Two days away. People are arriving.
I'm trying to decide how much time today I can reasonably spend hiding.
Two days away. People are arriving.
I now have two t-shirts with pictures of myself on the front. In one of them I look like a crack whore. Drinks were had, cross-dressers were danced with. Boas and tiaras were worn, not necessarily by me.
I've had the kind of day where I only feel like eating pizza now that it's mostly done. This is actually an improvement over yesterday, when I had the kind of day that could only be finished with a super-grande margarita and cheap Mexican food, and not in a good way.
Last night we went with Anna and Sushmita to try Saito's for the first time -- very good sushi even if we got stuck at a table rather than the sushi bar and the wait was substantial. And even if my last sushi taste sensation for the evening was natto, which I found truly vile. I am happy that Anna has taken to scallop and unagi with the same gusto that I exhibit.
What a week. Work plus pre-wedding plus some other adventures = serious energy input and output. Things are moving faster than I can track. It's heady, exhilarating, intense, manic. Everything I'm experiencing these days feels like more.
Last night I finished rereading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in anticipation of the release of the sixth book next month. It was more satisfying than I remember it being, maybe because the first time I read it I flew through it in a feverish 24 hours in a frenzy trying to figure out which character was going to die. Having finished that, I've now moved on to Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, which I can already tell I'm going to like and not like. Personal essays that revere and inflate the significance of both author and pop culture are most satsifying when you're the author whose significance is being inflated, and yet even when you're not, the fact remains: who isn't interested in discovering the meaning of life as seen through the prism of the prom episode of Saved by the Bell? Reading this book reminds me of Jay, who recommended it, and of Heather, who might as well have.
Is anyone else watching The Comeback? Lisa Kudrow is a much better actor than I'd ever given her credit for being. This show is so awkward it's painful, and like a grotesque car accident, there's just no looking away. She's superb.
Yesterday I woke up seriously grumpy. This past week there has been a lot of activity: lots of work and my trial hair and makeup appointment for the wedding (hated the hair, loved the makeup) and a couple of movies (so-so on Crash, enjoyed Mr. and Mrs. Smith) and more wedding stuff. I knew that last night we had plans for Vilde's graduation party and dinner at Katherine's so I was figuring that other than going running I'd spend yesterday loafing around on the sofa and reading. Chris went off to a Japanese book sale with Carlton in the morning and I got a slow start, figuring I'd head off for a longish run at some point but in no real hurry to get the day going.
By all reports:
Chad's birthday dinner and Jess's graduation party were on Friday night and last night we had some people over for dinner. I've been reflecting lately that -- New Mexicans aside -- for most social gatherings that we attend, we're either the oldest or the youngest in the room. We're almost never in the middle. I've also been thinking about the ways in which my preferences for social gatherings are changing. By and large I'm more interested in smaller and quieter these days.
In light of Beauty and the Geek, I've been considering how I'd be depicted on a reality TV show. I think my only hope would be to have someone more even type A and neurotic than I am also on the show. Somehow flying under the radar doesn't seem like a viable strategy for me.
Screw Fox, it's the WB to the rescue this time around!