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!

new years resolutions... in advance

arranged a little happy hour action with some girlfriends after work yesterday. we met at bar veloce in chelsea, and sat at the bar. i was determined to unwind from a slightly wretched couple of days at work, and enjoy some delicious fromage e vino. that was several differents languages, but who cares.

i had three glasses of wine. normally, three glasses of wine wouldn't really phase me, but there were/are extenuating circumstances: 1) i drink less than i used to, 2) i hadn't really eaten a whole lot yesterday and 3) i didn't LIKE any of the wine that i was drinking/had been recommended, so i kept ordering more determined to enjoy at least one entire glass. not so much.

i am in a massive pinot noir phase... and have been for a few years. i'll obviously drink other wines, and have been exploring my tolerance of white wines (tolerance OF, meaning enjoyment of, not consumption thank you)... but i'm mostly a pinot drinker. anyway, i kept telling the bartender that i wanted something in the pinot noir range that wasn't oaky or smoky, with not toooo long a finish, and general berry overtones. either their wine list just isn't that awesome, or dude didn't know what he was talking about. he did have lovely eyeglasses though. so he's got that going for him which is nice. regardless, i was beyond tipsy by the time i got home. whoops.

i've decided that i'm going to do a massive alcohol detox after the new year. my body is just ready for it. even the one off glasses of wine aren't necessary... my heart doesn't need it. i can stand to drop a few more pounds anyway, and the ole bod needs all the help it can get. this is about 75% what i've been gearing up to do anyway, but i've just start dating a man who is in the middle of a six month detox, and am now 25% additionally encouraged by the general feedback that he's been giving about the process. so that'll be a good new year's resolution i think.

i'll be in seattle for an 'alter ego' themed new years party, and will officially bring out NINA one more time... and then put her immediately to rest. now i must brainstorm good nina outfits. i love dress up. just saying.