I don’t really have time; I’ve been fighting a recalcitrant internet connection for the better part of the last hour and, much like the Law, the recalcitrant internet connection won. But! I had to blog my Epic Win… Michael and I have rings! They are beautiful and round (what else do you want in a ring?) and all I want to do is go home so that I can wear mine. Counting down days.
Well, I took a zumba class. While everyone else sexily gyrated and swayed and hulaed their way gracefully around the room, I resembled nothing so much as a cross between the chimney sweeps legging their way across Mary Poppins’s rooftops and the ostrich ballerinas from Fantasia… all while turning cherry tomato-red and blowing like a whale in labor… and at least the chimney sweeps and ostriches smiled throughout! So much for zumba.
I could and should do an entire post, several entire posts about seeing Tears for Fears live last Friday. My mother and 3 brothers went to Atlantic City (a hilarious joke of a sorry excuse for a wannabe Vegas) to the House of Blues… I know this will elicit disbelieving “Well, what did you think it would be like?”s from across the globe, but the House of Blues in Atlantic City sure is different from the H.O.B. in Boston or the one in New Orleans… and I thought those places were too corporate. Anyway, they opened with a brief Mad World interlude and then… Everybody Wants to Rule the World… and then, Sowing the Seeds of Love… and then, Advice for the Young at Heart! They managed to throw in Break It Down Again in the second half and the first encore was Woman In Chains (and if you think I didn’t squeal like a leetle girl, than you just don’t know!). The songs that we didn’t know were all as excellent as the ones we did. Roland and Curt are looking well and sounding better and I love to see my mother so happy. Nothing feels like live music does; I can’t do it justice right now, but, just… moments of xwane!
Welcome to the world, Baby Bird Jonah and Kittycat Naomi, who lived up to the hype!
Okay, let’s do this again sometime!
We have moved into our new apartment on Pine Street and it is lovely to step outside and be in Rittenhouse. It is lovely to have such quiet at night. It is lovely to be so close to the supermarket, the synagogue, the train station, my friends, coffee, beer, sushi, pad thai, MAC. The apartment itself is cool and dark during the day and golden and breezy at night. As soon as we have somewhere for you to sit, please come by!
When so long has gone by without a post, I like to just throw in as much as possible. I do think that, in spite of our decision to forgo Internet at the new apartment, I will post more regularly for the sheer pleasure of it… but until then…
1) I’ve become a coffee drinker… only of the most mild, milky, namby-pamby type (small iced soy latte), but the regular stop on the way to the train and the ensuing cheeriness have become the best part of the morning. However, at $3.40 a pop, it may not be sustainable.
2) I’m entering my 4th week of using baking soda and vinegar instead of shampoo and my hair looks excellent (Full disclosure: when I say excellent, I don’t mean better than before; it looked plenty healthy before. It does stay clean longer, though, which is surprising, as hot and sweaty as it’s been). Try it! If only I felt as confident about my new haircut!
3) Just for the record, because silence may be taken as tacit agreement, I personally believe that kissing someone who is not your spouse without your spouse’s voluntarily given permission is a cataclysmic event. It absolutely is. There was little else about this particular case that I judge so harshly as this wilful blindness or inability to admit. I didn’t judge the actions themselves so harshly as I judge their description. Oh well, people is people.
4) On the other hand, this has helped define some of the parameters of marriage that still seem blurred. Getting married means that I can’t leave you, not that I won’t ever want to. It means I am choosing to be miserable for years if it would ultimately help. I truly can’t wait.
Tomorrow, hopefully an update on where and why I am taking zumba classes!
