Today was absolutely lovely, although I realized when I finally sat down at my desk (at nine p.m.) that I had a ton of work that I should have done this weekend that I can't possibly finish. Sigh. This is like being at my old job, only without the paycheck or benefits or free meals or coworkers to distract me from my occasional malaise.
Luckily, I'm over my malaise from last week - or if I'm not over it, I've at least hit it over the head with a shovel and buried it in the deepest recesses of my heart (where it will sleep, Balrog-like, until I delve too deep into my own fears and insecurities and lure it back out to destroy me) (Mom, that's a Lord of the Rings reference, since you might be the only person who reads this blog and didn't know that - but I still love you).
With two parenthetical statements in a row, it's time to restart this entry. Today was absolutely lovely. I got up earlier than usual, at the ungodly hour of eight a.m., and had breakfast with Claudia (aka Claude the Fraude, aka Santy Claude). V. longtime readers of this blog will remember Claudia as my sometime roommate and bff who moved to New Haven several years ago to pursue a PhD in science (science!), and so she makes many fewer appearances than she did in ye olde days of wine and roses (and shrimp and feet). She was in town for a conference and came up to spend the morning with me. The morning turned into the entire day; we had breakfast at Moulin (formerly Moulin Rouge, but I'm guessing they were threatened with a lawsuit, since they repainted the sign green and removed the 'rouge' reference). Then, we bought champagne and adjourned to Chandlord's, where we drank mimosas and caught up, etc. Katrina and Terry showed up for book club, and we spent a somber hour discussing MAUS I and II (boo holocaust, but yay mimosas and friends? it was a very confusing morning).
Post book club, Terry and Katrina disappeared into the vast and sinful city, and Claude, Chandlord and I continued to enjoy each others' company over coffee at Philz Coffee on Van Ness. The line was extremely long, but we scored a comfy couch in the corner and caught up on all sorts of topics over iced coffees (mint mojito for me, ginger snap for them). Finally, though, we had to part ways; Claude had dinner plans with her mom and brother, Chandlord had fancy dinner plans at some fancy restaurant, and I was an hour later than usual calling my parents. They were eating supper, so they called me back, and we talked until my mom abruptly hung up so she could watch "The Good Wife" (her priorities are clear). So I went downstairs, ate an Amy's enchilada, and watched TV with Terry -- we started with "How I Met Your Mother", then watched the new "Next Iron Chef". It turned out to be AMAZING -- the ten contestants are possibly the best cast I've ever seen on a cooking competition, and the second half of the show (an iron chef cookoff between the lowest two scorers in the first half) was one of the most intense things I've seen in awhile. I love love love it, and can't recommend it highly enough if you're into Top Chef and its ilk.
And now I should really go to bed -- I'm going to a conference tomorrow morning, and while it's in the city, it starts at 8:30am, which means i need to get up at like...6:15 or something. Ugh. Goodnight!
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