- Bodie: He's a cold motherfucker.
- Poot: It's a cold world, Bodie.
- Bodie: Thought you said it was getting warmer, man.
- Poot: World going one way, people another.
- husband: I think Walter's scratching at his bowl. I'll get it.
- wife: Wow, you have a really good hearing.
- husband: Huh? What did you say?
- wife: You have really good hearing!
- husband: ...
- wife: Hello?
- husband: Nevermind, he wasn't scratching.
I woke up especially down in the dumps with this feeling that I’m going to have a horrible week. But then I got to work and decided that this week? This is going to be a good week. The best week! I’m going to be happy because I have so many things to be happy about. And I had a nice long IM chat with Evie, which always helps a lot. After work, Husband and I ordered our favorite West Vil Indian food delivery and watched movies. District of Happyton in Cozyville, USA.
In the morning I bought my tickets home for the holidays. Cannot wait.
Went to the opening of a Soho pop-up clothing store from portland-based sustainable clothing company Nau. The invite was sent to creative influencers or something. Brooklyn Amanda knew the party coordinator. What influenced me was the free food, free booze, free lecture from EFGH (the architects who were 2nd choice in designing the High Line) and a free show by one of my favorite bands. Yep, that’s influential.
Reached the 25,000 mark for my novel word count. HALFWAY THERE!
Oh, you know. Actually, you don’t know. And either do I. Hmmmm…
Cyrus got home from work and when he saw dinner on the table, he said “Wow. You really made somethin’ outta nothin’.” I had taken just about every little thing we have left in our mostly empty fridge and cupboards and made a snack spread. Crackers and toast with hummus and tuna salad on the side. Tiny celery sticks, olives, grapes and nuts. Waste not, want not.
Then we gussied and met up with a group of friends in Brroklyn for bowling at The Gutter. It was one year ago that Cyrus and I met up with new partner Matt and his wife to bowl at these very lanes. And it was on these lanes that I rolled a strike, did some bowl-dancing celebratory choreography and fell. In front of everyone. Hilarious if you’re all friends, awkward when you’re just getting to know people. And then at the end of the night I left my favorite scarf there and was too flustered to go back and get it. Well, I didn’t miraculously find my scarf, but we did have a good, good time. We punctuated the night with weird tasteless yet perfect tacos.
Never was there a day so lazy. We lazed around and snuggled and watched this adorable movie that you have to go and see immediately. (Unless your name is Evie. In which case, wait until Graham 2.0 arrives. Though no animals are injured during the film and there isn’t anything too scary, I’m thinking it would be a major tear-jerker for you. So, unless you’re in the mood for a big, huge, healthy cry…don’t do it.)
We did leave the house at one point to try and find me a new winter coat, but all we found were a couple’a cheesesteaks and a few mugs ‘o beer at our new favorite place in the west vil. Oh, and some cheese fries. Isn’t fake cheese the most glorious thing ever invented? Then we watched the Duck game, me from the couch and Cyrus from about 2 inches from the TV standing up the entire time.
Woke up and said goodbye to Cyrus as he left for Miami on another shoot. Here’s a photo he took and sent to me while enjoying a Cafe Con Leche at the hotel. Yeah.
After he left, I met Lovepup for a “happy engagement!” brunch of nutella crepes and french press at The New French. We gabbed about her wedding plans and my how my novel is going. Then we shopped around the West Vil stopping at every pet store to coo at the puppies and even peeked into a few vintage shops in search for a dress. Here’s her wedding blog, “What I Wore Down The Aisle”. You should probably start following it!
After we vowed to hang out more often and parted ways, I turned around and found myself smack dab in front of my favorite pedicure and massage joint. DONE. My toes are now a perfect blood burgundy bordering on black. Wow, alliteration!
I continued my bachelorette-ism and ordered spicy tuna handrolls for delivery and (after taking the boy on a long walk and getting my word count done for the day) watched a movie I’ve been meaning to watch for a long time. It’s a modern day musical, so I had to wait for when Cyrus was out of town because he doesn’t do musicals. It is such a lovely, simple and powerful movie and the song “Falling Slowly”? Forget about it.