the things that go on in my mindscape...

one of my good friend and coworkers likes to torture me via new music. and it becomes torture because once i discover something new that i love, i listen to it over and over and over AND OVER again until i then hate the thing.

but this song... i mean i LOVE it: you'll have to click here to listen since it won't let me embed

i've had a weird cough/cold for the last two weeks... someone brought it to work and of course my lungs just grabbed hold of it and haven't let go. i hate waking up at 3 in morning due to a coughing fit. i mean really, it's just dumbski.

sent out a few emails today, reminded a few people that they SAID that they wanted to shoot, and am being proactive about finding some photography jobs. it's been a weird summer thus far in regards to my creativiy... aka it's been nonexistent... and at least now, i feel myself pulling out of that a little bit.

the new apartment is really coming along, i've got my faux wall o cubes up and it's beyond brilliant. if i could somehow find my way into ownership of some ceiling fans and window a/c units i'd be all good in the hood. money is dumb, just in case you were wondering.

i've also been cooking up a storm. if i had my druthers, i'd cook a meal for the household every night. does that mean that i'm ready for full domestification? who knows... but i'm practicing. :)

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!

let's talk about my weekend...

no seriously... lets.

i actually don't have anything particularly amazing to tell you. i saw the SATC movie on Friday night (and really they should've just made an entire new season and not squished all that action into one speedy movie) and then managed to stay up and watched seasons one AND two of grey's anatomy.

that's right... i didn't sleep on friday night. and i was up until midnight on saturday trying to get to the end (which still didn't happen, i had to watch the last few episodes last night). i jumped into the show during the beginning of season three, so i had no backstory. a friend wanted me to have backstory. so i watched... and watched... and watched.

it's a rather cathartic experience, truth be told. i turned off my phone and spent thirty hours BAWLING. once an hour. because that's what those writers DO.. they aspire to make you cry.

so now i'm all cried out, feeling emotionally great today, well rested (i spent yesterday in the sunshine), and oddly thoughtful.

the making of something good...

i happen to like those salad stations where you just stand there and spout off the ingredients that you want while some rubber gloved dude flings contents into a bowl for you. here is my can't go wrong combo of awesome:

lettuce (preferably of the romaine variety)
cheddar cheese
one egg
tomatoes
cucumber
avocado
diced chicken
green peas
one scoop of ranch (if you just say ranch they throw in three scoops and it's terrible).
mix... and eat.

i know that everyone in new york is complaining about the nonstop weird rain weather we've been having (a la seattle), but frankly i love it. a lovely breeze just seems to constantly permeate. and i'm a fan of a nice breeze.

my roommate's cat has taken to my bedroom. i came home last night to find her in my closet, cuddled up with my shoe boxes. maybe she just loves shoes as much as i do. and since my roommate was out of the house last night, the cat slept on my bed. i can't even tell you how happy this makes me. i've missed having cats in the house.

swell season/interference

i love those days where a friend calls/IMs/texts to invite you to a show that evening... especially when it's to see someone you LOVE. in this case, it was my friend M, and she was taking me to see the Swell Season. you would only be familiar with them if you'd seen the movie ONCE, or were a fan of The Frames, or Glen Hansard himself. aka if you weren't completely dead to all things awesome.

Glen has such an unbelievable voice and stage presence, and i've seen him about seven times on stage. usually at smaller venues, pubs and bars... all over the place. well last night they sold out Radio City Music Hall. and although i missed the intimacy of being smashed between a bunch of beer toting sweaty dudes swaying to the music, i was really happy for their/his success.

and friends... he ROCKED it. as usual. and i still love everything about him... his humility, his charm, his talent, his range. guhhhh.

and they had a completely wonderful opening band (that are apparently HUGE in ireland) called Interference... this appears to be their website and they were bloody brilliant. the lead singer, fergus, is in a wheelchair and the rest of the band sits on the floor or in chairs to play with him... it was beyond moving, and the man's voice is beyond soulful.

i'll let you enjoy.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!!"

we all know of my love for the word "awesome"... i love it even more when it's screamed at me by someone else.

my weekend included WAAAAAAY too much alcohol... rugby match watching (love. this. sport.)... laughing, sunburning, and all around awesomeness. i love those nights that warrant returned phone calls the next day by friends in CALIFORNIA b/c i decide in my drunken delirium to call my guy friends that live nowhere near me. btw, if you're going to try to booty call someone when drunk, try picking someone that lives within... saaaaay... an hour or so from you. not the other coast. i am clearly awesome.

apparently i was throwing out lines like "what time are you off? should i just give you an address?" to the bartender... yelling at dumb guys that who were being rude to my girlfriends, and buying shots for EVERYONE. and by "buying shots" i mean, not spending a penny while at the bar. so who knows who bought them... but it wasn't me.

which brings me to the purpose of this post. imagine, if you will, the next morning... when my evening's bed mate had asked very sweetly to borrow my toothbrush (something that i would normally say absolutely NOT to, but let it slide this time), and then limped into the bathroom (a rugby injury not so much MY fault). a few minutes later i hear the sonicare start buzzing... he's brushing, he's brushing.. and then i hear "THAT WAS AWESOME!!". gotta love a good sonicare clean, man.

of course i would have preferred to hear that after any sort of good business, but this just makes for a better story. he was like a three year old with a new toy.

awesome: sonicare.
not awesome: a full day hangover.

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also... nina is the name of my drunk alter ego. and she, as a thirty-year old single woman, enjoys the naked. it's true, she just does. and sometimes, she wins the argument over moral judgement and appropriate behavior. here is how she managed to finagle this evening:

him at around 8pm (after the game which started at 1 which is when i started drinking): i'd like to buy you dinner.
nina: okay!
him: let's leave now, i'll buy you some dinner.
nina: okay! (we leave)
him: what should we eat?
nina: i have an idea... (dials diner near her apartment and orders a burger for pick-up, walks him onto the subway, and heads towards queens).
him (as nina is trying to eat said burger): that can wait.

aaaaaand then it's 5am and nina still hasn't had anything to eat. the poor dear.

awesome/not awesome...

welcome to the next installment of awesome/not awesome...

awesome: being completely moved into a new clean apartment.
not awesome: having to go back today and clean the old apartment.
awesome: sore muscles from all the heavy lifting.
not awesome: having pretty much every one of your friends flake on helping you carry boxes, due to mostly drunkenness, dates with boys, and avoidance.
awesome: sumitting a decent sized invoice for a photography gig.
not awesome: broker fees... why do we REALLY need them?
awesome: extended spring seasons.
not awesome: leaving the house without an umbrella.
awesome: receiving flowers at work from a girlfriend.. simply because you're having a bad day.
not awesome: being far away from those friends that you want to give a hug to.
awesome: any form of cheese, really. and morning coffee and cheerios. and YOU, dear reader(s).

happy friday. your turn... A/NA