Monday, June 1, 2009
On a bad idea and a great date.
Funny, I intended to keep a good, accurately blogged account of the time spent living with my parents, which I assumed would be short. I assumed I'd have all sorts of free time and all sorts of insights and that I'd take to blogging like a baby wolverine to human flesh (baby wolverines are terrifying and can kill you, right?), but then I actually moved in here, and I started having a life -- mind you, not my own life, not with the kind of social activities that normally comprise a twentysomething's agenda, but a life full of U-14 soccer games and grocery shopping with my dad and staying up far too late with my mother and going to school. Also, turns out running can just completely take over your life. Weird.
So here I am.
And what, besides the beligerance of CSH, has inspired me to blog?
I'm going to a wedding this weekend.
Mind you, I go to many weddings every weekend. The sort-of job I sort-of got with my totally legit college degree happens to be catering waitressing, so I go to more weddings than Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson combined and participate in significantly fewer antics. But this wedding came with far less notice, and is far more happily recieved.
The person getting married is the woman who taught me my first lessons in newspaper design, which is a surprise in and of itself -- despite her extensive religiosity, she's never struck me as the marrying kind. I guess we will all one day hit 26 and make poor choices.
I'm 22 and I can make poor choices now. Namely agreeing to go with the person who asked me to this delightful affair, a man often described as the most persistent problem in my life. That's a thing.
He proposed the idea at 2 a.m., after an hour or so of random catching up chatter, a thing we do a lot -- he calls me exhausted and is reminded of how funny I am, because somehow my jokes are always spot-on after midnight, and I am reminded that I'm a human being. He has that magical superpower, the power to make me feel like myself, which has been a rare feeling since I prematurely started behaving like an adult, an effort which I could obviously not keep up for long.
So every time I drink too much, it's his number I call first. And apparently, it's my number he dialed when he couldn't stand another wedding alone.
Which is both understandable and acceptable to me. It's also exciting. It's been six months. I can't wait to see him.
The big question now is: what do I wear?
Thursday, April 2, 2009
On Muderopolis.
Wait, will I ever get my act together? Chances are no, but, you know. I can't possibly live with my parents forever (oh god, I hope I didn't just curse myself).
In any case, here are my favorite things about Minneapolis:
Eating
Forewarning: All the places I eat in Mpls are vegitarian/vegan, so trying to gague my suggestions for CSH's bacon-loving palate was difficult.
Do you want to eat breakfast? Good, because breakfast is the meal most worth eating in the Twin Cities. My personal favorites are the Sunny Side Up Cafe (blue corn pancakes, god's gift to humanity in french toast form -- 2704 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis), Victor's 1959 Cafe (Cuban food appropriate for any time of day, but breakast is my favorite), the Keys Cafe (a little bit of everything, ridiculously charming, 821 Marquette Ave. or 500 Robert St. N.) and, of course, the Uptown bar & cafe (the universe's most glorious caramel rolls and bloody marys).
My favorite place to eat lunch is the Bad Waitress. Because it's more breakfast food. I don't care if that's redundant. I love breakfast!
Easiest and most tasty dinner option: Pizza Luce. If you want to get complicated but still tasty, I eat a lot of Thai food (Sawatdee or Amazing Thailand, 3024 Hennepin Ave.). Chino Latino (2916 Hennepin Ave. S.) is also a serious favorite.
Post-boozing midnight snack will come from Little Tiajuana (17 E 26th St.). Trust me. It will be the most glorious thing you've ever put in your mouth.
Making Merry
Minneapolis Institute of Art.
Walker Art Center.
That's all you need. Really.
Shopping
This is certainly not a comprehensive post. I could do an entire post of just my reviews of gay bars. And maybe I should. But CSH needs to know where to get breakfast, and that's a start.
Have fun classics-ing, pretty lady!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
On love incarnate and wisdom in Greek.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
On the smell of childhood.
Friday, March 20, 2009
On blogging.
What will I blog about? Probably the same stuff I twitter about, but with more words. And pictures!
For example, here's what I have to say today:
Well, last official day of spring break. Ah, that day when you evaluate what you have done with your spring break and realize that most of it was spent laying prostrate on your couch thinking about how sore you are. To be fair, I did get a great deal of running done this week (three 4-mile days, one lazy 2-miler and a day off), and in the process of delivering fliers for Run, Rock and Stroll (Des Moines' Best 5k/10k, benefitting the Heart Connection Children's Cancer Programs), I got hit on by roughly 10,000 creepy guys working at the front desks of health clubs and made a new BFF (the manager of several of the local Nutrishops -- saw her repeatedly, we're tight).
Speaking of my new BFF, I keep having life-affirming conversations. I got woken up at 1:30 in the morning to hear a drunken voice I hadn't heard in awhile but definitely needed to hear on St. Patrick's Day. My brother unexpectedly reminded me that I don't deserve to be on the JV team when it comes to things that are important to me, and that I need to do something about the way I'm being treated when it comes to the hard work I do and the impressive skillz that I possess. Also, Caleb and I have been watching bootleg DVDs of Season 4 of Boy Meets World, and if anything is life affirming, it's sure as hell Boy Meets World.
Also, holy eating, I need to get my act back together when it comes to my diet... this week got a little off-track. While my flourless vegan chocolate cake may contain more legumes in a serving than most Americans will consume in a week, it also contains a whole package of chocolate chips. I fastidiously keep daily Calorie counts (yes, I am well aware of how eating-disordered that is, and yes, I know I am predisposed to those, genetically if not just socially, but, well, there are things I like to know), and, according to Fuhrman, my anti-allergy diet guy, I should be banking about 500 less than I am this week. I've gained 7 lbs. back since my trip to Kirksville, which was the begining of my backslide -- all that booze. It was necessary for my own mental health (Kirksville is a hard place to go back to, especially when you illogically want to stay), just like the cake was this week (Facebook is a cruel, cruel mistress, taunting me with the things I'd rather not see -- especially not with all those rounded corners). So stop hatin' on my countin', I'm being healthy. Back to being less fat, though.
God, I love Boy Meets World. So great.
Well, there's that. Consider me bloggin'. But now, I should sleep or something, so peace out, blogosphere. Consider me outie 5000.