Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Crawl, Walk or Jet.

This email was started yesterday and finished today and I can't be bothered to fix the inconsistencies of writing on two different days so consider this your disclaimer.
So now that I realize that I am not being escorted from the building today (and I had packed up my markers and everything), I guess I could tell you a little bit more about my week so you don't feel denied just b/c I happen to have made a life altering decisions today (see, I can be self-less.)
Now on to talking about me again. 
Last week the biggest "crazy" moment was when I got to work on Tuesday, and around 9:30 am decided I need to fly to Seattle for 24 hours... so I book the flight for later that evening--and perhaps more shockingly, my mother thought it was the most logical decision in the world.  i suppose now, after the fact, leaving my car and clothes and the sign on my door saying "I'll be back." isn't as insane as it looked before. 
Oh, not to say I wasn't an emotional mess.  As many of you heard and saw... especially my father who witnessed me opening a wholesale sized tub of cookie dough, throwing ample amounts into the oven to "warm it up" before topping it off with B&J Cookie Dough ice cream... and when he asked me what I was doing I simply answered "Getting Fat. You in?"
I also tried alcohol.  Starting with a 6 pack on Friday for the Osceola Heights Community Meeting... where I attended solely to make snarky comments, drink, and upload all of Mo's CD's into iTunes.  MISSIONS ACCOMPLISHED.  
Round Two (okay 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7) happened in a lil place called Brooklyn, maybe you've heard of it?  I was thinking on our way back from Brooklyn how awesome New York is in that when I say Brooklyn I really do expect every on in the whole world to have heard of it, and not just b/c they read that a tree grew there.  When I say Lincoln Park (Nate Hollatchyaboy!) or Belltown, I have no such confidences.  Maybe we just have better Marketing?  But I digress.  There was a bit of an 80's bar crawl. 
You can't see it here, but that's totally a Lakeland (HS) 89 sweatshirt that my parents kept in pristine condition before I had my mom cut it all up to fit my idea of how a girl from 80's would sport their outerwear. 
One of the funniest memories in the "morning after revelations game" was from Debina..
Yes.  We were in a glaringly obvious gay bar for quite some time and she didn't even know... classic.  In fact if you look into the upper left hand corner you will be able to see the bar's own special brew... and its colorful logo...
 Now that I've realized that I can easily cut and paste real pictures... Oh IT'S OWWWWN!  (the w's are my way of saying I'm taking this re-discovered accent back to Seattle with me... Can't wait can you!?)
Last night I went walking with Mo, cervezas in hand, both of us needing to take deep gulps every time I greeted a neighbor with an enthusiastic "I quit my job today" in an vain attempt to convince myself I had made the right choice.  I kept trying not to panic, not to hyperventilate.  Sean met me at Grand Central, taking a later train, to show me some support.  I told him my "quitting story."  And I think he was actually disappointed.  I only say this b/c he said "I'm totally disappointed."  Apparently he was hoping for a dramatic removal from my office, angry management, mascara streaked faces.  Perhaps this is why he said "Have you told Mom? I wonder if she'll let you into the house.  Maybe she won't love you anymore."  Man, I am totally going to miss these guys.  :)
If you may recall, I may have complained about walking in the rain without an umbrella in an earlier issue of "You totally care about my life right?" This lead to Briana getting me these super fun and easy to tote umbrella's from the Loft--which I have been toting.  So when I emerged to street level today and there was a downpour, I didn't blink an eye just whipped out my zebra print umbrella and began my walk.  (I have been looking to my iPod lately for enlightenment and empowerment as if the shuffle button is my own little spiritual guidance, and when the Sweet Home Alabama Soundtrack (I heart compilations) provided me with Bring On The Day by Charlotte Martin, I was totally pumped to conquer the rainy day with long strides that eat up the earth.)   Only it was pouring so hard that any drainage that might have wanted to help, couldn't keep up.  Not really needing any signs beyond what was in my hand it took a couple blocks for me to start thinking that this might just be the sign from God telling me I made the right decision b/c a) who wants to have to walk through inclement weather to work every day and b) Seattle doesn't have rain like this.  And so as the rain on the pavement began to soak my jeans, and the water being sucked into the denim started to creep up past me knees, and the water logged material grew heavier, dipping further into the water and making me feel that the weight could actually start to pull my pants down from my hips, I kept thinking that the situation was really funny and then, all of a sudden the song changed and Hakuna Matata started to play and I realized that all was right with the world, even though it might not be right with with my wardrobe. 

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