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My Weird Week
Sep. 3rd, 2008 10:37 amKatie's visit was a smashing success. I don't think that anyone could live on my couch for 10 days and not need to suffer through any tension between us... but Katie is better than a sister to me. Sisters get on your nerves and know how to push your child hood buttons. Katie makes me laugh and get drunk and cry (in a good way) and get drunk again and get dressed up and girlie. Katie makes my chosen family world go round. So does Rick Webb. I had them together for a few days, and it was awesome.
We spent a few days in Portland last weekend, ate lots of steak, watched lots of pole dancing, and made several new friends with local strippers. It was wild, drunken, ridiculousness. We decided that we love Portland. If I had connections there, I would probably want to move. The food is every bit as delicious as Seattle's, the politics are more organized and liberal, and the people seem to be very warm (this could be because I was giving these nice people a dollar for a good song, a dollar if they got on the pole, a dollar if they hopped on the poles on the ceiling, a dollar if they got upside down, a dollar if they took off their bra during their first song, a dollar if they touched me, a dollar if I developed a crush on them... ect..). I did have trouble finding a hair salon in Portland to get a blowout. When I finally found one, it wasn't terribly pretty and the stylist had been doing hair for 27 years and was still only charging $30 for her service. I tipped the heck out of her and still didn't approach giving her the money I would demand for myself for a blowout in NYC. Of course, she did make me look like a newscaster (I promptly put everything into one of my weird "almost like an old Italian housewife" updos - guys is it weird that I am naturally granny chic?) ... but we had fun talking about hair, for sure.
When I weighed myself (eyes half closed in fear) after Katie left, I was shocked to find that I didn't gain any weight during my 10 day drinking and eating binge. I'm now back on the path of righteousness, weightlifting, and yogafication. Misha will be pleased to know that I have an appointment with a personal trainer (for freeee) tomorrow. But who knows if I'll use the trainer once he charges.
We are currently in 3 day pre-fast mode. After this, we will be in 5 day fast mode. I'll keep colon cleansing details to myself over the next weekish, but if you see me and I'm not quite full of life, know that I'm not quite full of anything, food-wise.
Our beloved cat, Sopor, got accidentally locked out of our apartment yesterday and was left roaming the web of roof decks up above. As she sometimes likes to hide in the secret sweater nests of our closet when it's chilly, we didn't realize very quickly that she was gone when we came home last night. At 11, ready for bed, we realized that she wasn't anywhere to be found and I quickly became hysterical. She's a very small, skittish lady cat; I can't imagine how she must have felt to find that she was locked out! She's only just recently developed nerve enough to go out on the roof in the first place... and that's taken her all summer. We screamed for her on the roof for an hour, posted a photo of her in the elevator, and I lay down for a miserable sleepless pretend sleep. At 2:30 in the morning, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up in bed for active waiting, ears peeled for any sound. Within five minutes, she came down the stairs from the roof talking about how we locked her out and how many adventures she had. She's now grounded until I get some sort of electronic fence around our deck. We will also now do a family roll call every time we close the deck door!
I leave for NYC on Sunday night, but am not making any plans to hang out because I HAVE TO WRITE MY WEDDING VOWS while I'm there. I will also be fasting. Let's chat over haircuts, ok? I can't wait.
That is all. Good Morning!
We spent a few days in Portland last weekend, ate lots of steak, watched lots of pole dancing, and made several new friends with local strippers. It was wild, drunken, ridiculousness. We decided that we love Portland. If I had connections there, I would probably want to move. The food is every bit as delicious as Seattle's, the politics are more organized and liberal, and the people seem to be very warm (this could be because I was giving these nice people a dollar for a good song, a dollar if they got on the pole, a dollar if they hopped on the poles on the ceiling, a dollar if they got upside down, a dollar if they took off their bra during their first song, a dollar if they touched me, a dollar if I developed a crush on them... ect..). I did have trouble finding a hair salon in Portland to get a blowout. When I finally found one, it wasn't terribly pretty and the stylist had been doing hair for 27 years and was still only charging $30 for her service. I tipped the heck out of her and still didn't approach giving her the money I would demand for myself for a blowout in NYC. Of course, she did make me look like a newscaster (I promptly put everything into one of my weird "almost like an old Italian housewife" updos - guys is it weird that I am naturally granny chic?) ... but we had fun talking about hair, for sure.
When I weighed myself (eyes half closed in fear) after Katie left, I was shocked to find that I didn't gain any weight during my 10 day drinking and eating binge. I'm now back on the path of righteousness, weightlifting, and yogafication. Misha will be pleased to know that I have an appointment with a personal trainer (for freeee) tomorrow. But who knows if I'll use the trainer once he charges.
We are currently in 3 day pre-fast mode. After this, we will be in 5 day fast mode. I'll keep colon cleansing details to myself over the next weekish, but if you see me and I'm not quite full of life, know that I'm not quite full of anything, food-wise.
Our beloved cat, Sopor, got accidentally locked out of our apartment yesterday and was left roaming the web of roof decks up above. As she sometimes likes to hide in the secret sweater nests of our closet when it's chilly, we didn't realize very quickly that she was gone when we came home last night. At 11, ready for bed, we realized that she wasn't anywhere to be found and I quickly became hysterical. She's a very small, skittish lady cat; I can't imagine how she must have felt to find that she was locked out! She's only just recently developed nerve enough to go out on the roof in the first place... and that's taken her all summer. We screamed for her on the roof for an hour, posted a photo of her in the elevator, and I lay down for a miserable sleepless pretend sleep. At 2:30 in the morning, I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up in bed for active waiting, ears peeled for any sound. Within five minutes, she came down the stairs from the roof talking about how we locked her out and how many adventures she had. She's now grounded until I get some sort of electronic fence around our deck. We will also now do a family roll call every time we close the deck door!
I leave for NYC on Sunday night, but am not making any plans to hang out because I HAVE TO WRITE MY WEDDING VOWS while I'm there. I will also be fasting. Let's chat over haircuts, ok? I can't wait.
That is all. Good Morning!
