For some reason I woke up sad today. Usually Wednesdays are so awesome that it's all I can do to contain my excitement. This morning was different. I'm still looking forward to hanging out tonight, but I can't seem to shake this melancholy that is sitting in the back of my mind. The weird thing is that I was cleaning out my email and I came across something that an ex-boyfriend (and current friend) sent me not long ago. It was about the morning he moved away and our last goodbye. Although I didn't read it until about five years after it was written, it brought me right back to that day he left.
I went to his blog this afternoon and was surprised to see it there, posted not long ago. That makes twice that I accidentally came across it today. We both have new significant others and are happy. We are close friends now and the relationship we shared in the past is not something that either one of us wants again, although the past is nothing that I would ever change, even if I could. Despite these things, I will always cry a little at the thought of that cold January morning. It's probably one of the most meaningful things I've ever read, and not just because I lived it, but also because he is an amazing writer. It's a moment that will always be a part of me. Here's a little piece:
"I spent the plane ride thinking of our many goodbyes, mostly remembering how you looked on that street corner, disappearing into the distance. You were sad, beautiful, and everything else you've ever meant to me. You were a portrait burned into my memory like white noise under the thoughts racing through my head. I hold on to that moment tightly, like a little piece of you that I can keep forever."
Ok, enough with the serious stuff.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Pleasantries are pleasant
Today has been so pleasant! I was glad that the bus was late because I got to enjoy a nice brisk walk in the snow!
When I got to work, someone did something completely improper, an inappropriate moment that had followed many other unseemly moments in the last week. But instead of getting mad I just threw myself into my work and got so much done. How pleasing!
Sam and I had a lovely lunch. He held the door for me and I held the door for him. When we were done with our delicious meal, we exchanged emails thanking each other for being so polite. How refreshing!
Just now, Sam and I had a very enjoyable break. We discussed which view would be more agreeable to take in and even when the West garden was closed because of ice falling off the building, we still enjoyed an enjoyable chat outside. Even avoiding the fight outside the East door was satisfying!
Sam thinks that there needs to be more people like us in the world and I couldn't agree more. Thanks for reading!
When I got to work, someone did something completely improper, an inappropriate moment that had followed many other unseemly moments in the last week. But instead of getting mad I just threw myself into my work and got so much done. How pleasing!
Sam and I had a lovely lunch. He held the door for me and I held the door for him. When we were done with our delicious meal, we exchanged emails thanking each other for being so polite. How refreshing!
Just now, Sam and I had a very enjoyable break. We discussed which view would be more agreeable to take in and even when the West garden was closed because of ice falling off the building, we still enjoyed an enjoyable chat outside. Even avoiding the fight outside the East door was satisfying!
Sam thinks that there needs to be more people like us in the world and I couldn't agree more. Thanks for reading!
Seriously
Seriously, I need to stop using seriously in all my damn blog posts. I'm serious. It's like it's my favorite damn word or something. I'm going to attempt to not use the S word in any blogs for a least a month. If you catch me, totally call me on it, seriously. Wait, that one didn't count. Really it didn't. No using the S word starting after this blog. Ok? Ok.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Sam and I are Assholes
Sam and I had a hilarious break this morning. We stood outside taking our usual morning smoke break and critiqued everyone who was wearing green for St. Pat's. Here are some highlights:
The business man who was wearing a mint green button-up. "Ooo, he went crazy today. Get a load of him with his wacky light green shirt." Seriously, we bet he has 20 white shirts, one pink (Valentine's Day), one green (St. Patrick's Day) and two crazy ties (Christmas and Halloween).
The girl wearing the green sweatpants with writing across the butt. "Hey! Check out my ass!"
The guy in the suit with the green button on the lapel. "Kiss Me I'm Irish." Other people in the office: "Great, Patrick O'Patrick put the button on again." "Wait a minute, he wears that damn button everyday!" Patrick: "Well, it works sometimes."
We also had a great scenario worked out where we would loiter outside of the HR office and wait to get pinched (cause you know someone in HR is all decked out) then claim sexual harassment. Hilarious! Plus, if we did it without laughing, we might get a paid day off out of it.
We are total assholes. This was confirmed by all the dirty looks we were getting from passers-by. But seriously, all St. Patrick's day is about in this town is green beer, which equals green puke. I really don't need to see that (again).
As Michael Kors would say "It's hard to make a holiday vulgar, but you did it."
The business man who was wearing a mint green button-up. "Ooo, he went crazy today. Get a load of him with his wacky light green shirt." Seriously, we bet he has 20 white shirts, one pink (Valentine's Day), one green (St. Patrick's Day) and two crazy ties (Christmas and Halloween).
The girl wearing the green sweatpants with writing across the butt. "Hey! Check out my ass!"
The guy in the suit with the green button on the lapel. "Kiss Me I'm Irish." Other people in the office: "Great, Patrick O'Patrick put the button on again." "Wait a minute, he wears that damn button everyday!" Patrick: "Well, it works sometimes."
We also had a great scenario worked out where we would loiter outside of the HR office and wait to get pinched (cause you know someone in HR is all decked out) then claim sexual harassment. Hilarious! Plus, if we did it without laughing, we might get a paid day off out of it.
We are total assholes. This was confirmed by all the dirty looks we were getting from passers-by. But seriously, all St. Patrick's day is about in this town is green beer, which equals green puke. I really don't need to see that (again).
As Michael Kors would say "It's hard to make a holiday vulgar, but you did it."
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Auf Wiedersehen Mother Fuckers!
Tonight is the season finale of Project Runway. Oh Project Runway, we've laughed, we've cried, we've gotten drunk together. I've said things I didn't mean, but in all fairness, so did you. Come on baby, I didn't mean it, don't leave! What will I do without you?
On the bright side, that means I get to hang with Sam and Slanger tonight. Yay! We've been trying to decide which bar to go to, and as usual, we debated via email. This is how we decided--the tiki bar is closer to my tivo (I mean house) and has $1 PBR and $2 shots of Beam. Plus, we went to Aztec Sol (the awesome tequila bar) last week and discovered they no longer have free tacos at happy hour. Damn, AzSol, what are you trying to do to us? You know this is our main source of food on Wednesdays (aside from them delicious frozen mini-foods of course). Oh well, we still love you, but I guess you are out this week.
Heidi Klum (via Sam): "I'm sorry, this means good bye to you AzSol, Auf Wiedersehen."
AzSol: "What? I was in a contest? Shit. Hey, you talk funny but yer pretty. Wanna do a shot?"
More importantly, we must now decide which mini-foods to eat while we watch. The lovely Slanger has told me about a fantastic creation called "bags of gold." I think it's some sort of concoction of cheese (the gold), some other stuff, like veggies (the dirt you pan gold out of???) all put together in a crispy dough bag. Wow! It'll be like striking it rich with every delicious bite! Slanger has also come up with the genius idea for themed snacks like "Andre at Red Lobster" and the "Guadalupe Special." I can't wait. No really, I can't--I'm leaving work now.
On the bright side, that means I get to hang with Sam and Slanger tonight. Yay! We've been trying to decide which bar to go to, and as usual, we debated via email. This is how we decided--the tiki bar is closer to my tivo (I mean house) and has $1 PBR and $2 shots of Beam. Plus, we went to Aztec Sol (the awesome tequila bar) last week and discovered they no longer have free tacos at happy hour. Damn, AzSol, what are you trying to do to us? You know this is our main source of food on Wednesdays (aside from them delicious frozen mini-foods of course). Oh well, we still love you, but I guess you are out this week.
Heidi Klum (via Sam): "I'm sorry, this means good bye to you AzSol, Auf Wiedersehen."
AzSol: "What? I was in a contest? Shit. Hey, you talk funny but yer pretty. Wanna do a shot?"
More importantly, we must now decide which mini-foods to eat while we watch. The lovely Slanger has told me about a fantastic creation called "bags of gold." I think it's some sort of concoction of cheese (the gold), some other stuff, like veggies (the dirt you pan gold out of???) all put together in a crispy dough bag. Wow! It'll be like striking it rich with every delicious bite! Slanger has also come up with the genius idea for themed snacks like "Andre at Red Lobster" and the "Guadalupe Special." I can't wait. No really, I can't--I'm leaving work now.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Jazzercise!
Yes, Jazzercise. I know what you're thinking--"Jazzercise is still around?" Or maybe "What the fuck, are you kidding?" No friends, I am not kidding. I go to jazzercise, and I love it! Seriously, I hate to exercise but this isn't too bad. And it's called "An Hour of Power" which is all inspiring and shit. It's kind of like jumping around to bad (but fun) music when you get drunk. And, since I go on Sunday mornings, sometimes I AM still drunk! Plus, it's pretty damn cool to be in a room with mostly older ladies (and a few guys) who scream out "Wooooo!" as they shake their hips and clap along to the Gorillaz or that song "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me." Seriously, they get totally into it and it's hilarious (and cute). The only downside is that most of these ladies have been jazzercising forever and they are totally in better shape than me. I get all out of breath and sweaty and my beer belly hangs out when I try to do sit ups, but they are all flat stomachs and defined biceps. Also, I don't see any of them frantically lighting up a smoke immediately afterwards then rushing to brunch (AKA mimosas). Maybe if I keep it up, I'll be in shape when I'm 50--that's something to look forward to.
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