No one has loved the last 24 hours more than me.
[read the rest of tina fey's rules for improv here]
I’m sure that’s not annoying at all.
snowflake lights at the downtown holiday market.
dinner reunion in boston with the boys of summer.
baking these oatmeal chocolate chip “cookies” at 3 am. substituting one of the bananas with applesauce because my roommate accidentally drunk ate the other ;) and tossing in some leftover crushed hazelnuts from work. (thank goodness the recipe only required measuring cups since my spoons are still stashed somewhere in HERE.)
having seven different christmas pandora stations.
sunday night steak on our charcoal grill.
christmas music. sitting outside. 55 and sunny.
T-10 days ’til CHRISTMAS KICK OFF.
I’m hitting the local bucket list pretty hard these days so when my mom asked what I wanted for Christmas and I saw there was ONE bad ass seat left in the orchestra section for The Kennedy Center’s Nutcracker on Saturday night, it was clearly a Christmas-Bucket List no brainer. I got dressed up (which right now means blow dried hair and WHOA HIGH HEELS), dropped off at the front door, shelled out for a pre-performance Maker’s Mark and settled in for the show. I know being a single girl out all alone is a total social stigma (especially during the holidays AND OMG AT THE BALLET) but I actually love doing things by myself. And this date night was preferable just me and DC.
My parents came to DC for Thanksgiving for the first time ever and I was so happy to host. They haven’t seen the city in what feels like forever and since I’m currently sporting an Every-Parents’-Second*-Worst-Nightmare kind of lifestyle lately (read: Jobless, Single & Uninsured—and worse, it’s all BY CHOICE), I figured it was only fair to show them I’m still capable of cooking a full meal, putting on proper clothes and behaving like a human being FOR AN ENTIRE DAY.
All snarkiness aside I am so thankful for my parents (so much that I almost threw the F-word in there for emphasis, but considering my mom called last week to see if I was “dead, in a ditch or at a local hospital,” I’m going to keep the cursing to a minimum here, it’s the small things right??). They’ve worked hard to give me a life where I can literally do anything and when I stop to seriously consider that reality it’s almost unfathomable. I’m sure it would be significantly less stressful if I picked a more traditional path (paved with things like matching silverware, a steady income and some kind of career plan), but the truth is I’ve never been better. This year I’m thankful for parental support or at the very least *silent* disapproval. ;)
* the first being jail, drug abuse, alcoholism or worst yet: a crazy-left liberal who mistakes family holidays for the perfect time to pick fights over politics.
The Nook™ is an absolute icon in the history of Intern Tuesday. It wouldn’t be an understatement by any means to say he and me became a “we” while sitting in that window seat slow sipping coffee, sharing inane stories about our weekends and having really incredible talks during some of our most personal and transitional times. Whenever I walk by now I see us squished together laughing like idiots over something stupid we looked up on my iPhone or Intern saying, “shut up I LOVE SUGAR COOKIES.” So when we passed Tatte for the first time and I audibly gasped outloud??
Happiness is when he turned to me and said: “That’s the New Nook.“
On Friday I took the 3:15 am Amtrak to see Intern for the first time since he moved away over the summer. Fueled by a blend of exhaustion, excitement and SO MUCH CAFFEINE—I stepped into the quiet car and immediately erupted with the worst giggles. Every seat was empty and the sheer sight of it just made me so smiley. Like the train and I were sharing a silly little secret. And right as I was breaking out my two holiday cookbooks and sleepy Pandora station it occurred to me that 28 degrees was going to be very cold WITHOUT MY WINTER COAT. But oh thank goodness I remembered to pack a Tupperware container of steak and asparagus and like half a dozen Kind Bars in case I got hungry (because apparently I don’t think they have food in Boston and 8 hours is too long for me to go without eating ALL THE THINGS).
Seriously, sometimes I just don’t know about my brain.
[flour. our first stop. where i wanted to eat EVERYTHING. // waking up by the big bedroom window and discussing our day.]
Along the way I internet stalked some Beantown bloggers to see what places I might want to pop into and Anna of Dear Friend emailed me an ENTIRE LIST of local favorites. Seriously, girl is straight up awesomesauce. So was her suggested stop at LA Burdick whose ‘dark drinking chocolate’ was so good I *might* have likened it to an extremely positive sexual experience while in ear shot of some small children (see also: How to Offend A Lot Of Moms).
[always on the lookout for little white lights // making paper snowflakes for intern's tech policy holiday party.]
Friday night we did happy hour slash snowflake making at the campus bar (um, HELLO PERSONAL HAPPY PLACE) and ended up finding an arts & crafts fan club in the master’s math program. My scissor skills got dominated by a Russian girl named Galina. I mean of course that happened.
[new city but the messy dresser remains the same. ;) // film cameras are our favorite.]
[Nostalgia is everyone sharing the same chap stick before heading out for the evening. :)]
It’s been a long time since I’ve done the walk-backwards-to-avoid-winter-wind-whiplash and losing feeling in my fingers doesn’t rank high on my like list—but MAN, if I didn’t feel right at home when it happened. My face might have been freezing but my heart was warm huddled together while waiting for the bus to take us to Intern’s policy potluck.
Also, I almost forgot what it feels like to be wearing two pairs of pants.
[brunch at catalyst. // blue skies over stata center.]
Someone recently introduced me to the term “sapiosexual,” which is so appropriate considering how hard I got my geek on at MIT. Reading in the library overlooking the Charles was one of the best parts of the weekend and the added bonus of everyone being so kind just made me nerd out even more.
“a DIY mani is just painting your nails.” – my new favorite internism
I’m so proud of this kid. He makes living look good.
[not a bad view from the science library. especially at sunset.]
I hadn’t seriously considered Boston as a potential next place but my goodness, was I pleasantly surprised with how easily it won me over. And walking the Mass Bridge home Friday night at 2 am I kept thinking: I could really see myself here—happy. So while city shopping is far from over, that dirty water is on the short list for sure.
Seriously, Greta Gerwig is so awkward and it’s AMAZING.
Full length mirrors are funny things. Especially now that I no longer have one in my apartment. For the first time in my entire life I get dressed and just walk out the front door.
And I feel better than ever.
Even after gaining 10 pounds almost entirely in MY ASS.
Other ways to make yourself feel amazing?? Get rid of the internet at home. You may end up Google-ing Thanksgiving recipes (and seeing your outfit for the first time) from restaurant bathrooms with free wifi but it’ll be worth it.
This photo is from a few weeks ago. I walked outside and literally couldn’t stop smiling. Those colors, the smell of October on the east coast. And a free Friday afternoon.
Almost all our leaves have come down now and sneaking internet outside at Starbucks after hours last night meant busting out my winter coat and BIG ASS scarf, but in those few days where DC fall was at its finest? It was the best it’s ever been.
[while city rush hour was ugly as ever, doing deliveries was a much needed crash course (no crashes thank goodness only very close calls!) in learning dc. now for the first time when tourists ask for directions i don't have to pretend i'm deaf or from out of town.]
Today is my last day at work. With the job I just started 6 months ago …
The last time I saw Steve he told me about how psychologists rank major life changes in regards to their respective and subsequent shit storms (clearly, the *technical* term). He then gave me this truly tickled look before bursting out, “And you went and did the top 3 all AT THE SAME TIME!” So having finally (at least, semi) settled in a new apartment and a new job, it must make me look insane to be doing the whole damn thing all over again.
Emotional masochist, party of one please.
I have so many positive things to say about my current place of employment. The work is good. The staff is incredible. My boss is 2 years younger than me and has the most hilarious sense of humor. I laugh, a lot. It’s been the best job I’ve had in my entire time in DC, but ultimately not the right fit for me right now. Still it’s sad to leave (for a split second this morning I almost decided to stay). And if insanity is indeed doing the same thing and expecting different results then this decision is the most sane one I’ve made in the last 6 years, regardless of how it sounds.
Last year I read this piece by Dear Sugar and it’s stuck with me ever since: “I didn’t want to stay … not at my core, even though whole swaths of me did. And if there’s one thing I believe more than I believe anything else, it’s that you can’t fake the core. The truth that lives there will eventually win out. It’s a god we must obey, a force that brings us all inevitably to our knees. And because of it, I can only ask: will you do it later or will you do it now?”
I have that GO feeling and it’s time to follow it.
The other day I was talking to my mom on the phone and she said, “I don’t even know what I’m going to say about you in the Christmas news letter this year?!?” And I’d had a similar thought a few weeks ago. That if I hadn’t been writing down this whirlwind on a regular basis the last 11 months would literally be a blur. But that’s been the best part about taking BIG chances. The more you do the braver you become. Opportunities are everywhere. And everyday is an adventure.
I have no idea what’s next but right now I’ve got a brainstorming date with my DC bucket list at the wine bar around the corner. Which sounds like as good a starting place as any. :)
This feels like a trap.
Last night was the end of Lady Monument’s post earthquake outfit, so I scooted over to the mall to take some photos for posterity. It was cold but so beautiful and such a nice night to be outside, alone.
It’s also how I learned that 43 minutes is my breaking point in the street parking search outside our apartment and why I’m never leaving home on a Sunday evening EVER AGAIN.