August 2005 Archives
After finally going to see the Gotham Girls Roller Derby after months of hemming and hawing about it, I called my mom to break the news: I wanna be a Derby girl.
Her rejoinder: "How will you ever find the time, given your busy boxing schedule?"
Sigh. Am I so capricious?
Seriously... I used to be a kick-ass rollerskater, and the uniforms are so fuckin' adorable. But, as my friend Em reminded me -- am I ready to body-check another human being? Maybe... if she's cute enough?
(It's catnip, I swear. And he ended up eating the whole thing!)
(He's actually pretending to be Spider-Man, with webs shooting from his fingers, but it's funnier to imagine him rocking out in his carseat.)
It's nearly time to start searching for a new apartment. I usually hate moving, but since I'm not so fond of our current place (lack of light, sporadic vermin -- was that just a millipede running into my shoe?, walls-are-closing-in tininess... that about covers it), I'm actually excited this time. Plus, since we actually haven't started looking, my spirits haven't yet been stomped upon by cruel, cruel real estate reality. I'm still full of possibility, eyes brimming with hope. Light streaming across hardwood floors! High ceilings! A mouse and "pede"-free zone! Room for a nightstand! Office space! Around $2K?
If anyone still comes back to this sad little bloggy, please let me know if you hear of anything. We're rather unpicky about neighborhoods (in Manhattan, at least). Queens or Brookyn would be OK if there were a gym nearby and subway access would make Midtown a relatively quick commute.
T (to A): You've sure got a fine body on you. Is that your boyfriend?
A: He's my husband.
T: I'm gay.
