People, this is serious. I have a problem. I can't stop buying cameras. Somehow I managed to acquire 4 cameras in less than 48 hours. It started when I bought the pop-art camera and the DIY Pinhole camera because I had been wanting them for a little while. Then talking about it with my friend, she told me her Mom had a 1950's Brownie Bullet, and would I want it? Damn skippy. I even found a place online that still sells 127 film (albeit for $6.99 a roll plus shipping, yikes). Score! Saturday brought a flurry of flea markets and yard sales where I found a sweet little Vivitar for only $3! And just this very second, while looking online for a photo of that Vivitar, I discovered that camera is worth about $89. I think I got myself a bargain. And you all know that to me thriftiness and bargains are like obtaining Nirvana.
Friday night was a happy hour that initially I had been looking forward to, but once there found myself feeling less than enthusiastic. I ended up feeling sort of detached and out of place, something that was not helped when I coworker who I don't get to see much sat down next to me and started in on the whole "So why are you not dating anyone" line of questioning. Two drinks and an appetizer later I was ready to book out of there. I settled in at home on the couch with Dill and a book, cozy and content until I realized that the couch, Dill, and the book are all very probable reasons for why I'm not dating anyone.
Saturday morning was filled with the aforementioned thrifty goodness. After several good finds (I also got books, shocker, and an interesting piece of original art) I headed to Whole Foods to buy the necessary ingredients for guacamole (second only to perhaps Maryanne's, my guacamole is AWESOME, yo), only none of the avocadoes were ripe. Seriously, none of them. I must have stood there for 20 minutes and felt up all the avocadoes. Then I remembered Rachel Ray saying something about forcing avocadoes to ripen if you keep them in a paper bag for a couple of hours. So I bought everything anyway and tried my hand at it. I am here to tell you that Rachel Ray LIES. Or else I am smoking crack and was imagining her telling me that. The avocadoes remained as hard as rocks, and no matter how I tried — microwaving them, whatever — they remained that way, making for the worst guacamole I’ve ever made in my life. I headed over to Stephanie’s then, damned guacamole and all, for the FA Cup finals where I learned that Manchester United is like the New York Yankees of football. No matter, Chelsea won, in overtime and even though Yahoo! Sports effed up the timing for us, we managed to celebrate the win anyway by downing Heinekens and a viewing of the British Acting Mafia in Love, Actually.
After all the British fun and goodness I raced home to change and headed off to an Anniversary party where imbibing two chocolate martinis, two glasses of chardonnay, and a glass of champagne reminded me that alcohol is a depressant and despite an awesome darts victory against Christopher earlier in the evening, left me feeling sad. Once at home I tried to rectify my mood with some cherries and a couple episodes of My Name is Earl, but nothing doing. I glumly headed off to bed, where I lay listening to moody music on my iPod until Fate stepped in. Fate had Becky call me at 1:30am on her way home from bar hopping, and while we didn’t talk about my depressing mood (I doubt I could have put a finger on what was bothering me anyway) just hearing her voice and chatting helped me immensely. After hanging up, I switched my iPod over to Monty Python and drifted off to sleep feeling much lighter.
Sunday I woke up early and grumpy. Of all the things that I could do on Sunday, the last thing I felt like doing was heading to a bar. But deep down I did want to go to the bar because I know that my time with my cousin Sean is limited (in the fall he’s headed to the University of Limerick to study Irish music). I dragged myself to Kildare’s where a cup or two of coffee and the brunch buffet dragged my emotional funk away and left me feeling happy and fond of everyone around me. A few Strongbows helped that feeling even more. Sean played excellent and to a good crowd since Cabrini’s graduation was that morning and everyone was coming in for post grad lunches and celebrations. Emma, who usually plays the flute with Sean and Caitlin wasn’t able to come and so a very attractive fiddle/banjo player filled in for her. I think I said all about two words to him, mostly because I was intimidated by him. He was my age, completely self taught, and phenomenal on both instruments. I can’t imagine being that good at anything I’ve taught myself.
It was later than I thought by the time we were done at Kildare’s so I headed home where I crashed out on the couch for a late nap and then a viewing of Match Point, which again somehow managed to depress the shit out of me.
I think I’ve decided that I’m manic-depressive.
Friday night was a happy hour that initially I had been looking forward to, but once there found myself feeling less than enthusiastic. I ended up feeling sort of detached and out of place, something that was not helped when I coworker who I don't get to see much sat down next to me and started in on the whole "So why are you not dating anyone" line of questioning. Two drinks and an appetizer later I was ready to book out of there. I settled in at home on the couch with Dill and a book, cozy and content until I realized that the couch, Dill, and the book are all very probable reasons for why I'm not dating anyone.
Saturday morning was filled with the aforementioned thrifty goodness. After several good finds (I also got books, shocker, and an interesting piece of original art) I headed to Whole Foods to buy the necessary ingredients for guacamole (second only to perhaps Maryanne's, my guacamole is AWESOME, yo), only none of the avocadoes were ripe. Seriously, none of them. I must have stood there for 20 minutes and felt up all the avocadoes. Then I remembered Rachel Ray saying something about forcing avocadoes to ripen if you keep them in a paper bag for a couple of hours. So I bought everything anyway and tried my hand at it. I am here to tell you that Rachel Ray LIES. Or else I am smoking crack and was imagining her telling me that. The avocadoes remained as hard as rocks, and no matter how I tried — microwaving them, whatever — they remained that way, making for the worst guacamole I’ve ever made in my life. I headed over to Stephanie’s then, damned guacamole and all, for the FA Cup finals where I learned that Manchester United is like the New York Yankees of football. No matter, Chelsea won, in overtime and even though Yahoo! Sports effed up the timing for us, we managed to celebrate the win anyway by downing Heinekens and a viewing of the British Acting Mafia in Love, Actually.
After all the British fun and goodness I raced home to change and headed off to an Anniversary party where imbibing two chocolate martinis, two glasses of chardonnay, and a glass of champagne reminded me that alcohol is a depressant and despite an awesome darts victory against Christopher earlier in the evening, left me feeling sad. Once at home I tried to rectify my mood with some cherries and a couple episodes of My Name is Earl, but nothing doing. I glumly headed off to bed, where I lay listening to moody music on my iPod until Fate stepped in. Fate had Becky call me at 1:30am on her way home from bar hopping, and while we didn’t talk about my depressing mood (I doubt I could have put a finger on what was bothering me anyway) just hearing her voice and chatting helped me immensely. After hanging up, I switched my iPod over to Monty Python and drifted off to sleep feeling much lighter.
Sunday I woke up early and grumpy. Of all the things that I could do on Sunday, the last thing I felt like doing was heading to a bar. But deep down I did want to go to the bar because I know that my time with my cousin Sean is limited (in the fall he’s headed to the University of Limerick to study Irish music). I dragged myself to Kildare’s where a cup or two of coffee and the brunch buffet dragged my emotional funk away and left me feeling happy and fond of everyone around me. A few Strongbows helped that feeling even more. Sean played excellent and to a good crowd since Cabrini’s graduation was that morning and everyone was coming in for post grad lunches and celebrations. Emma, who usually plays the flute with Sean and Caitlin wasn’t able to come and so a very attractive fiddle/banjo player filled in for her. I think I said all about two words to him, mostly because I was intimidated by him. He was my age, completely self taught, and phenomenal on both instruments. I can’t imagine being that good at anything I’ve taught myself.
It was later than I thought by the time we were done at Kildare’s so I headed home where I crashed out on the couch for a late nap and then a viewing of Match Point, which again somehow managed to depress the shit out of me.
I think I’ve decided that I’m manic-depressive.
Labels: Catch-up, Girlie behavior, Miscellania, Observations
5 Comments:
Thank you for the compliment and as for RR, yes she does say put the avocado's in a paper bag but you have to leave them well overnight and from my experience for at least 24 hours to get the best consistancy. Other than the bag or just plain getting ripe avocado's, you are shit out of luck because there is no way to speed the process along.
Put your head up in the air and keep it there:) Optimism my dear friend:)
Ugh, I don't know what is wrong with me. Here it is Monday morning and I'm still feeling sad and ick.
Optimism left me a while back.
Yeah, my man Alton says you have to leave them in the paper bag for a few days, I believe. But feeling up avocadoes is always fun!
I love you...lots...like exponential amounts.
I love you lots right back.
I just have a case of the blues for some reason. I am sort of sick of myself, you know? Just tired of my sorry self, wishing that I could just break out of my own body and be different, better, someone else. Do you ever get that way?
I dunno, maybe I'm just hormonal or something. Actually, judging my headache and slight case of nausea, that's probably exactly what it is.
I feel like that a lot, actually.
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