Wednesday, March 01, 2006

The New Loft!

Eliza and Max, you guys are going to an awesome concert tonight and I'm a little jealous. Therefore, I will try and one-up you. Guess who's playing here in Norfolk soon?!? John Prine. And I will go and see him. So there.

Ok, so can we have a little discussion now about American Idol? If you are not watching it three nights a week like I am (or at least on Tuesday and Wednesday). YOU ARE MISSING OUT. I swear, I know you all are busy, etcetera etcetera. But you MUST make time for it. It's amazing. Many of the female vocalists are leaving a lot to be desired, but the men. The friggin men are amazing! There's this one, Ace Young. Max, Mo, Eliza, Rennie, even you guys would have sex with him. Seriously, he's amazing. And the singing is amazing. I just know you guys are not watching, and you must. That's all I'm going to say about it.

So, I haven't even shown you all pictures of the loft. Do you wanna see? Here it is! Now, please ignore the wicker furniture in the living room. I swear it's only temporary.

Here is our front door,

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It's hard to get the whole space in one shot, but here is a view from one end,

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All the exposed brick!

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This is the kitchen,

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And the bathroom,

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And my first very own laundry room,

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And the bedroom area,

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And Jason's office area

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And finally, Jason's records, of course.

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We are totally loving it, even though it still doesn't feel like we live here. I'm very anxious for some real furniture. We're getting a sofa this weekend, and I'm psyched. Who knew that I'd ever be this excited about buying a piece of living room furniture. Also, we need so dining room chairs and a million bookshelves.

Tell me what you think!

Friday, February 24, 2006

The Internet, It Works

It's 6:54am and the internet is finally working in our new apartment! I could not be more excited. I have been internet deprived for almost a week. I've been experiencing physical withdrawals. Although they may have been due to the fact that I HAVEN'T SMOKED IN 11 DAYS! Jason and I quit the day after we got back from New York. Ok, off to work, but I could not be more excited about reuniting with the information super highway.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

I'm Back, Damnit

Ok, for the love of God, let the silent treatment end! I have no excuse for not posting for the past twenty months except that I didn't feel like it. But I feel like it again! Sound the alarms!

I would like to begin by stating how much I love my babies. Eliza, Max, Mo, Sally. The four of you friggin rock my world like no other humans do. I absolutely adored spending time with you this past weekend. And I friggin loved getting drunk with you on Friday night. Sally, I wish you were that for that event, it was a riot.

For the past two weeks or so, I have been getting these massive sinus headaches behind my eyes. By the end of every day, I feel completely out of control, and the wanderer is on an extended vacation. I feel crazed! I'm sick of it! And the worst part is, for once in my life I actually have insurance, and I have not gotten myself a doctor to go to! Retarded.

Jason and I are moving into our new loft this weekend, and I could not be more excited about it. There will be a friggin dishwater, and I can be as messy or as bad as I want and it will be FINE. Yes! The bad part is, when we left Brooklyn, we somehow thought that we would never need our furniture again, so we left it all on the sidewalk in front of our old apartment, and now we have not really any furniture at all. We have a big puffy chair. That's it.

Jason and I are leaving to go have the most delicious chinese food in the world. We're meeting Thayer and his little guys. But I'm back and I love you and miss you all.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

The Details

Ok, now that I'm not feeling so damn scatter-brained, I can write a real paragraph or two. Eliza was correct in saying that I have so many things to say on my website that I haven't mentioned in this past month of non-writing.

Aside from the death of our beloved friend, life is still good! Last weekend, my friends from work and I had a girls' night out. Ok, that's misleading. We did not actually have a "night out." There wasn't any getting drunk happening, or dancing on table-tops, or debuachery of any sort. We did, however, go out to dinner.

Ladies

The ladies, in order from the top left, going counter-clockwise, are Jody, Alisha, Me and Jenny. I will tell you about them. None of them are from Virginia either! Jody is from Michigan and moved here this summer when she married her high school sweetheart. She's quite at first and very sweet and thinks that soda is called "pop." Alisha is from Salt Lake City. She is not Mormon, and she, too, is married. She is not shy or quiet and she has great fashions. You know me, so I will not give you a short synopsis of myself. Jenny is a sweet lamb. She is from Massachusetts just like me! In fact, she went to boarding school about a half an hour from my boarding school in the Berkshires. Jenny and I enjoy giggling and gossiping together at work. The moral of the story is, it's so nice to have some buddies in this not-so-strange-after-all land. And they are normal people! And they like me back, despite my strange qualities and the wanderer. I have also made another friend at work, who I think is friggin awesome. His name is Sarantos, and he is a lover of cats. He's smart and very thoughtful and reminds me in many ways of Gregory. For those of you who know me in the physical realm of life, you will meet these characters that I speak of at the wedding.

And speaking of the wedding. I am making so much progress in the planning. I deserve an award for the love of god. An Oscar, a Pulitzer, a Nobel, whatever, I deserve it. Get ready for it. I bought my dress!!! And I booked the location! And I had my first meeting with the florist! It's true! I'm getting married and there's actual evidence to prove it now! So here are some details. The dress. I got it at an amazing bridal consignment shop called Blush in Newport News. It'a Ivory, not white, and it's strapless and all that I ever wanted my dress to be. I like it better than the four thousand dollar dresses I tried on at the fancy shop. I really do. AND it cost me only five hundred dollars. I am the vacuum cleaner of bargains. It's just coming so natural to me! And the location. It's going to be at a golf course with a fancy club house in town. It's owned by Jack Nicholson, and it looks very Virginia. The ceremony is going to be outside, and the reception will be inside in the big dining room that opens onto the long veranda. Fancy. And the flowers. Not much has been decided on that end yet, but the flower meeting was really overwhelming and I almost started crying in the shop. Not so fabulous of me. I was a little bridezilla-ish in that moment. I can't decide if that's good or bad though. Anyway, that's that. Even though this week has been very hard and very sad, there has been happiness too. And many cocktails.

Austin

Austy Dog

We had to put Austin to sleep yesterday. I don't really know what to say about it. She's been sick for ages now. She hasn't been able to walk for a while. We've been carrying her in and out of the house to go to the bathroom. She stopped eating at least a week a go, and we finally took her to the vet this week. Following the vet's suggestion, we decided to let her go. She was miserable and in pain and couldn't take care of herself anymore. It was so very hard. It was actually harder before we did it than after she was gone. Sandy and I both had to say goodbye to her yesterday before we left for work, because Jason was taking her to the vet during the day. I've never been through this before. It's so hard, oh I don't know what else to say. The vet got her tests back and we found out that Austin had advanced stages of bone cancer. So it feels like we made the right decision. I'm glad she's out of pain. Ok, I will write more later.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Country Boys

That PBS Country Boys show that I mentioned? You can even watch it from the website! How cool is that?

No More Drama

Life has been very regular for me lately. Which is new. In New York, we were so broke, and it was always so damn cold outside, and we were a little or a lot less responsible, that every day presented its own mini-drama to get through. Last year at this time, our roommate, Adam, and I had to sit in the bar on the corner of our block from the time that we got out of work until bedtime, because the bar had heating and our apartment did not. I worked on my thesis and Adam worked on I don't know what, and we enjoyed the free heat and drank gin and tonics, so they would not kick us out of the bar for loitering. Also, at this time last year, I wound up in the hospital with an "infection in my fallopian tube." To this day, I honestly do not think there was an infection in my tube. I really believe it was just some bad gas. But, the hospital that I went to in Brooklyn was not what I would classify as "well staffed" or "medically professional" or "cleanly" or even "a member of the National Medical Assocation." But that is neither here nor there. The point is, I'm used to a lot of drama, and there isn't a lot of that going on right now.

Every day, Jason drives me to work. I work, and I enjoy my job. I would even go as far as saying that I love my job. At five, Jason picks me up. We cook dinner, and then I try to stay up and watch some television or compute on my computer, but I generally fall asleep by 9:30. Not very dramatic. The wedding planning is adding some excitement, but I really haven't dug in yet. The past two days, however, there has been an event of note for me. PBS is showing this awesome three part mini-series called Country Boys. It follows the lives of two boys living in rural Kentucky. I think it's really good television and recommend it.

If you'd like, I can tell you a little bit about our neighborhood drama.

The woman who lives across the street from us is very old and volunteers at the local "center for enlightenment." She has extra space in her house, so she is kind enough to host foreign exhange students from the Center. And the young woman who is staying with her now is an animal whisperer! For clarity's sake, let's call her AW. Now the older woman used to have a dog. The dog used to roam around the neighborhood making housecalls, and Jason and I used to call him The Mayor, which is how I will refer to him here. The mayor died this summer at the age of 18. He led a good life. AW has been known to talk to different members of the block and describe the conversation that she had with his or her cat or dog. The funniest story, however, is the one she told about The Mayor. She said that she recently spoke with his spirit, and he told her that he's been down in New Orleans helping the Katrina victims. So I guess it's ok that The President may or may not have dropped the ball with the hurricane response, because the mayor has been down there taking care of things the whole time.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Two things

Max, thank you for the Jens Lekman recommendation! I "got" (or downloaded, if you will) his When I Said I Wanted To Be Your Dog album, and it's really knocking my socks of. His songs are serious, yet whimsical, and his deep voice makes me feel sentimental and sort of reminds me of Lou Reed. Thanks, buddy!

I had a strawberry marg tonight at dinner and it reminded me of you Mo, Eliza, Max and The Heights. Oh, memories. But I will say one thing. I do not mss having to ride home on the subway late at night after going out. You know, a little too tipsy to be riding alone and having to pee the whole way. Not so fun.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

The Natives

Virtually every day since I've been here, in this state of Virginia, I have been introduced to new, Southern ways of speaking. Namely, new phrases or pronounciations. And I am delighted by each and every introduction. Coming from Boston, I am not one to talk, but the way the speak down here just tickles me. I find myself referring to the people who are from here as "they," as if they are a different species. In my own mind, I am an anthropologist, Margaret Mead, if you will, discovering this Southern Land and its Peoples. In the past few weeks, I have learned one new word and one new phrase of significant note. Interestly, they have been spoken by the same person! This one person is from North Carolina and, to me, has a very heavy accent. I love to be around her. It's not just her accent that I love, it's all of her Southernisms. When I have babies, I plan on surrounding them with people like her, so they can pick up all her ways. The accent, the politeness, the style. It's just amazing.

So anyway, here are the word and the phrase.

Word: Toboggan. It's a hat! A winter hat! From what I understand, it is closer to a beanie than a thick skiing hat. Like when someone knits you a hat, such as these, which Sandy has recently knitted for Jason and me (Jason is very serious about his toboggan in this picture):

My Baby and Our Toboggans!

I will use it in a sentence: It'll be cold outside, so bring your mittens and toboggan!

And the phrase: A gracious plenty! A friggin gracious plenty! It's amazing. It means, enough, like "that's enough." Let's say, for example, that I was scooping some peas onto your plate, and I've scooped enough for your liking. You would tell me, "That's a gracious plenty." How much do you love that?!