Employ Me, So I Stop Boring You

Dede and Adam were in town this weekend which was lovely. We had dinner and then met up with Ally for a drink. The roadtrippers had to go to bed early, so after giving them a rundown on the household appliances, Ally and I returned to seize another Saturday night in my village. We had a good time at Happy (Asshole) Village and the Inner Town Pub, talking about writing, bed size, and the merits of the film Elf. I also ran into my Skidmore friends Simone and Jack, which was a delightful surprise.

On Sunday, I went to the German American Festival to celebrate a quarter of my heritage. Well, I at least had the intention of going. It didn't look so German. Just looked like those tents we had at Skidmore where only upperclassmen can hang during springtime concerts and Fun Day. Outdoor drinking has its time and place, but it wasn't Lincoln Square, alone in a sea of bros on a Sunday afternoon. Instead I bought shoes and went to Trader Joe's.

I had dinner at Maggie's because she wanted me to meet her roommates, see her pad, and Simone came, too. We had a good dinner, but had to move outside shortly after because the 5 cats started getting to my allergies. When we came back inside there was a man over delivering "tomatoes for the sauce." That's what he told Maggie's roommate to say when she makes the call. Maggie was opening her NetFlix with great excitement when the man said "Whoa, NetFlix is for real? I thought that was some mythical creature like a unicorn. I see ads, but didn't know it really existed. So you just get movies in the mail?" We explained the queue and all that. "And they give you an envelope and everything?? It's self-addressed??" This was incredibly entertaining. That's my blurb overhead of this post, I suppose, though it's sort of a cop out as I was part of the conversation.

I left on that note, so I would have something to laugh about between my sneezes on the walk home, and returned to the abode to watch some Simpson's with Lauren and read more of Kitchen Confidential. I am loving this book. Anthony Bourdain is a total asshole, total stone fox. Reading this is making me miss this summer in Saratoga and the crazy restaurant scene... A little.

I'm at the library right now, in the children's section because there were more free tables. There are no kids here; it's kind of weird. I just ate a monster cookie that Lauren made last night and insisted I bring as a library snack (that's a cookie with oatmeal, PB, M&Ms, chocolate chips). I guess I can play the part of the 5-year old.

Oh hey, a kid just sat down across from me and smiled. He has a cool car folder and a McGraw Hill Social Studies book. Maybe I should go upstairs now.

Countdowns

I have so many countdowns going on right now.

2 more days of work in this office.
4 more days in my darling little apartment.
12 days til Chicago trip.
2 more months in Saratoga.

It's all very exciting, but I am ready to do something, be somewhere with no expiration date. Ok, go ahead and tell me life is full of expiration dates, but you know what I mean... I would like to go into something not knowing when I am coming out of it.

What's it gonna feel like when all of these approaching countdowns hit zero? Late last week, my countdown of Gossip Girl episodes I had left to watch hit zero and I was quite sad. If Gossip Girl episodes count for real life experiences, which they most certainly do, these are gonna be some interesting months.

Ugh. What has this become? Livejournal c. 2002? I'm sorry, nonexistent readers.