books and libretti (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bookslibretti) wrote,@ 2008-12-12 01:48:00 |
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It's inevitable: on Sunday morning, I'll look at my social calendar for the coming week and notice it's totally blank . . . and by Sunday evening, it will be totally full. I like it; it gets me out of the house, which is always nice for the freelancing/unemployed, but more importantly it gets me doing things that wouldn't have occurred to me otherwise. And, of course, it means I'm always meeting cool new people.
Tomorrow during the day is the one time I'll take a break and catch up on solo stuff -- laundry, correspondence, gym, another errand or two (I'm getting ice skates!).
This Saturday, after being invited by a friend of a friend, I'm considering Santacon. I like him and want to hang out with him, but the event requires a lot of prep, meaning time and money I don't really want to give it. Plus it's a bar crawl -- starting at 10 AM, so you know it's classy -- and although I'm perfectly fine about going to bars with friends, the focus there is not 100% on drinking. I know the Santacon pictures I've seen always look cool, but I'm not sure I'd actually have much fun. I just don't want to send the wrong message to the guy, since there've been a few abortive mixups before.
Plus I have other stuff going on -- that evening I'm headed to the Met and dinner with a new guy, not quite my type but with a really good sense of humor, so it'll at least be fun. After that (and possibly a trip home to change, depending on timing), I'm headed to the Slipper Room. I'd like to spend some time with the guy there -- argh, I still have to post that story -- although it depends on whether he's working and how busy the place is, of course, so my hopes are not terribly high.
Sunday I have a coffee date at 2 (aside to Alex: the viking!), followed by a nearby Messiah sing at 3.
On Monday I have basically the coolest date ever -- this guy does some dog-walking, and I get to go with him and pet dogs, so it will be awesome. The guy is pretty cool too; I had another date with him earlier this week, although I see him more in a friendship context. The bad news is that after the puppy part, he's going to invite me to come back to his place and watch a movie, which for strategic reasons I have to decline politely. I think the best way to do this would be to create a better option: "ooh, I was looking through Time Out NY when I saw ____ is happening right now and I really want to go do that!" But I missed out on all this girl strategy when I was growing up, and I am not always the best at reinventing the wheel, so let me know if there's a proven technique. Also let me know if you've heard of a fun ____ at 1-2 PM on Monday!
That evening is another Messiah sing. This one I've actually been asked to, but it costs $10, so I'll have to see whether Sunday's got it all out of my system.
Tuesday I'm possibly seeing the wannabe sugar daddy during the day, then I'm taking a trip to Harlem. I want to drop off cookies (note to self: make Sunday night) for my Harlem roommates, then take more to the stitch & bitch I attended all summer -- their Christmas party is that night.
Wednesday morning, my brother will be coming through the city, so it's my job to get him off the bus at Penn and put him on the train at Grand Central. Luckily that's over by noon, so I can go home, nap, shower, and reemerge refreshed for an 8 pm trivia contest with a guy who actually reminds me a little of Ben, except single. That's probably unfair -- they only look similar, which is to say on the bigger side and balding, which is not exactly coincidental since big with a buzzed head is exactly my type.
Thursday is free for napping or packing or something TBD, and Friday I'm leaving for Christmas.
***
I'm having issues with my eating again . . . surprise! It doesn't seem like I can pull it off in a mentally healthy way, at least not for any length of time. Either I'm in Pac-Man mode -- eat as much as you can, and you only lose if somebody calls you on it -- or it's orthorexia/OCD/whatever. Weighing every scrap you eat, calorie restricting, and constantly figuring out macronutrient ratios is not exactly mentally healthy, but since that doesn't seem to be a viable option either way, for now I'm going with the physically healthier choice. I'm preparing to go Pac-Man over Christmas, though.
I've been going to the gym a lot lately, which is nice, but I recognize it's a luxury. $50 -- soon to be $55 -- a month will not always be available, and neither will all this free time. Plus it's so artificial, and of course there's the fact that I hate it. I feel like if I can't find a physical activity I genuinely enjoy, it's never going to last, but it's obviously easier said than done.
I'm not terribly coordinated and I'm not good enough to be competitive, so most sports are out. I thought dance would be right, and I do like the activity, but the scene is all wrong. If I go to ballroom courses, it's a fish-taco-fest, and at over 6' in heels, I'm pressed into the man's role; if I go to informal salsa nights, I'm repeatedly propositioned by 5'4" Latin-Americans. Neither is my idea of a stellar time, since both make me hyperaware of my size.
I did like swimming this summer, but for obvious reasons it's not going to work out so well in New York in February. I do want to get back into ice-skating, so I've asked for skates for Christmas -- the trip tomorrow is to size them -- and I'm hopeful about that. Bryant Park shouldn't even be too tourist-jammed, at least theoretically.
Plus I'd get to wear the snazzy cold-weather gear I've been knitting. I can just envision it now: I'm whizzing around the ice, my scarf falls off, the inexplicably straight guy behind me picks it up to return it, we do a Lady-and-the-Tramp routine with it before adjourning for rosy-cheeked laughter over hot chocolate . . . you be quiet. I am absolutely positive this will happen right after I receive the unicorn that's also on my Christmas list.
***
I realize that all this healthy talk is totally contradicted by the fact that I made pumpkin bread (with roasted pecans and whipped cream!) today. My roommate's ex just indulged in bridge-burning, she's distraught, and I am on cleanup duty. She's watching Snapped, reading bad Twilight fanfiction (no link because I'm pretty sure that comprises half the internet at this point), and eating aforementioned pumpkin bread. This keeps her occupied, so I'm all for it.
I am reading The Godfather (unrelated, I swear) and surprising myself with how much I'm liking it. Other things I've been surprised I enjoy this much: Britney Spears' "Womanizer," Beyonce's "Single Ladies," Li'l Mama's "Lip Gloss." Apparently I am easily assimilated! By pop culture, anyway.
Tomorrow during the day is the one time I'll take a break and catch up on solo stuff -- laundry, correspondence, gym, another errand or two (I'm getting ice skates!).
This Saturday, after being invited by a friend of a friend, I'm considering Santacon. I like him and want to hang out with him, but the event requires a lot of prep, meaning time and money I don't really want to give it. Plus it's a bar crawl -- starting at 10 AM, so you know it's classy -- and although I'm perfectly fine about going to bars with friends, the focus there is not 100% on drinking. I know the Santacon pictures I've seen always look cool, but I'm not sure I'd actually have much fun. I just don't want to send the wrong message to the guy, since there've been a few abortive mixups before.
Plus I have other stuff going on -- that evening I'm headed to the Met and dinner with a new guy, not quite my type but with a really good sense of humor, so it'll at least be fun. After that (and possibly a trip home to change, depending on timing), I'm headed to the Slipper Room. I'd like to spend some time with the guy there -- argh, I still have to post that story -- although it depends on whether he's working and how busy the place is, of course, so my hopes are not terribly high.
Sunday I have a coffee date at 2 (aside to Alex: the viking!), followed by a nearby Messiah sing at 3.
On Monday I have basically the coolest date ever -- this guy does some dog-walking, and I get to go with him and pet dogs, so it will be awesome. The guy is pretty cool too; I had another date with him earlier this week, although I see him more in a friendship context. The bad news is that after the puppy part, he's going to invite me to come back to his place and watch a movie, which for strategic reasons I have to decline politely. I think the best way to do this would be to create a better option: "ooh, I was looking through Time Out NY when I saw ____ is happening right now and I really want to go do that!" But I missed out on all this girl strategy when I was growing up, and I am not always the best at reinventing the wheel, so let me know if there's a proven technique. Also let me know if you've heard of a fun ____ at 1-2 PM on Monday!
That evening is another Messiah sing. This one I've actually been asked to, but it costs $10, so I'll have to see whether Sunday's got it all out of my system.
Tuesday I'm possibly seeing the wannabe sugar daddy during the day, then I'm taking a trip to Harlem. I want to drop off cookies (note to self: make Sunday night) for my Harlem roommates, then take more to the stitch & bitch I attended all summer -- their Christmas party is that night.
Wednesday morning, my brother will be coming through the city, so it's my job to get him off the bus at Penn and put him on the train at Grand Central. Luckily that's over by noon, so I can go home, nap, shower, and reemerge refreshed for an 8 pm trivia contest with a guy who actually reminds me a little of Ben, except single. That's probably unfair -- they only look similar, which is to say on the bigger side and balding, which is not exactly coincidental since big with a buzzed head is exactly my type.
Thursday is free for napping or packing or something TBD, and Friday I'm leaving for Christmas.
***
I'm having issues with my eating again . . . surprise! It doesn't seem like I can pull it off in a mentally healthy way, at least not for any length of time. Either I'm in Pac-Man mode -- eat as much as you can, and you only lose if somebody calls you on it -- or it's orthorexia/OCD/whatever. Weighing every scrap you eat, calorie restricting, and constantly figuring out macronutrient ratios is not exactly mentally healthy, but since that doesn't seem to be a viable option either way, for now I'm going with the physically healthier choice. I'm preparing to go Pac-Man over Christmas, though.
I've been going to the gym a lot lately, which is nice, but I recognize it's a luxury. $50 -- soon to be $55 -- a month will not always be available, and neither will all this free time. Plus it's so artificial, and of course there's the fact that I hate it. I feel like if I can't find a physical activity I genuinely enjoy, it's never going to last, but it's obviously easier said than done.
I'm not terribly coordinated and I'm not good enough to be competitive, so most sports are out. I thought dance would be right, and I do like the activity, but the scene is all wrong. If I go to ballroom courses, it's a fish-taco-fest, and at over 6' in heels, I'm pressed into the man's role; if I go to informal salsa nights, I'm repeatedly propositioned by 5'4" Latin-Americans. Neither is my idea of a stellar time, since both make me hyperaware of my size.
I did like swimming this summer, but for obvious reasons it's not going to work out so well in New York in February. I do want to get back into ice-skating, so I've asked for skates for Christmas -- the trip tomorrow is to size them -- and I'm hopeful about that. Bryant Park shouldn't even be too tourist-jammed, at least theoretically.
Plus I'd get to wear the snazzy cold-weather gear I've been knitting. I can just envision it now: I'm whizzing around the ice, my scarf falls off, the inexplicably straight guy behind me picks it up to return it, we do a Lady-and-the-Tramp routine with it before adjourning for rosy-cheeked laughter over hot chocolate . . . you be quiet. I am absolutely positive this will happen right after I receive the unicorn that's also on my Christmas list.
***
I realize that all this healthy talk is totally contradicted by the fact that I made pumpkin bread (with roasted pecans and whipped cream!) today. My roommate's ex just indulged in bridge-burning, she's distraught, and I am on cleanup duty. She's watching Snapped, reading bad Twilight fanfiction (no link because I'm pretty sure that comprises half the internet at this point), and eating aforementioned pumpkin bread. This keeps her occupied, so I'm all for it.
I am reading The Godfather (unrelated, I swear) and surprising myself with how much I'm liking it. Other things I've been surprised I enjoy this much: Britney Spears' "Womanizer," Beyonce's "Single Ladies," Li'l Mama's "Lip Gloss." Apparently I am easily assimilated! By pop culture, anyway.
