October 2005 Archives
Went out in the rain last night for Moroccan food with good friend Matt K. and his new-ish girlfriend Trish, whom we'd not yet met and with whom I felt at ease immediately (I didn't even have to pull out the nervous prattle, one of the more dubious tools in my arsenal). Highlights included free Moroccan mint tea, Matt's placemat map of the Biggie/Tupac Feud, and Tales from the Classroom from our two attendant NY Teaching Fellows. Good times.
I had a dream last night in which I was trying to secure a ladder on the side of a house-like structure on the edge of a ravine. Suddenly I felt the ladder I was holding onto begin to give, then I and it started to fall into the ravine. I was able to wake myself up during the falling period as I was imagining the excruciating pain I would feel when I landed on the huge pile of rubble below. I guess the fact that I'm starting to feel stressed about moving is probably a good thing. It occurred to me this morning that we have nobody's help absolutely locked in (despite a couple of very kind offers). I think H.J.'s gonna work on that today. I despise asking anyone for help with anything, which I know is a problem. I found a bunch of presumably beefy dudes advertising on Craiglist to help with moving, so I guess that's Plan B.
I must admit that despite the bleakness and inconvenience of this constant rain, hearing it from under the covers is kinda nice. While it makes getting up to go to the gym nearly impossible, it sure enhances the snugglage factor.
And on that note, I will leave you for now.
I suppose since I haven't made it in New York, whether I can make it elsewhere is indeterminate. (Just kidding, just kidding. There will be time enough for defending our new borough's honor.)
I am a bad blogger. I know it, and you (and this a rhetorical "you," naturally) know it.
In other news, you know you've really arrived when the mail carrier comments on your weight loss. "What do you eat now? Just vegetables?"
By the way, anybody got a good bike to sell me?
If I can manage not to slit my wrists (where is the fucking SUN?), I will mark today down as a good day.
One of my college Contemporary British Lit class crushes Kevin Fanning is posting again after a hiatus, which means you have some catching up to do.
(I laughed out loud that he mixed up Coldwater Creek and Coldstone Creamery. So disappointing. But I hate to break it to you, Kevin, Coldstone Creamery ain't so great, either. Their "mixins" are obviously delicious, but the ice cream tastes like a laboratory).
Make a dental appointment/go to the doctor
Watch The Godfather, Parts I-III (long overdue)
Dance more often; maybe take a class
Practice my French
Get a passport
Cut down on sugar
Write thank-you letters to older people who've influenced me
Send a gift to college roommate who had a baby
Decide whether or not to have a kid
Stop reading blogs that make me feel empty inside (Lindsay Lohan's nipple? Anorexic show-biz-freak barely post-pubescent twins? You don't say!)
Look for a new job (figure out what I really want to do for a living)
Start liking mushrooms
Learn to drink whiskey straight
Find outlet for singing/Learn to play guitar/Learn to whistle
Go to Shakespeare in the Park; read more Shakespeare
Clean apartment thoroughly
Make some real, lasting NY friends/cultivate current friendships
Learn to draw
Defrag hard drive
Practice thumb wrestling
Banish regret
The other day when H.J. and I got off the subway in million-hipster-deep Williamsburg after having spent most of our recent free time viewing apartments in Queens, I remarked that, "For better and for worse, Queens is irony-free."
It is without irony, then, that I simply report that we are most likely moving to a kickass apartment in Long Island City. And no, not the cool part of Long Island City. Invitations to housewarming party pending approval of our application.
