AND THEN work boyfriend* said we (the young ones) should get drinks in the city afterwards. Unless he meant we (he and me). Unfortunately the forecast doesn't look so hot, but I super hope it doesn't get cancelled, as this will be my chance to drink and be more social with work boyfriend*. He'd said yesterday he was worried about rain, but that we'd have to do something anyway... TBD. But I want to haaaang out.
*I believe I've settled on a name that isn't Diabetes. Schmannon and I were discussing this on Saturday...and we worked around to Smee! Isn't that great? Doesn't everyone love Smee? It's because I'm so creative with most nicknames (that is sarcasm) and I was thinking Schmoe, and then that led to Smee. So I'm sticking with it.
Well, tonight I finally have a Skype date with Britch, and that will be nice. Tomorrow night I may see an outdoor movie in Socrates Sculpture Park in Astoria, though the forecast doesn't look so hot for that, either. All in all, it should be a good week.
I had a great weekend. My roomie's been out of town so I had the place to myself, which is always a nice treat. And also nice because while most of the time I'm happier alone, I do occasionally miss somebody's presence around the house, so it affirms that maybe I'm maybe not quite ready to live without a roommate. This is useful to remember during those times when she drives me crazy.
So Friday night I turned down a beer garden invite in favor of staying in, doing laundry, cleaning (I even cleaned the globes from the light fixtures in my room), and then starting to watch Veronica Mars on Netflix Watch Instantly. And then I couldn't stop. Seriously, I knew people were really into this show a few years ago, so I thought I'd check it out, but the mystery hook is so good at the end of each episode that I just kept going until about 1 am. It was lovely.
Saturday I met Thighs/Shmannon at 1:30 pm for a day of Astoria pool-playing/bar-hopping. It was really fun, and our only meals came from food trucks (Falafel King and that awesome taco place on 30th Ave), and we played at four places total (though it seemed like more), two pool halls and two old man bars. I got home at about 10:30 pm and was asleep by midnight, too! I was pretty tispy but surprisingly not wasted after that long of a beer day. I think it helped that we were drinking Miller High Lifes (MiHiLis.)
Sunday I woke up at 5 am because beer does that to me now, and I was starving so I ordered some breakfast from a 24-hour diner (delivery), then ate half and watched an episode of Veronica Mars, then went back to sleep until about 11. Sunday afternoon I watched more VM, got a mani/pedi, and then did some food prep for my dinner party last night. Sunday evening I met Schmillie, Tobly, and Schmauren at Chat 'N' Chew for a lovely mac&cheesey, bacony dinner, then we walked to 16 Handles for delicious fro yo. And since it was originally supposed to be a pool party at Schmauren's posh hotel but we got rained out, we started at 5:30 so I was home around 7! I do like that on a Sunday night. I need decompression time before the work week.
Last night was our monthly Harpie dinner, and I was the hostess. Our theme was beer, since national Beer Day is in August, and here was the menu: Schmate made beer-battered onion rings for our appetizer, then Schmags made mussels in a white beer broth, then I made beer-marinated flank steak fajitas, and then Schmammie made a Chocolate Stout Cake. SO GOOD. So much food, of course. I love having a regularly-scheduled time when I can see my earliest NYC friends.
So now I need to stop eating so much, as I ate all weekend and last night. :) But I have leftovers! And a giant piece of cake in the fridge! Oh well, I won't worry too much about it. We wouldn't want to waste food, would we?
There was a slight hiccup in my mental health over the weekend, as one of the bar owners we saw on Saturday (who I've known for awhile from when I used to frequent his establishment more often) told me that Mex with there a girl about three weeks ago. And I knew who it was based on a convo I'd had with Mex in the past. So I was upset, mostly because while I'm not surprised he's still drinking and sleeping with inappropriate women, I don't want to know about it. So I text-yelled at him for awhile this weekend, basically saying take your trash elsewhere. Ideally I could shake it off, but obviously I can't yet. So here's to shaking it off this week!
On Thursday we're supposed to have our work outing to one of the firm partner's country clubs for golf and a BBQ. I would be riding along in the cart and drinking beer, not playing golf, don't worry. AND THEN work boyfriend* said we (the young ones) should get drinks in the city afterwards. Unless he meant we (he and me). Unfortunately the forecast doesn't look so hot, but I super hope it doesn't get cancelled, as this will be my chance to drink and be more social with work boyfriend*. He'd said yesterday he was worried about rain, but that we'd have to do something anyway... TBD. But I want to haaaang out.
*I believe I've settled on a name that isn't Diabetes. Schmannon and I were discussing this on Saturday...and we worked around to Smee! Isn't that great? Doesn't everyone love Smee? It's because I'm so creative with most nicknames (that is sarcasm) and I was thinking Schmoe, and then that led to Smee. So I'm sticking with it.
Well, tonight I finally have a Skype date with Britch, and that will be nice. Tomorrow night I may see an outdoor movie in Socrates Sculpture Park in Astoria, though the forecast doesn't look so hot for that, either. All in all, it should be a good week.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
As the Caterpillar Emerges from Her Cocoon...
Thighs is right, no text. I let the temptation pass, my friends. Besides, Summer Intern (who is 25 years old) wants to come drinking tonight, and though I have a girls' foursome planned, if things get silly I may let him come by later. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. I mean, just to be friendsies.
That reminds me -- something's going on lately with me and the word "Pants." It makes me laugh out loud. Is this a degeneration of my amusement at "Panties"? Yesterday when eating lunch with the co-workers in the conference room, my female lawyer friend said her new Ikea wardrobe (furniture, not clothing) came with a pants rack. HAAAAA. Just say it to yourselves. PANTS RACK. Also, our firm has a client called "Sid's Pants." (That might be confidential. Shh.) I can't help it.
So last night was veggie pick up, grocery shopping, then a loooong time cooking dinner. I boiled corn on the cob, roasted zucchini and squash and eggplant and beets, then sauteed/simmered it all with two large cans of diced tomatoes and some greens, the cut-off-the-cob corn, and fresh basil. Then I stirred in ziti, put it all in a baking dish with some fresh mozz on top (and some Kraft parmesan) and baked it. It was labor-intensive but mostly local and fresh and I'm sure I'll get 2-3 weeks of dinners out of it! I froze some and put the rest in the fridge, after eating, of course. The best/worst part is that the beets turned the pasta pink, so it looks like a girly-themed dish. But so what, who cares. I also ate some baby watermelon out of the shell, sliced in half, and felt like a hippy queen. Then into bed for Top Chef! Right, so I bailed on my upstairs neighbor, but I was cooking then eating till 8:30, then showered, then was exhausted and climbed into bed for TV. Do I want to be friends? Not that badly that I'd force myself to go up there. Honestly, I'm in a bit of hermit mode this week anyway. I don't know why but I'm sure it'll pass.
Besides, I'm not being a hermit tonight! I'm meeting the Harpie girls for drinks and it's been awhile since such an event has occurred. It should be fun, and still might be an early night, though this is to be determined. I'll be happy either way.
P.S. I was just adding Labels to this post, and apparently I've used the label Pants before...now I'm very curious.
That reminds me -- something's going on lately with me and the word "Pants." It makes me laugh out loud. Is this a degeneration of my amusement at "Panties"? Yesterday when eating lunch with the co-workers in the conference room, my female lawyer friend said her new Ikea wardrobe (furniture, not clothing) came with a pants rack. HAAAAA. Just say it to yourselves. PANTS RACK. Also, our firm has a client called "Sid's Pants." (That might be confidential. Shh.) I can't help it.
So last night was veggie pick up, grocery shopping, then a loooong time cooking dinner. I boiled corn on the cob, roasted zucchini and squash and eggplant and beets, then sauteed/simmered it all with two large cans of diced tomatoes and some greens, the cut-off-the-cob corn, and fresh basil. Then I stirred in ziti, put it all in a baking dish with some fresh mozz on top (and some Kraft parmesan) and baked it. It was labor-intensive but mostly local and fresh and I'm sure I'll get 2-3 weeks of dinners out of it! I froze some and put the rest in the fridge, after eating, of course. The best/worst part is that the beets turned the pasta pink, so it looks like a girly-themed dish. But so what, who cares. I also ate some baby watermelon out of the shell, sliced in half, and felt like a hippy queen. Then into bed for Top Chef! Right, so I bailed on my upstairs neighbor, but I was cooking then eating till 8:30, then showered, then was exhausted and climbed into bed for TV. Do I want to be friends? Not that badly that I'd force myself to go up there. Honestly, I'm in a bit of hermit mode this week anyway. I don't know why but I'm sure it'll pass.
Besides, I'm not being a hermit tonight! I'm meeting the Harpie girls for drinks and it's been awhile since such an event has occurred. It should be fun, and still might be an early night, though this is to be determined. I'll be happy either way.
P.S. I was just adding Labels to this post, and apparently I've used the label Pants before...now I'm very curious.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Oh world, I missed you. BUT the good news is that a receptionist started on Monday, so now I'm saved from answering the phones and jumping up when the doorbell rings and I can focus on my new job solely. I also managed to re-arrange the cubecastle so that any pedestrians walking past can no longer see my monitor. I'm very proud of myself, and I think I pulled it off so it seems like I just made more space (and am not a creepy porn-at-work pervert or anything.) The downside (or maybe still an upside) is that the young summer intern in the cube next to me gets to hear all my animal noises of frustration that I make without realizing it, because I am an 80-year-old man. I think it's part of relationship-building, personally. I do get to listen to his fratty apartment/roommate troubles by overhearing his phone conversations, too, so I think we're even.
What else is new? Where was I last? Oh right, the week after my brother's visit. So I have an update on Montana... After my last post about the sporadic texting, he called me on Wednesday night, and we chatted a bit. He was out with friends and wanted me to come, but I was in for the night, so he asked me out for lunch on Thursday. He wanted to take me to this place in Union Square because they have a shrimp dish he loved, and he said we'd take a cab from my office so it doesn't take too long. And then he said he had a plan for Thursday night, and he'd tell me about it at lunch, but he made sure I was free. So then I went to sleep and he'd texted later to tell me to "Bring a change of clothes to work tomorrow and a bathing suit. Work clothes, though the suit is optional." WHHAAAA? This was fun and exciting and made the planner in me very nervous. But it was rather charming, and I didn't think he's going to murder me or he wouldn't tell me to bring work clothes, right?
So then we had a very nice lunch, and he kissed me hello and goodbye. His plan was to go to Connecticut right after work that night. His mom lives there and her condo has a pool, and he said we'd hang out with his friends and sleep either at his mom's or friends'. And I'd take an early train back. He said "It may not be a good plan because it's far..." and I said it sounded like an adventure and he also said something about how he knows I don't know him that well, but I said I liked the spontaneity. I did say I couldn't stay up all night and he said "No, we'll go to bed at 10."
So we took the train to Stamford. It was so fun -- we hung out with his friends, an engaged couple, and we stayed at their apartment. It ended up that I didn't meet his mom -- she is a teacher and there was graduation yesterday and then an "after party" so she wasn't at her place, and we just went straight to the pool anyway, where it was empty and surrounded by trees and condos and sat at a table and ordered sandwiches and played in the water and stuff, then back to the friends' apartment when the pool closed and watched tv/hung out there (with their neighbors, too), and then bed. Twin bed in the extra bedroom with no A/C but a fan. He made good use of some ice cubes, let me tell you.
I took a 9 am train back (they'd dropped me at the train station) because I'd previously cleared coming into work an hour late, so I had a bit more sleep time. We did not go to bed at 10, but maybe 1, then stayed up till 3 having fun (and he said that he should've made us go to bed earlier, too, but I agreed it's hard when people are having fun and drinking beer) and then I didn't sleep much until after the sun came up, then I dozed a bit. But his friends were really nice and hospitable and it sort of felt like being home in Ohio. And he's just adorable and very sweet and I may have had bite marks on my back. So, you know, score.
He's just very mellow but attentive. I like the combination of rough-around-the-edges dude and sweetness. And bearded blue-eyes, you know. We decided to talk on the phone while he's in MT and said we "like" each other, so we'll see what happens. Yeah, I'm also trying not to get ahead of myself, but I don't feel too crazy about it -- I'm in a good spot. I think. But I'd be in a better spot if he calls me soon. He actually first asked me to call him, but I'd rather not be first, because I'm a girl and self-conscious. Still, I'll give it till the weekend and then perhaps reach out. WHAT DO WE THINK ABOUT THIS, readers? I should be more optimistic probably, but I always have a Plan B.
WOW LONG STORY, sorry. I don't know that much else is very newsworthy. Schmauren moved to Boston on Saturday, so I'm in denial about that. Wahhh. Britch is also in Laos for six weeks, which means even less communication than when she was in London! And also, I hope she doesn't get a communicable disease.
That said, this past weekend was a nice quiet one after so much activity. Friday night I crashed early to recover from Connecticut. (That sounds weird -- has anyone had to recover from Connecticut ever before in history?) Saturday I fed a friend's kitties and played with them for awhile, then got a fancy facial with a gift certificate I received for Christmas -- it was so relaxing and amazing. Then home for Netflix and bed. Sunday I did some cleaning and organizing at home and avoided going outside in the heat as much as possible, and that's it! Last night was Harpie dinner, and it was as delicious as always (though low-carb this time), but my stomach still got very angry with me, and is still a little upset today. I hate that it holds a grudge.
Tonight I should hit the gym if I can hold up my motivation (and if my stomach calms down), and tomorrow night I have a 5:30 softball game and a 6:30 kickball game, so I may only make it to the bar-end of kickball, but we'll see. I hope the weather forecast is right and it's cooler tomorrow -- I may die if it's 90 degrees. This upcoming weekend should be good and social again, so life is pretty grand. I clearly heal from heartbreak via a rebound, so thank goodness that process is happening. I haven't talked to Mex in two and a half weeks, and I've fully realized my anger and his selfishness, so I feel good about moving on and away from him entirely. I mean, it icks me out to think otherwise. Anyway, FINALLY I have some optimism back.
Food isn't worth getting into today -- normal breakfast and then lunch salad is all I have. Gross leftover Trader Joe's chicken sausage ravioli is waiting for dinner. (Seriously, don't buy it. It's mushy and bland.) I will say that I weighed myself at some point over the weekend and I'm still pretty much in the same zone, so that's good news after the brother-visit-pig out. I hope to be more regularly blogging again, too, so get ready for inane reports of my office managing days!
What else is new? Where was I last? Oh right, the week after my brother's visit. So I have an update on Montana... After my last post about the sporadic texting, he called me on Wednesday night, and we chatted a bit. He was out with friends and wanted me to come, but I was in for the night, so he asked me out for lunch on Thursday. He wanted to take me to this place in Union Square because they have a shrimp dish he loved, and he said we'd take a cab from my office so it doesn't take too long. And then he said he had a plan for Thursday night, and he'd tell me about it at lunch, but he made sure I was free. So then I went to sleep and he'd texted later to tell me to "Bring a change of clothes to work tomorrow and a bathing suit. Work clothes, though the suit is optional." WHHAAAA? This was fun and exciting and made the planner in me very nervous. But it was rather charming, and I didn't think he's going to murder me or he wouldn't tell me to bring work clothes, right?
So then we had a very nice lunch, and he kissed me hello and goodbye. His plan was to go to Connecticut right after work that night. His mom lives there and her condo has a pool, and he said we'd hang out with his friends and sleep either at his mom's or friends'. And I'd take an early train back. He said "It may not be a good plan because it's far..." and I said it sounded like an adventure and he also said something about how he knows I don't know him that well, but I said I liked the spontaneity. I did say I couldn't stay up all night and he said "No, we'll go to bed at 10."
So we took the train to Stamford. It was so fun -- we hung out with his friends, an engaged couple, and we stayed at their apartment. It ended up that I didn't meet his mom -- she is a teacher and there was graduation yesterday and then an "after party" so she wasn't at her place, and we just went straight to the pool anyway, where it was empty and surrounded by trees and condos and sat at a table and ordered sandwiches and played in the water and stuff, then back to the friends' apartment when the pool closed and watched tv/hung out there (with their neighbors, too), and then bed. Twin bed in the extra bedroom with no A/C but a fan. He made good use of some ice cubes, let me tell you.
I took a 9 am train back (they'd dropped me at the train station) because I'd previously cleared coming into work an hour late, so I had a bit more sleep time. We did not go to bed at 10, but maybe 1, then stayed up till 3 having fun (and he said that he should've made us go to bed earlier, too, but I agreed it's hard when people are having fun and drinking beer) and then I didn't sleep much until after the sun came up, then I dozed a bit. But his friends were really nice and hospitable and it sort of felt like being home in Ohio. And he's just adorable and very sweet and I may have had bite marks on my back. So, you know, score.
He's just very mellow but attentive. I like the combination of rough-around-the-edges dude and sweetness. And bearded blue-eyes, you know. We decided to talk on the phone while he's in MT and said we "like" each other, so we'll see what happens. Yeah, I'm also trying not to get ahead of myself, but I don't feel too crazy about it -- I'm in a good spot. I think. But I'd be in a better spot if he calls me soon. He actually first asked me to call him, but I'd rather not be first, because I'm a girl and self-conscious. Still, I'll give it till the weekend and then perhaps reach out. WHAT DO WE THINK ABOUT THIS, readers? I should be more optimistic probably, but I always have a Plan B.
WOW LONG STORY, sorry. I don't know that much else is very newsworthy. Schmauren moved to Boston on Saturday, so I'm in denial about that. Wahhh. Britch is also in Laos for six weeks, which means even less communication than when she was in London! And also, I hope she doesn't get a communicable disease.
That said, this past weekend was a nice quiet one after so much activity. Friday night I crashed early to recover from Connecticut. (That sounds weird -- has anyone had to recover from Connecticut ever before in history?) Saturday I fed a friend's kitties and played with them for awhile, then got a fancy facial with a gift certificate I received for Christmas -- it was so relaxing and amazing. Then home for Netflix and bed. Sunday I did some cleaning and organizing at home and avoided going outside in the heat as much as possible, and that's it! Last night was Harpie dinner, and it was as delicious as always (though low-carb this time), but my stomach still got very angry with me, and is still a little upset today. I hate that it holds a grudge.
Tonight I should hit the gym if I can hold up my motivation (and if my stomach calms down), and tomorrow night I have a 5:30 softball game and a 6:30 kickball game, so I may only make it to the bar-end of kickball, but we'll see. I hope the weather forecast is right and it's cooler tomorrow -- I may die if it's 90 degrees. This upcoming weekend should be good and social again, so life is pretty grand. I clearly heal from heartbreak via a rebound, so thank goodness that process is happening. I haven't talked to Mex in two and a half weeks, and I've fully realized my anger and his selfishness, so I feel good about moving on and away from him entirely. I mean, it icks me out to think otherwise. Anyway, FINALLY I have some optimism back.
Food isn't worth getting into today -- normal breakfast and then lunch salad is all I have. Gross leftover Trader Joe's chicken sausage ravioli is waiting for dinner. (Seriously, don't buy it. It's mushy and bland.) I will say that I weighed myself at some point over the weekend and I'm still pretty much in the same zone, so that's good news after the brother-visit-pig out. I hope to be more regularly blogging again, too, so get ready for inane reports of my office managing days!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Oh, To Be a Slug and What I Ate
Sooo...I confess, again last night I skipped the gym. I felt exhausted in the afternoon and went home to try to nap, only to wake up after about 2 minutes of sleep with a throat tickle and little cough. Annoying. I felt off, though, as if I were fighting something (like a cold) and still had a chance of beating it. I called Mex, who was supposed to come over, and warned him that there was a slim chance I wasn't well, but also, I wanted to go to bed early no matter what. Fortunately for me, this is a boy who's not afraid of my germs (real or imaginary) and is one great nurse when I am really sick, I must say, so he headed over and we climbed in bed to watch some American Idol and relax. I think I was asleep by 11, though lights were out earlier. That said, my "illness" hasn't progressed further today, and though I still feel a bit worn down, I think I can overcome.
ESPECIALLY because I am eagerly anticipating my dinner plans tonight. It's the sort-of monthly gathering of my Harpies, aka my oldest NYC friends who attended the NYU Summer Publishing Program with me and then we all got jobs at HarperCollins. There were six of us, but with NoPe moving to Ireland for more school (I'm so jealous), our numbers are down to five, which makes game night a bit more fair (even though it's now 3 on my team and 2 on the other.) Let's see, that means we met in 2004, and so we've known each other for nearly six years, wow. Anyway, we're heading to Williamsburg tonight, to eat at an Italian restaurant called Bamonte's. Apparently Italy was founded in March, and we're still choosing themes for our dinners, so old-school family style it is! And that said, I'm really going to have to behave next week to trim down from all these big dinners. Hopefully if I sleep like crazy this weekend I'll be ready to rock.
I'm beginning to tire of my own guilty tone -- are you? Maybe I'll just talk about the good food and the healthy eating at the same time, realizing the whole thing should be a balance, and stop acting like a penitent Catholic when I eat wings. Because, dear ones, I think Mex and I decided that this Sunday's Oscars are a good excuse for us to make wings again! I haven't been able to stop thinking about them since the SuperBowl, so it's time. Plus I enjoy eating down-home food while watching them fancy awards.
Today's special.
B: coffee; Special K mixed with Honey Bunces o' Oats, skim - 4
L: turkey and cheese sammy; apple - 5
D: A Taste of Italy - ?
S: yogurt, granny bar if needed
Activity: riding 7 different subway lines today, maybe a short walk at lunch
ESPECIALLY because I am eagerly anticipating my dinner plans tonight. It's the sort-of monthly gathering of my Harpies, aka my oldest NYC friends who attended the NYU Summer Publishing Program with me and then we all got jobs at HarperCollins. There were six of us, but with NoPe moving to Ireland for more school (I'm so jealous), our numbers are down to five, which makes game night a bit more fair (even though it's now 3 on my team and 2 on the other.) Let's see, that means we met in 2004, and so we've known each other for nearly six years, wow. Anyway, we're heading to Williamsburg tonight, to eat at an Italian restaurant called Bamonte's. Apparently Italy was founded in March, and we're still choosing themes for our dinners, so old-school family style it is! And that said, I'm really going to have to behave next week to trim down from all these big dinners. Hopefully if I sleep like crazy this weekend I'll be ready to rock.
I'm beginning to tire of my own guilty tone -- are you? Maybe I'll just talk about the good food and the healthy eating at the same time, realizing the whole thing should be a balance, and stop acting like a penitent Catholic when I eat wings. Because, dear ones, I think Mex and I decided that this Sunday's Oscars are a good excuse for us to make wings again! I haven't been able to stop thinking about them since the SuperBowl, so it's time. Plus I enjoy eating down-home food while watching them fancy awards.
Today's special.
B: coffee; Special K mixed with Honey Bunces o' Oats, skim - 4
L: turkey and cheese sammy; apple - 5
D: A Taste of Italy - ?
S: yogurt, granny bar if needed
Activity: riding 7 different subway lines today, maybe a short walk at lunch
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