back to business...

back in town after spending the last few days in rochester with the wonderful tammy swales (www.tammyswales.com). it was a really amazing trip for me in terms of getting to watch someone run a successful photo business... reminded me that it's ok to let the dorkiness hang out. the right clients will still find you.

signed the lease on the new apartment in greenpoint... aka "the closet". it'll be nice to get my shit out of storage, have access to my entire wardrobe all at once. sleep in my own space.

going to see the new HP with o.b.e. tonight... midnight screening. pretty sure that i'll be giggling and clapping with glee the entire time. i think i embarrass him. :)

very excited about heading back to seattle next week... an excessive number of photo shoots have been scheduled, and i'll have a good enough number of days to get to see friends this time. hugs will be served on ice.

i love the sunshine... it does good things for the soul.

*shimmie*

i do not LOL... i do not ROFL... i *snot dairy* or *high kick* or *shimmie*... shimmie being my most used "hey that makes me so excited i just gave you a little shimmie emoticon that doesn't exist".

anyway... i got home from work on friday (summer fridays, so i was home by 1pm) and started preparing for the weekend's festivities... aka my housewarming party on sunday and all the chopping and shopping that goes along with making white peach sangria. somehow i managed to also take new pictures of arija... but anyways... as i'm taking out a few bags of garbage and what not, i realize that i've let the door to the apartment close and that i'm without keys to get back in. it was about 1:30... arija would be over shortly... and there i was standing in the hallway with two bags of garbage, a box full of broken glass, and an old tv set. super.

i decide to try and climb out of the hallway window (which was filthy) and spiderwoman climb onto our front balcony. the balcony door was OBVIously locked.. and then i realized that the window a/c unit was sitting in a partially open window. so i clambered up onto the ledge... moved the a/c unit... shimmied through the window back into our apartment and put everything back into place. my black shorts were covered in dust/dirt and my hands left dirty prints on the wall... but i was rather impressed with my own ingenuity and shimmie-ing skills.

woot.

let's get drunk and... tumble on the granite floor.

my roommate is an ex-ballerina and i'm an ex-gymnast slash hip hop dancer slash jazz dancer.. whatever. our new apartment is wall to wall granite flooring.

last night i came home a weence tipsy from a magazine networking happy hour event (read free white wine) in the UES. in our underwear, we discussed the nature of our self perception and wants from relationships with men. talked about our days, and what we were going to do over the weekend... we laughed. and then as we sat in the living room (on a blanket because the new sofa doesn't get delivered til next friday) (oh yeah i bought a sofa yesterday, woot), the subject somehow came up about pointe shoes. so she got hers out... two pair. and i tried to stuff my giant size 9s into her dainty little shoes (they didn't fit, but no matter). i tried going up on toe, and just couldn't figure out 1) why it KILLED and 2) why my feet weren't bending the right way.

and then it occurred to me... i have screws in my foot. i don't know why i constantly forget that i had that surgery and that i'm never going to be able to move the same. regardless, there i was holding onto the wall up on my toes. and that's what pointe is... there's no padding in those things. you are balancing on the very tippy top of your toes. and it effing HURTS.

so then we were done w/ the ballerina portion, and we were stretching... and i busted out some splits (don't ask me how i can still do them), and then started talking about tumbling... and so i decided that i'd show her some stuff via the hallway and the living room (sans sofa). 11pm slightly tipsy tumbling on granite floors... NOT a great idea. just in case you were thinking about trying that some time soon. my right wrist is not happy this morning.

but hey... at least i can still retain a little bit of my youthful awesomeness. i mean... at least there's THAT!