A new post! Oh joy!
A semi-comprehensive list of things that have happened since last we spoke:
1. As you already knew, I was on a semi-working holiday in NYC. Although they had been experiencing a horrible heatwave prior to my arrival, that broke with a series of thunderstorms, and I had beautiful weather (mid-80's) for the majority of my visit. Meanwhile, California's central valley experienced record heat and humidity. (I'm doing the full on evil laugh while I write this, but I can't really figure out how to express it as text. You'll have to use your imagination.)
2. The trip was amazing, but a total social whirlwind. I was staying with S-i-R (more on this later), and he had warned me that he was going to be too busy at work to hang out alot. That was OK - I just made plans. LOTS of plans. I still didn't get to see everybody. This is a semi-public appology to people who I had to shaft: I miss you SOOOO much, and I'll be back soon! Even so, there were two Brazen Hussy and Prairie Oyster-shaped holes in my heart. The city just isn't the same without you guys.
3. Friday was a combination of science-type meeings and social gatherings. I met GreekBoy for coffee. I had been dreading this, because we hadn't really spoke since our falling-out over his new girlfriend. It was Ok. We didn't really talk about personal stuff, because it's still a pretty raw topic. The plus side is that I realized that he hadn't changed at all - he's still all talk, no action, and will always abandon people when something flashier comes along. I finally reconciled myself with the fact that he's always going to be this way.
3. On Saturday, I had an invite to a party, so I did the town in the company of the vivacious lissa, who also occasionally comments on this very blog. Ate dinner at Kitchen22 (the companion to my very favorite and now closed Kitchen82) and had some delicious cucumber-mint martinis. We went to the party, which I don't mind admitting was lame. However, we did have a small group of gentlemen competing for our attention, one even going so far as to demonstrate his hula hooping talents in a misguided attempt to distinguish himself. We left shortly thereafter for a bar in SoHo (I'm not sure it has a name), where I was recognized by the waitress (WTF?). We partook of more delicious cocktails, including the 'cherry blossom', which is very similar to the Brazen Hussy, with the addition of cherry flavored vodka and sour mix for the lemon juice. Its very deliciousness induced in me such a fit of nostalgia that I was forced to drunk-text Dr. BH just to tell her how very missed she was. Around 3 am, we met with Mr. Extremely Tall (more on this later) at Hell's Kitchen hell-hole Rudy's. Here, I was telling anyone who would listen how much I hated NorCal until one guy asked me if I had received my PhD in bitching, because I was really good at it. Oh yeah, if you're that guy, fuck you. You don't know me, and you don't know my pain.
4. Spent all day on Sunday in the company of S-i-R, and it was nice, considering that we had some serious shit to hash out. See, I have (or rather, had) a theory: no problem, ever, in the history of humanity, has ever been solved by talking about it. When I left NYC, I had some entanglements, but rather than find out how these guys actually felt, I just left. I thought it didn't matter how they felt because they were disposable, and ultimately, replaceable. I'll skip most of the details, because frankly, that's not why people read this blog. We finally came to this: life is very long (if you're lucky) and you never know how things are going to work out. But walking away from people who care about you doesn't prove that you're free.
(Ok, Phil Collin's 'Against All Odds' is on the radio. I'm going to have to change topics before I start crying.)
5. Oh yeah, Mr. Extremely Tall is going to be moving to NorCal for a while. We'll see how that works out (more evil laughter). Most of my friends (being much smarter than I) have cautioned me to just leave him alone, but until you start seeing Booty farms in the Central Valley that's just not going to happen.
6. I was going to post all of this yesterday, but when I arrived back at the lab, they were doing construction in the lab next door. There's an open doorway that connects the two rooms, but the guys failed to recognize that the heavy-duty industrial adhesive fumes were actually capable of traveling through that doorway even if you prop a sheet of drywall up in front of it. Long story short, we all got sick from the fumes and had to go home. Welcome Back!!
1. As you already knew, I was on a semi-working holiday in NYC. Although they had been experiencing a horrible heatwave prior to my arrival, that broke with a series of thunderstorms, and I had beautiful weather (mid-80's) for the majority of my visit. Meanwhile, California's central valley experienced record heat and humidity. (I'm doing the full on evil laugh while I write this, but I can't really figure out how to express it as text. You'll have to use your imagination.)
2. The trip was amazing, but a total social whirlwind. I was staying with S-i-R (more on this later), and he had warned me that he was going to be too busy at work to hang out alot. That was OK - I just made plans. LOTS of plans. I still didn't get to see everybody. This is a semi-public appology to people who I had to shaft: I miss you SOOOO much, and I'll be back soon! Even so, there were two Brazen Hussy and Prairie Oyster-shaped holes in my heart. The city just isn't the same without you guys.
3. Friday was a combination of science-type meeings and social gatherings. I met GreekBoy for coffee. I had been dreading this, because we hadn't really spoke since our falling-out over his new girlfriend. It was Ok. We didn't really talk about personal stuff, because it's still a pretty raw topic. The plus side is that I realized that he hadn't changed at all - he's still all talk, no action, and will always abandon people when something flashier comes along. I finally reconciled myself with the fact that he's always going to be this way.
3. On Saturday, I had an invite to a party, so I did the town in the company of the vivacious lissa, who also occasionally comments on this very blog. Ate dinner at Kitchen22 (the companion to my very favorite and now closed Kitchen82) and had some delicious cucumber-mint martinis. We went to the party, which I don't mind admitting was lame. However, we did have a small group of gentlemen competing for our attention, one even going so far as to demonstrate his hula hooping talents in a misguided attempt to distinguish himself. We left shortly thereafter for a bar in SoHo (I'm not sure it has a name), where I was recognized by the waitress (WTF?). We partook of more delicious cocktails, including the 'cherry blossom', which is very similar to the Brazen Hussy, with the addition of cherry flavored vodka and sour mix for the lemon juice. Its very deliciousness induced in me such a fit of nostalgia that I was forced to drunk-text Dr. BH just to tell her how very missed she was. Around 3 am, we met with Mr. Extremely Tall (more on this later) at Hell's Kitchen hell-hole Rudy's. Here, I was telling anyone who would listen how much I hated NorCal until one guy asked me if I had received my PhD in bitching, because I was really good at it. Oh yeah, if you're that guy, fuck you. You don't know me, and you don't know my pain.
4. Spent all day on Sunday in the company of S-i-R, and it was nice, considering that we had some serious shit to hash out. See, I have (or rather, had) a theory: no problem, ever, in the history of humanity, has ever been solved by talking about it. When I left NYC, I had some entanglements, but rather than find out how these guys actually felt, I just left. I thought it didn't matter how they felt because they were disposable, and ultimately, replaceable. I'll skip most of the details, because frankly, that's not why people read this blog. We finally came to this: life is very long (if you're lucky) and you never know how things are going to work out. But walking away from people who care about you doesn't prove that you're free.
(Ok, Phil Collin's 'Against All Odds' is on the radio. I'm going to have to change topics before I start crying.)
5. Oh yeah, Mr. Extremely Tall is going to be moving to NorCal for a while. We'll see how that works out (more evil laughter). Most of my friends (being much smarter than I) have cautioned me to just leave him alone, but until you start seeing Booty farms in the Central Valley that's just not going to happen.
6. I was going to post all of this yesterday, but when I arrived back at the lab, they were doing construction in the lab next door. There's an open doorway that connects the two rooms, but the guys failed to recognize that the heavy-duty industrial adhesive fumes were actually capable of traveling through that doorway even if you prop a sheet of drywall up in front of it. Long story short, we all got sick from the fumes and had to go home. Welcome Back!!
posted by La Blonde Parisienne at 11:14 AM
3 Comments:
You had quite a full adventure, which is good. Better than sitting round watching re-runs of I Love Lucy.
What a whirlwind of emotions and men, too. You sound revived and ready for action!
...not that I don't love me some 'I Love Lucy'. To this day, I think that my mom and I can quote every episode.
Damn!! I don't get cell phone reception on top of this mountain. However, we're heading back to BTCT tomorrow and I will get your text message then.
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