This weekend was a gift, and as an unexpected present sometimes is, was slightly underwhelming. We had mixed up our dates and instead of staying with friends in Brooklyn and seeing Aziz Ansari at Carnegie Hall - which is happening this coming weekend - we were left alone and without any promisng plans or inspiration. Actually, M decided to go up the coast to drink with one of his oldest friends on Saturday night, leaving me to my own devices, which, as it turns out, is just not as thrilling as it used to be. I walked the dog under a slow-falling flurry, which I knew wouldn't last from the size of the snowflakes. I drank some Effen vodka on the rocks, ate my new snack vice: lightly buttered water crackers, and watched An Education, some of the Miss America Pageant, and SNL. I also spoke on the phone to my grandmother, because I am wild like that. Undrunk and unsatisfied, I went to bed around midnight and read chapters of Little Women on my Kindle. Salacious.
Sunday I woke up already bored, which I hate, but could not quite ameliorate or alter all day. I walked the dog to the store for the Sunday Times, which I unpacked while I cooked thick cut bacon, slow scrambled eggs with chives, and buttered oatmeal toast. We watched Sunday Morning, took another walk, I took a bath and read Vanity Fair (magazine), started a book on the Medieval Period, A World Lit Only By Fire, which is written in a coloquial yet scholarly, therefore interesing style. I read the paper (must get the new Colm Toibin) and made prosciutto and basil pizza, which we ate while watching the Golden Globes, which always makes me feel somewhat worse about my life. Yet I love those shows, for their self-satisfied glamour and pats on the industry back. Pretty ladies and Ricky Gervais! How else to end a sluggish weekend. I don't feel depressed. Boring, perhaps, rather than bored.
Woke up bloated this morning, after eating like an undergraduate marauder for days. Must begin a better regimen. Will begin healthier practices after hitting up the Miss Portland Diner for lunch, in compliance with our blog obligations for the week's assignment. Patty melt + onion rings, yum. I am preparing nothing but chicken, soups and quinoa this week. Tonight, taking Nia with Maggie at the Railroad Building - that group of women is so warm. Tomorrow, I must renew the dog license at City Hall. It is so America there, I love it. Marble, vast and valted ceilings, imposing and cozy, smelling of decades of cigarette smoke, bureaucracy, and freedom. Wednesday, a brow tint and hair consultation. I do wish to cut it all off again. Perhaps not yet. Thursday, I teach Nia at noon, and before class practice freely in the yoga studio. Friday morning I have a meeting to discuss the possiblity of starting a new Nia class athe YMCA and that night, we fly. Here I go.
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