Getting to LA was not a fun time. But being in LA was awesome. Lots of delays for my flight out Friday night. I was getting very cranky and Turnip can back this up. Because I was on the phone harassing her about it as much as possible. I think I upset some of the folks around me while demanding hookers and blow for my troubles. Ah well. A very delayed flight, shitty seat partner and FOUR screaming children, really loud men behind me, and Havana Nights as my in flight movie option late at night just puts me in a bad mood. What can I say? I think hookers & blow isn’t too much to ask for all my pain and suffering. And I actually WATCHED Havana Nights. So bad. Not even decent eye candy really. They even dowdied up Sela Ward a little. Which is wrong. She’s so pretty.
Sadly Turnip did not have any trashy goodies for me upon my arrival. She did pick me up at the airport though and had flowers and a Powerpuff Girls balloon for me because she is the cutest, sweetest thing ever. Sadly I left them there when I went back to New York. I keep waiting for her to deflate the balloon and mail it to me, but it hasn’t happened yet.
We found parking far from her home and trudged off with my luggage, stopping to check out the massive, brightly-lit Jesus statue behind her building. Apparently she lives right next to a monastery. All kinds of wrong with that, but she likes the place so what can I say. We plotted a little about how to get Ed’s Shirt on the Jesus and headed into her place. A quick hello to the kitties and some girly gossip and then off to sleep. Wild times - ba-by. But what can you do without hookers and blow? Really?
Saturday we slept in a little and then were up to shower and get pretty. Because we like to be pretty. Don’t judge us. Then Turnip made me go out in the middle of her street. She wouldn’t tell me why and I was a little suspicious. I didn’t think I was that much of a pain the night before but I really did wonder if she was trying to get me hit by a car. Turns out she lives on one of the streets the tourists hit for a good view of the Hollywood sign. Woo. So we checked that baby out and got some photos (which might make it online someday). Then headed for breakfast at a diner type place. I was warned not to order bagels. Like I even needed that bit of advice. Actually, over the course of the weekend people kept telling me that there WERE good bagels in LA and listing all sorts of places to get them. Whatever. I did NOT eat bagels in LA. Sorry.
After we were pretty and well-fed we went to hit the shops on Melrose. I think Turnip thinks if I don’t purchase a pair of shoes while visiting her I won’t come back. She’s wrong, but don’t tell her. I really dig the shoe shopping. And we did both find an adorable pair of red shoes. Luckily they had two pair. Yay. So we got those and matching purses for Vegas. Purses that matched each other. They don’t match the shoes. The shoes are red and the purses are black and pink. Got one for Pumpkin as well. Muffy can stand off to the side rolling her eyes and stuff. Or borrow one of Turnip or Pumpkin’s purses since they all share the same first initial. They only had two of that initial. My bag has an M on it for Manda. They didn’t have any As. What’s a girl to do. I also got two other purses while Turnip only got one. And this was all in the first freakin’ store. More shopping - mostly of the window variety after that. Bought a lot of cheap fabulous jewelry at one place with a friendly guy. He was also from Brooklyn and gave me a very pretty bag for all my stuff. Bitter Turnip was jealous. Heh. Take that LA Girl!
Um, sorry.
We also searched high and low for a yellow outfit for Tangerine’s upcoming wedding. It’s a pagan wedding. I’m East. I have to wear yellow. We had very poor luck. We did see a yellow petticoat thing we almost got, but then thought it might be frowned upon. It was really sheer and I thought it might be a little too small. We did find a lot of yellow shoes though. But not yellow clothes. Odd. Then we had drinks at the Coffee Bean (my first Coffee Bean ever) and let Ed’s Shirt out for a photo. Eventually we had to stop to make Turnip’s show. I was sad to leave the shopping. But it had to be done.
Turnip is a sassy lighting designer. We did lots of shows together in high school. It’s really how we met. And we went to college fairly near each other (Wesleyan and Brown) but I somehow had never seen one of the shows she designed. Which is tragic and wrong. I’ve seen photos of shows she’s done. But that’s not the same thing. Really. So I was very excited at the prospect of finally seeing her work this weekend.
We headed to CSU Los Angeles and kinda wandered around the theatre. Turnip introduced me to everyone, showed me around, dragged me to the booth and then sat me down while she had to boss people around. Basically she got stuck stage managing the show so she had to tell the running crew what to do. One of them was named Amanda which made me batty. She’d get this authoritative tone going and bellow for “Amanda” and I’d be all, “yes ma’am, what?”. Apparently I’m Manda and the running crew gal was Amanda. How silly of me not to know that. So there was bossing and sitting and Chinese food and whatnot. Then I was sent out to listen to one of the more inane conversations of my life. Well, I was sent out to sit in the audience and watch the show. The eavesdropping was a little bonus.
The pair behind me were reading the program and trying to figure out what pieces their friend was in. The whole company was in everything except one piece which only showcased the choreographer/leader. They didn’t really seem to grasp this until the show was over. Then the woman kept explaining to the man that premiere meant ‘first time, first, premiere, first time, this is the first time they’re doing this, it’s the first, because premiere means first’. Ugh. Seriously, this went on for like a minute or two. So unnecessary. These were college students. Come on. Then they started discussing the Chronicles of Riddick - a movie I have not seen. It was pretty sad film commentary at first, but whatever. Then the woman said there wasn’t enough Judy in it. (And I know her name is Judi but you just KNOW this girl was thinking Judy in her mind, she was!) She thought there would be more Judy from the previews. And the guy went along with it for a minute but finally had to ask who Judy was. She said; “You know, from James Bond?” I wept. And text messaged Turnip all about my pain. And wept some more. Brilliant, beautiful, gifted actress whose career can apparently be summed up with, “You know, from James Bond?” Judi, I am so sorry.
Anyway. The show was okay. I’m not a fan of modern dance. There were moments here and there that I kinda liked, but I did not like the show overall. I found myself thinking about it all too much. In the second piece there was a piece of the set that never got used and that threw me off. And then there was one piece with topless girls. But you couldn’t really tell they were topless. So it wasn’t really much of a statement or costuming choice. And all the dancers kept throwing themselves to the ground. Every now and then there would be a beautifully executed move, but more often there wasn’t. I don’t know. I’m not a dance critic. But Turnip’s lights were lovely. So go Turnip. I’m really glad I got to see it. Now she’s got to bring that one show with the hot boys in it to New York so I can see more of her lighting. And, um, the hot boys.
Then it was strike. And I even got to help a little bit. Not that I think I really saved us any time or anything but it was better than sitting in the green room feeling useless. The dancers were all very nice and kept asking me about New York. And I got to meet some of the folks I’d heard stories about. Heh. But mostly I just wanted to get out of there to begin the drinking. Which we did. Eventually.
Turnip took me to the Cat & Fiddle which is apparently her version of the Stoned Crow. This was my second time there in as many trips to LA. It’s not a bad place. Decent drinks and fries and a large patio area. It was packed when we got there so we grabbed drinks at the bar then wandered back out to get a table on the patio. I hadn’t eaten and wanted dinner. Turnip’s friend GhettoBoy showed up and not long after my friend BeerGuy showed up. Then more people kept coming in. Lots of friends of Turnip’s that I didn’t get to chat with. Ponytail and Goofy did wear Ed’s Shirt though. As well as GhettoBoy. Mostly I ate my veggie burger, drank my vodka tonics and chatted with BeerGuy, GhettoBoy and Turnip. And it was a lovely, lovely night. We finally left at about 2 when they kicked us out. Because LA SUCKS that way. Of course New York might start to suck that way if Bloomberg has anything to say about it. SUCKS!!!! Um, yeah. So… Then Turnip and I headed home to giggle, play with the kitties and eventually get to sleep. We had a big day head of us. Heh. Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee.
Friday, July 23, 2004
Oh. My. God.
Someone found my blog by looking for 'thirty birthday spinster'. I am distraught. DISTRAUGHT!!!!! I am an old hag!!!! I must drink. Now. Soon. Maybe.
Also, someone from freshdirect popped onto my blog while searching for www.freshdirect.com. Do you think they'll ask me to quit linking to them from my dirty, spinstery blog? Oh my god, I'm a dirty old spinster. Ew. I am so gross I can't even talk to me anymore.
Thirty Birthday Spinster. Kill me. Muffy and Rugby will be forced to watch me sob into my cheap beer tonight as well as all the IT folks from work. Because I am Distraught!!!!
Maybe I should just give up on my stats? This can't be healthy for me.
Also, someone from freshdirect popped onto my blog while searching for www.freshdirect.com. Do you think they'll ask me to quit linking to them from my dirty, spinstery blog? Oh my god, I'm a dirty old spinster. Ew. I am so gross I can't even talk to me anymore.
Thirty Birthday Spinster. Kill me. Muffy and Rugby will be forced to watch me sob into my cheap beer tonight as well as all the IT folks from work. Because I am Distraught!!!!
Maybe I should just give up on my stats? This can't be healthy for me.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Actual Advice!!! - The Thank You Note
Okay, someone actually came to my blog from a search for "thank you notes for houseguests". I cannot tell you how happy that makes me. It's even better than someone finding this blog using "happy fuzzy bunny puppies". Because I love the thank you note. I do.
I used to hate the thank you note. It was something my mother made me do every June and December and it made me sad. I would get a day or so of leeway and then I was locked in my room after every birthday and Christmas until the damn notes were done. But eventually I figured out that the thank you note is a glorious thing and everyone should write them. A little bit of advice; if you're asking yourself if you should write one or not, you should do it. In fact, you should probably start asking yourself that question more often than not.
A thank you note lets a gift giver know that their gift arrived. Sometimes things don't make it where they're supposed to make it. It happens. A thank you note puts someone's mind at ease about that. It's also just a really nice thing to do. Someone who gives you a gift to celebrate your birth or their love for you or a milestone should be told just how much you appreciate that. If someone opens their home to you and gives you food and clean towels and warmth and hospitality they deserve a pretty little note that tells them that they rock. It's the nice thing to do.
If someone gives you a gift in person then a verbal thank you at that time usually suffices. But if it's a grandparent they still deserve a note after the fact. Because they're your grandparents and they adore you and they love thank you notes. I'm 30 and I think my thank you notes still get put on the fridge in my grandmothers' homes. Also, if it's someone who lives far away or someone you don't see very often they should probably get a verbal thank you at the time of the good deed/gift and then a mailed thank you later.
Spanky had us all out to her family's 'summer home' one weekend. It was awesome. Her parents put up with us for a weekend and her Mom even treated us to a fish fry. So when my friends and I got back I insisted on writing a thank you note and making them sign it. Her mother was apparently thrilled beyond reason and declared me to have been 'raised right'. I love that story. I had a wonderful time at their house and they were good to us and I'm so happy that me letting her know that made her so happy. You know?
And a late thank you note is better than none at all so don't think you can procrastinate until you don't have to write one anymore. Doesn't work like that. Write the dam note. Now.
Thank you notes are easy too. There's even a bit of a formula to it. Thank the person for the gift or kind act. Talk about what you plan to do with the gift or how nice it is or how much the kind act meant to you. Put in a little about the event that prompted the gift or act. Put in a little bit more about you and what you're up to if you have room and then wish the gift giver/do gooder well. Thank them again. Sign off. See, totally easy. You can do it! As can I. I owe a couple right now. I've inspired myself to finish them all!
I used to hate the thank you note. It was something my mother made me do every June and December and it made me sad. I would get a day or so of leeway and then I was locked in my room after every birthday and Christmas until the damn notes were done. But eventually I figured out that the thank you note is a glorious thing and everyone should write them. A little bit of advice; if you're asking yourself if you should write one or not, you should do it. In fact, you should probably start asking yourself that question more often than not.
A thank you note lets a gift giver know that their gift arrived. Sometimes things don't make it where they're supposed to make it. It happens. A thank you note puts someone's mind at ease about that. It's also just a really nice thing to do. Someone who gives you a gift to celebrate your birth or their love for you or a milestone should be told just how much you appreciate that. If someone opens their home to you and gives you food and clean towels and warmth and hospitality they deserve a pretty little note that tells them that they rock. It's the nice thing to do.
If someone gives you a gift in person then a verbal thank you at that time usually suffices. But if it's a grandparent they still deserve a note after the fact. Because they're your grandparents and they adore you and they love thank you notes. I'm 30 and I think my thank you notes still get put on the fridge in my grandmothers' homes. Also, if it's someone who lives far away or someone you don't see very often they should probably get a verbal thank you at the time of the good deed/gift and then a mailed thank you later.
Spanky had us all out to her family's 'summer home' one weekend. It was awesome. Her parents put up with us for a weekend and her Mom even treated us to a fish fry. So when my friends and I got back I insisted on writing a thank you note and making them sign it. Her mother was apparently thrilled beyond reason and declared me to have been 'raised right'. I love that story. I had a wonderful time at their house and they were good to us and I'm so happy that me letting her know that made her so happy. You know?
And a late thank you note is better than none at all so don't think you can procrastinate until you don't have to write one anymore. Doesn't work like that. Write the dam note. Now.
Thank you notes are easy too. There's even a bit of a formula to it. Thank the person for the gift or kind act. Talk about what you plan to do with the gift or how nice it is or how much the kind act meant to you. Put in a little about the event that prompted the gift or act. Put in a little bit more about you and what you're up to if you have room and then wish the gift giver/do gooder well. Thank them again. Sign off. See, totally easy. You can do it! As can I. I owe a couple right now. I've inspired myself to finish them all!
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
A Visit With Dad
So, after Birthday Week came a day free of stuff. Then Dad arrived. Arrival Day has already been blogged about.
On Day Two, we apparently had a bit of a date night. Without making out. Because he’s my DAD. I came home from work to find the man passed out in my hammock. So cute. Earlier he’d told me he wasn’t really a hammock guy. So when I didn’t see him in the apartment I figured he’d be chillin’ in the swing or off on a walk. Instead he was in the hammock with his RV catalog beside him, his hands clasped on his chest and his cigar clutched in his fingers. Luckily for him, my hammock and my yard the cigar had gone out. I was torn between wanting to wake him up quietly and running back inside to get my camera. The gentle waking won out. Alas. I think I made the wrong choice because the photo would’ve been awesome.
Anyway. We got all pretty and headed off to the Zombie Hut for drinks. Lots of tropical things with dolphins and umbrellas and such in them. And bowls of goldfish that Dad and I kept trying not to inhale, but weren’t so successful. Dad and I tend to graze on whatever is in front of us. Not good. But it’s who we are. Cows who graze. It was a nice little happy hour. We had a table right by the window and drank and grazed and chatted and people watched. Pretty awesome. Then it was off to The Grocery for a nice dinner. It’s a very zen like kinda feel. Minimalist decoration and all. I was facing the restaurant so I at least got to see patrons and staff. I hadn’t realized it until the end but Dad was facing me and a wall and wasn’t quite getting the same visual stimulation. But the food was good and the wine was good and we had a nice time.
Day Three was a little more mellow. Just some hanging around the apartment puttering and eating take-out from Buddy’s Burritos. Which was nice. I like that my folks come to visit and we can just hang and don’t have to spend every moment trying to do some exciting activity.
Then on Friday he headed back home and I headed to work and then LA. Woo.
On Day Two, we apparently had a bit of a date night. Without making out. Because he’s my DAD. I came home from work to find the man passed out in my hammock. So cute. Earlier he’d told me he wasn’t really a hammock guy. So when I didn’t see him in the apartment I figured he’d be chillin’ in the swing or off on a walk. Instead he was in the hammock with his RV catalog beside him, his hands clasped on his chest and his cigar clutched in his fingers. Luckily for him, my hammock and my yard the cigar had gone out. I was torn between wanting to wake him up quietly and running back inside to get my camera. The gentle waking won out. Alas. I think I made the wrong choice because the photo would’ve been awesome.
Anyway. We got all pretty and headed off to the Zombie Hut for drinks. Lots of tropical things with dolphins and umbrellas and such in them. And bowls of goldfish that Dad and I kept trying not to inhale, but weren’t so successful. Dad and I tend to graze on whatever is in front of us. Not good. But it’s who we are. Cows who graze. It was a nice little happy hour. We had a table right by the window and drank and grazed and chatted and people watched. Pretty awesome. Then it was off to The Grocery for a nice dinner. It’s a very zen like kinda feel. Minimalist decoration and all. I was facing the restaurant so I at least got to see patrons and staff. I hadn’t realized it until the end but Dad was facing me and a wall and wasn’t quite getting the same visual stimulation. But the food was good and the wine was good and we had a nice time.
Day Three was a little more mellow. Just some hanging around the apartment puttering and eating take-out from Buddy’s Burritos. Which was nice. I like that my folks come to visit and we can just hang and don’t have to spend every moment trying to do some exciting activity.
Then on Friday he headed back home and I headed to work and then LA. Woo.
Hoku
Pumpkin had to put her dog to sleep last night. She sent an email this morning. I was on the phone with her last night, blathering on about Tangerine's wedding and she had to go quickly because he was crying. And I kinda worried then. But I was still hopeful that it was just one of his bad days and he'd be fine.
She found out that he was sick earlier last month. But he managed to hang in there and have a pretty good doggie time until recently. So I think she was able to say goodbye, spend some good time with him and sort of make peace with him dying. I hope. I know I was really happy when I was there earlier this month and he was still seeming mostly like his Hoku self. He's such an awesome dog. And I got a little sad saying goodbye to him on the way to the train station. I only saw him on visits to Pumpkin but he was excellent and I did love him. And I can’t picture her house without him.
I remember when Pumpkin first got him and I’d go visit her at Cornell. She very graciously let me sleep on her bed while she and her boyfriend sacked out on the floor. And then Hoku climbed up on the bed and flopped down on me and it started to become clear why I got the bed. Then he threw up on me and it was even more clear. Heh.
He was a much bigger dog than I was used to hanging with. My family always had smaller dogs that were excitable but couldn’t really do much about it. So I sometimes wondered if Hoku wasn’t going to just knock me over at some point. On one visit to Pumpkin it was my guestly job to walk him while she was in class. A first I thought he was going to yank my arm out of my socket pulling on the leash (because I’m a wimp) or maybe even pull me off my feet and drag me along behind him (I was smaller and lighter then). Then I let him go run and play in one of the pretty water areas there and was convinced I would lose him. I had visions of him running far and wide, getting away from me and looking for his beloved Pumpkin and in doing so, would be lost forever. Thankfully, this did not happen. He never really left my line of sight, tired himself out, came back and we trotted on back to her apartment.
He was always so friendly. Right at the door when we’d get to her place. Demanding love and attention and ball throwing all the time. Allowing me to rub his belly whenever I wanted, out of the kindness of his heart. I got used to the big friendly dog love and kinda liked it. And he was such a beautiful dog. I used to tell him how pretty he was until Pumpkin made me stop. Said he was a boy and not pretty. So I had to start telling him what a handsome thing he was.
I just wish he hadn’t gotten sick and that Pumpkin could’ve had him around for a while longer. It happens. You tend to outlive your pets. But it sucks so much. Even if you know it’s going to happen. I’ve lost pets and it’s just so horrible.
I’ve never had to actually make the call though. Never had to make the decision to put an animal to sleep. With Sally, our first dog, she was sick and one day I came home from school and Mom and Dad had already put her to sleep and buried her. It was a shock and I was very, very sad. But I had no responsibility in it. I trusted that my parents made the right call and was a little sad I couldn’t say goodbye, but figured they knew what they were doing. With Pussywillow, she started acting sick right before Christmas. And she held on through the holidays. Then, when I was at school, Mom and Dad took her to the vet. The vet said that she was too sick and nothing could be done and the best thing to do was to put her to sleep. So they brought her home so I could say goodbye before taking her down to the vet. But the trip to the vet must have been too much for her. Because she died while Mom and Dad were getting me. And then with our dog Freckles, I was in New York and she was basically Mom and Dad’s dog then and not mine. And they made the decision to put her to sleep once it seemed like life was more bad than good for her. So again, I lost the pets, but didn’t really have to take responsibility for them. And I’m afraid to do that. I love my girls and get so sad when I look at Nani and realize that she’s an older cat now. She’s healthy and happy and all, but I just dread the day when she’s not.
But today she’s fine and Hoku is not and Pumpkin probably isn’t totally either. And I wish I could do something. I have found new love for my suitcase and would love to go see her this weekend, but she probably has to work or wants to be alone or something. I don’t know. -- Let me know, babe. I’m thinking of you. As is my Mom I suspect. Well, she will be as soon as she gets up. As are a lot of people.
She found out that he was sick earlier last month. But he managed to hang in there and have a pretty good doggie time until recently. So I think she was able to say goodbye, spend some good time with him and sort of make peace with him dying. I hope. I know I was really happy when I was there earlier this month and he was still seeming mostly like his Hoku self. He's such an awesome dog. And I got a little sad saying goodbye to him on the way to the train station. I only saw him on visits to Pumpkin but he was excellent and I did love him. And I can’t picture her house without him.
I remember when Pumpkin first got him and I’d go visit her at Cornell. She very graciously let me sleep on her bed while she and her boyfriend sacked out on the floor. And then Hoku climbed up on the bed and flopped down on me and it started to become clear why I got the bed. Then he threw up on me and it was even more clear. Heh.
He was a much bigger dog than I was used to hanging with. My family always had smaller dogs that were excitable but couldn’t really do much about it. So I sometimes wondered if Hoku wasn’t going to just knock me over at some point. On one visit to Pumpkin it was my guestly job to walk him while she was in class. A first I thought he was going to yank my arm out of my socket pulling on the leash (because I’m a wimp) or maybe even pull me off my feet and drag me along behind him (I was smaller and lighter then). Then I let him go run and play in one of the pretty water areas there and was convinced I would lose him. I had visions of him running far and wide, getting away from me and looking for his beloved Pumpkin and in doing so, would be lost forever. Thankfully, this did not happen. He never really left my line of sight, tired himself out, came back and we trotted on back to her apartment.
He was always so friendly. Right at the door when we’d get to her place. Demanding love and attention and ball throwing all the time. Allowing me to rub his belly whenever I wanted, out of the kindness of his heart. I got used to the big friendly dog love and kinda liked it. And he was such a beautiful dog. I used to tell him how pretty he was until Pumpkin made me stop. Said he was a boy and not pretty. So I had to start telling him what a handsome thing he was.
I just wish he hadn’t gotten sick and that Pumpkin could’ve had him around for a while longer. It happens. You tend to outlive your pets. But it sucks so much. Even if you know it’s going to happen. I’ve lost pets and it’s just so horrible.
I’ve never had to actually make the call though. Never had to make the decision to put an animal to sleep. With Sally, our first dog, she was sick and one day I came home from school and Mom and Dad had already put her to sleep and buried her. It was a shock and I was very, very sad. But I had no responsibility in it. I trusted that my parents made the right call and was a little sad I couldn’t say goodbye, but figured they knew what they were doing. With Pussywillow, she started acting sick right before Christmas. And she held on through the holidays. Then, when I was at school, Mom and Dad took her to the vet. The vet said that she was too sick and nothing could be done and the best thing to do was to put her to sleep. So they brought her home so I could say goodbye before taking her down to the vet. But the trip to the vet must have been too much for her. Because she died while Mom and Dad were getting me. And then with our dog Freckles, I was in New York and she was basically Mom and Dad’s dog then and not mine. And they made the decision to put her to sleep once it seemed like life was more bad than good for her. So again, I lost the pets, but didn’t really have to take responsibility for them. And I’m afraid to do that. I love my girls and get so sad when I look at Nani and realize that she’s an older cat now. She’s healthy and happy and all, but I just dread the day when she’s not.
But today she’s fine and Hoku is not and Pumpkin probably isn’t totally either. And I wish I could do something. I have found new love for my suitcase and would love to go see her this weekend, but she probably has to work or wants to be alone or something. I don’t know. -- Let me know, babe. I’m thinking of you. As is my Mom I suspect. Well, she will be as soon as she gets up. As are a lot of people.
Monday, July 19, 2004
I'm HOME!!!!
I was so excited in the car going home last night. I just kept looking at Jersey and then New York grinning and all happy to be home, back in New York, back in Brooklyn. It felt kinda peaceful to be back here, despite the nonsense people spout about how crazy and intense New York is. I felt kinda calm being back home.
I have had a wonderful time traveling all over and seeing my high school friends and all of that. It's all been big fun. My sheer joy at being back at New York is not a reflection on the time spent away. Just so you know. But I am so happy to be back right now.
Tonight I plan to unpack and then hide my suitcase in the basement. I've become irrationally angry with it and kinda want to cry whenever I have to pack it or lift it. I feel my suitcase and I need a little space, some time apart from each other. And since I pay the rent, the suitcase can go in the basement and I'll be staying in the apartment. I'm also going to clean the catbox and change my sheets. And when it stops raining I'm going to mow the lawn and put the hammock back in its spot. And make my apartment all pretty and habitable so I can run around in it and love it enough to be able to handle my next trip in September. Yay. Woo Woo.
Unless Muffy & Steph and I actually follow through on the rumblings we've had about going camping. But maybe I won't have to pack a suitcase if we do that in August. Maybe just a bag. Hmmmm...
Also, I need to catch up on photos and my blogs. Ugh. I brought my laptop with me this weekend to work on the travel entries and just didn't have a moment to myself the whole time. So, gotta do that this week whenever I have a moment. Soon I hope. At least Birthday Week is done. Well, the blogs, not the photo situation.
I am not thrilled to be back in the office, though. Just so you know.
I have had a wonderful time traveling all over and seeing my high school friends and all of that. It's all been big fun. My sheer joy at being back at New York is not a reflection on the time spent away. Just so you know. But I am so happy to be back right now.
Tonight I plan to unpack and then hide my suitcase in the basement. I've become irrationally angry with it and kinda want to cry whenever I have to pack it or lift it. I feel my suitcase and I need a little space, some time apart from each other. And since I pay the rent, the suitcase can go in the basement and I'll be staying in the apartment. I'm also going to clean the catbox and change my sheets. And when it stops raining I'm going to mow the lawn and put the hammock back in its spot. And make my apartment all pretty and habitable so I can run around in it and love it enough to be able to handle my next trip in September. Yay. Woo Woo.
Unless Muffy & Steph and I actually follow through on the rumblings we've had about going camping. But maybe I won't have to pack a suitcase if we do that in August. Maybe just a bag. Hmmmm...
Also, I need to catch up on photos and my blogs. Ugh. I brought my laptop with me this weekend to work on the travel entries and just didn't have a moment to myself the whole time. So, gotta do that this week whenever I have a moment. Soon I hope. At least Birthday Week is done. Well, the blogs, not the photo situation.
I am not thrilled to be back in the office, though. Just so you know.
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