I'm home. Finally.
I'm currently waiting for the apartment to warm back up. When I go away, I turn the heat down to 53 degrees F.
I don't realize how cold it is initially until I decide to take a shower...and then I decide to turn it up to about 70. I then may or may not completely forget about until sometime in the early morning when I wake up sweating and wondering why the place is so damn hot for winter.
I was home for less than 24 hours this weekend, though. My co-worker picked me up from the airport Saturday night and we headed to a TMBG show (she had an extra ticket and figured I would be the only person weird enough to want to go). It was lot of fun, but we had to shell out a ton for parking, and I didn't know a lot of the later songs- I kept feeling very old (despite seeing a ton of gray hairs in the audience) because I remember listening to Severe Tire Damage 10 years ago. DAMN.
This, of course, had to be the weekend that the my favorite lesbians came down from Maine to NYC. Saturday night wasn't going to work, so I said that I was up for brunch and shopping on Sunday. They called me at 8:30 am. I don't know that many people in NYC that get up that early on a Sunday. BUT- I was good. I got myself dressed and into midtown by 10:00. While pondering brunch options, I decided that if they were up for alcohol, the Film Center Cafe seemed like a good bet. $8 all you can drink mimosas, sangria, bloody marys, and a few other random morning oriented cocktails with brunch.
By 1:00, we were giggling our asses off as we kept getting refills and wondering why they hadn't kicked us out yet. I haven't been buzzed in awhile, and it was awesome to do it in the middle of the day. We wandered into a bike shop where I bought bright yellow handlebar tape to match the old schwinn I'm rehabing (it still has the original bright yellow tape, but it needs new stuff).
I keep going back and forth between blissful lovey-dovey and cranky-bitchy girlfriend mode. I don't see the boy very often and it drives me nuts. He is oddly content with extremely long phone conversations, but I get irritated without the physical aspects.
I really wanted to hit up Quebec city for winter carnival, but right now, the concept of more travel seems daunting. I need some serious time spent sleeping and getting back to normal.
I'm currently waiting for the apartment to warm back up. When I go away, I turn the heat down to 53 degrees F.
I don't realize how cold it is initially until I decide to take a shower...and then I decide to turn it up to about 70. I then may or may not completely forget about until sometime in the early morning when I wake up sweating and wondering why the place is so damn hot for winter.
I was home for less than 24 hours this weekend, though. My co-worker picked me up from the airport Saturday night and we headed to a TMBG show (she had an extra ticket and figured I would be the only person weird enough to want to go). It was lot of fun, but we had to shell out a ton for parking, and I didn't know a lot of the later songs- I kept feeling very old (despite seeing a ton of gray hairs in the audience) because I remember listening to Severe Tire Damage 10 years ago. DAMN.
This, of course, had to be the weekend that the my favorite lesbians came down from Maine to NYC. Saturday night wasn't going to work, so I said that I was up for brunch and shopping on Sunday. They called me at 8:30 am. I don't know that many people in NYC that get up that early on a Sunday. BUT- I was good. I got myself dressed and into midtown by 10:00. While pondering brunch options, I decided that if they were up for alcohol, the Film Center Cafe seemed like a good bet. $8 all you can drink mimosas, sangria, bloody marys, and a few other random morning oriented cocktails with brunch.
By 1:00, we were giggling our asses off as we kept getting refills and wondering why they hadn't kicked us out yet. I haven't been buzzed in awhile, and it was awesome to do it in the middle of the day. We wandered into a bike shop where I bought bright yellow handlebar tape to match the old schwinn I'm rehabing (it still has the original bright yellow tape, but it needs new stuff).
I keep going back and forth between blissful lovey-dovey and cranky-bitchy girlfriend mode. I don't see the boy very often and it drives me nuts. He is oddly content with extremely long phone conversations, but I get irritated without the physical aspects.
I really wanted to hit up Quebec city for winter carnival, but right now, the concept of more travel seems daunting. I need some serious time spent sleeping and getting back to normal.
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you seem to be the cat lady since you moved away. i'm sort of jealous.