Hello darlings. I am posting this late, because despite not having fun internet time at work, I'm going to do my best not to abandon you again. For so long, at least.
Well, it was a great weekend and it left me worn out today at work for no clear reason, but hey, sometimes you need to rest after having lots of fun, right? Friday night I came home to try to nap (failed) and shower before heading with the freshly arrived Schmauren to Sweet Afton. We nabbed a table, ordered some delicious food and beers, welcomed more friends, and also began the shots pretty early. They were a reward for us when the computer messed up our beer order, leaving us waiting for awhile, so hello again, Pickleback. And then Lemon Drop. And then some other ones that I don't even remember what they were. At around midnight, the remaining few of us headed over to Cavo, this Greek daytime restaurant, nighttime club in Astoria. I used to live across the street from it, but never went in, so I'd always wanted to see what the fuss was about. I'll tell you -- aggressive Greek men. But it was fun to dance for a bit, with the girls and then with the circling vultures, then I hit my wall and walked home, managing to slice my feet with my sandals in the process. Oh, my tender feet. (Isn't tenderfoot some sort of insult? Oh, yes.) OH and I wore the jeggings and two separate people said I looked skinny...so hopefully they're a go.
Saturday was up for a lovely outdoor brunch with Schmauren and Schmate. Granted, I was feeling a bit pukey and only ate half my Crab Cake Hollandaise, but it was still a very leisurely and relaxing weekend treat. I felt better after getting some food in my tummy, then since Schmauren was nice enough to drive us into Manhattan, we drove back and hit up our favorite Astoria discount clothing store, where I nabbed some NY&Co. belts for $2.00 each. Score. Then home for some AC and Bravo TV time in bed with Schmauren before she had to head out for a concert on Governor's Island. While she was out, I napped, watched movies, ran a few errands, and just relaxed until she came home and we chatted a bit before sleep time. Because...
On Sunday we got up early(ish) to head into Manhattan to meet Schmate and Schmillie for Delware River Tubing! We'd all been looking forward to it all summer, and the day was upon us. After some Dunks for the road, we headed to the other side of NJ and sunscreened up. It was so relaxing (once we got over the massive influx of people compared to when we went last year) to float along, paddling sometimes, and riding the (very tame, mini) rapids. And since the river runs (through it) on the border of NJ and PA, we were IN TWO STATES AT ONE TIME. After a few hours on the river, we stopped in the nearby Frenchtown, NJ for some ice cream and then hit the road back to the city, all sunny and ready for our showers and beds. Separate beds, unfortunately, and I had to bid adieu to Schmauren so she could head back to Boston. Wahh.
So today was busy at work, and I never seem to get everything done now, but hey, the day goes fast. Work boyfriend (I CAN'T call him Diabetes. I'm working on it.) is away on vacation, which makes it much less interesting, and dare I admit it, I'm wearing my less-favorite clothes since I don't care to impress anyone particularly. Am I crazy or does anyone else do stuff like that? Oh, and after work on Friday, he BBMed me (BlackBerry messaged, for those who aren't familiar) and said that he wouldn't be on the BlackBerry much while he was gone, so he gave me his personal cell phone number. He said that one's just for friends...WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? Well, I responded and said something about how I was glad I made the cut, and I gave him my number, too, and then he said something about how we passed the line of mere co-workers awhile ago. But see how we're on that Friend Line, where it's unclear? Don't get me wrong, it's really fun and I sort of like the ambiguity now because I'm not ready for more, or sure I want it, but I still get the fluttery "he likes me" feeling and that's the best. And I also think I'll just wait for him to contact me, as I don't need to push anything at this point.
Tonight I'm staying in, catching up on some home stuff, online stuff, and relaxing. I've been reading some Marian Keys novels and I'm in the middle of one that I am looking forward to dipping into before bed. Isn't that the best feeling? Schmillie hooked me up with a bunch of them, and on my vacation I read Watermelon, which was surprising apropos for my situation, with a cheating husband who left his wife after she JUST GAVE BIRTH. So guess what, my situation could've been worse! It was actually fun and light, but also really poignant in some ways for me, and they're just fun novels. I recommend.
Well, goodnight for now. It's time me to watch last night's episode of The Next Food Network Star...even though my favorite one, the cute guy, (SPOILER) got sent home last week.
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Monday, August 9, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Working for the Weekend and What I Ate
Hello lovers!
How hard is it to start working today? I haven't accomplished a single work-related thing all morning. But that's sort of great, because it's not like I have a ton to do today. Or at least nothing with a deadline.
My weekend was very fun, though I feel a bit guilty about not enjoying more of the beautiful daytime weather. That's what happens when you're a creature of the night, I suppose. Friday's Hennapalooza was very fun, and a bit crazier like the good ol' days. We hung out in the bathroom with shower caps on like we were in the 1950s, we made a beer run with the same shower caps on, and we gabbed and ate reasonable pizza. We took a risk on delivery since Schmillie wasn't aware of any great pizza parlors in her new neighborhood. (Yet. Yet.) Then I met Mex back in Astoria for some late-night pool, then home.
Saturday we slept in, then he left to get some work done and I returned to the nail parlor after a long absence after witnessing some scary violence last time. Thankfully, it's under new ownership, and it was a great experience. (I realize there are many nail salons to chose from, but this one is usually less crowded and pretty cheap for good quality -- $20 for a mani and pedi.) It's now run by a young Chinese woman who was very accommodating, and I even had a man do my pedicure and start my manicure before she jumped in. It was a bit weird at first to have a strange gentleman bowing over your feet, but he gave such a great foot massage that I quickly accustomed to it. And she massaged my shoulders while I was at the drying station, like the good places do. Sigh. Anyway, I went springy and got some hot pink toes AND fingers, then home to get ready for the evening. I met up with Mex and Schmauren at Gleason's in Astoria for a few beers before we headed into Manhattan to the Spring Street Lounge for Schmate's birthday party. I hadn't been to that bar in a few years, but used to really enjoy (as it was particularly male-heavy), and once the crowd thinned out a bit this time, I remembered why I liked it so much! I mean, in addition to the menfolk. The whole Muncher gang had a great silly time, and then Mex, Schmauren and I cabbed it back to Astoria for some nightcaps at Sweet Afton. It was a blast, and I felt like a kid again. I never go out in Manhattan anymore, but it's nice to get into the city and deal with the rabble every now and then.
Sunday was recovery and laziness in the form of Chicken Tikka Masala delivery, watching tv and two romantic comedies in a row. Did You Hear About the Morgans was amusing at points but also a bit frustrating (I have a hard time when asked to be sympathetic to adulterers, what can I say), then The Proposal was way better than I expected. I really enjoyed that one, and laughed loudly and weirdly at the naked-running-into-each-other scene. (Have you seen it? Spoiler, but something about how Ryan Reynolds keeps saying "I don't understand. Why are you wet?" just killed me.) Finally later in the night I cleaned up my room and filed my taxes, so I at least got something done with my day.
And this week should be a nice, springy one, with softball practice tomorrow (that might get rained out, not that I'm sort of crossing my fingers for that, ahem) and Harpie dinner on Thursday. I usually go from Sunday until Thursday without seeing Mex as it's our productive weekday habit, but I mentioned something yesterday about how Sundays are always sort of sad because in addition to being the end of the weekend, I know I won't see him for awhile (mush mush.) He suggested we get a quick bite on Tuesday. Cute.
Also, the publishing guy who hooks me up with most of my freelance projects has just asked me what my ultimate career goal is, as in, do I want to be an editor again for reals. He's probably just being curious, but my imagination immediately wondered if he's looking to hire an editor for his business start-up, etc. etc. It's obviously in fantasy land, but I wonder if I'd want to do that. I know I'm not that into joining corporate, commercial publishing again, but perhaps there's a way for me to do the work I enjoy while being a bit more independent. (Though I guess I'm doing that now, it's just not my day job.) Anyway, things to think about.
Food. (God, I haven't been good with diet & exercise lately, you guys. I don't know how much I weigh, and I think it's up again, but I feel pretty happy anyway so I don't care too much. Though I need to behave during these weeks so I can be flexible on the weekends! Time to crack down again!)
B - Special K, coffee, milk - 4
L - Swiss, cucumber, beet sandwich (clearly I need to go shopping), cottage cheese - 5
D - chicken meatloaf, salad with feta - 5.5
S - string cheese, orange, soup, granny bar - 5
Total - 19.5
Activity - walking home, whee!
How hard is it to start working today? I haven't accomplished a single work-related thing all morning. But that's sort of great, because it's not like I have a ton to do today. Or at least nothing with a deadline.
My weekend was very fun, though I feel a bit guilty about not enjoying more of the beautiful daytime weather. That's what happens when you're a creature of the night, I suppose. Friday's Hennapalooza was very fun, and a bit crazier like the good ol' days. We hung out in the bathroom with shower caps on like we were in the 1950s, we made a beer run with the same shower caps on, and we gabbed and ate reasonable pizza. We took a risk on delivery since Schmillie wasn't aware of any great pizza parlors in her new neighborhood. (Yet. Yet.) Then I met Mex back in Astoria for some late-night pool, then home.
Saturday we slept in, then he left to get some work done and I returned to the nail parlor after a long absence after witnessing some scary violence last time. Thankfully, it's under new ownership, and it was a great experience. (I realize there are many nail salons to chose from, but this one is usually less crowded and pretty cheap for good quality -- $20 for a mani and pedi.) It's now run by a young Chinese woman who was very accommodating, and I even had a man do my pedicure and start my manicure before she jumped in. It was a bit weird at first to have a strange gentleman bowing over your feet, but he gave such a great foot massage that I quickly accustomed to it. And she massaged my shoulders while I was at the drying station, like the good places do. Sigh. Anyway, I went springy and got some hot pink toes AND fingers, then home to get ready for the evening. I met up with Mex and Schmauren at Gleason's in Astoria for a few beers before we headed into Manhattan to the Spring Street Lounge for Schmate's birthday party. I hadn't been to that bar in a few years, but used to really enjoy (as it was particularly male-heavy), and once the crowd thinned out a bit this time, I remembered why I liked it so much! I mean, in addition to the menfolk. The whole Muncher gang had a great silly time, and then Mex, Schmauren and I cabbed it back to Astoria for some nightcaps at Sweet Afton. It was a blast, and I felt like a kid again. I never go out in Manhattan anymore, but it's nice to get into the city and deal with the rabble every now and then.
Sunday was recovery and laziness in the form of Chicken Tikka Masala delivery, watching tv and two romantic comedies in a row. Did You Hear About the Morgans was amusing at points but also a bit frustrating (I have a hard time when asked to be sympathetic to adulterers, what can I say), then The Proposal was way better than I expected. I really enjoyed that one, and laughed loudly and weirdly at the naked-running-into-each-other scene. (Have you seen it? Spoiler, but something about how Ryan Reynolds keeps saying "I don't understand. Why are you wet?" just killed me.) Finally later in the night I cleaned up my room and filed my taxes, so I at least got something done with my day.
And this week should be a nice, springy one, with softball practice tomorrow (that might get rained out, not that I'm sort of crossing my fingers for that, ahem) and Harpie dinner on Thursday. I usually go from Sunday until Thursday without seeing Mex as it's our productive weekday habit, but I mentioned something yesterday about how Sundays are always sort of sad because in addition to being the end of the weekend, I know I won't see him for awhile (mush mush.) He suggested we get a quick bite on Tuesday. Cute.
Also, the publishing guy who hooks me up with most of my freelance projects has just asked me what my ultimate career goal is, as in, do I want to be an editor again for reals. He's probably just being curious, but my imagination immediately wondered if he's looking to hire an editor for his business start-up, etc. etc. It's obviously in fantasy land, but I wonder if I'd want to do that. I know I'm not that into joining corporate, commercial publishing again, but perhaps there's a way for me to do the work I enjoy while being a bit more independent. (Though I guess I'm doing that now, it's just not my day job.) Anyway, things to think about.
Food. (God, I haven't been good with diet & exercise lately, you guys. I don't know how much I weigh, and I think it's up again, but I feel pretty happy anyway so I don't care too much. Though I need to behave during these weeks so I can be flexible on the weekends! Time to crack down again!)
B - Special K, coffee, milk - 4
L - Swiss, cucumber, beet sandwich (clearly I need to go shopping), cottage cheese - 5
D - chicken meatloaf, salad with feta - 5.5
S - string cheese, orange, soup, granny bar - 5
Total - 19.5
Activity - walking home, whee!
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