One week into another…

Gen came into town last Friday night and on Saturday we hopped in the Zipcar and headed for New Haven.  After a couple of wrong turns and a little bit of driving in circles, we managed to meet Anita at Atticus Bookstore Cafe for lunch.  The food was delicious and the company was great.  After lunch, we finally got to see Richard II at Yale Rep.  It was a really wonderful production and Gen’s friend Jeffrey was phenomenal.  We then headed back to the city to go to the opera.  This is why we got the Zipcar in the first place, figuring that taking the train would be a gamble.  Of course, neither of us gave a thought to the fact that we were heading back into the city on Saturday night.  Which meant that we got stuck in heinous traffic and didn’t actually make it back in time for the opera.

We were both kind of bummed, because we really wanted to see it, but we made the most of the evening.  We ended up having a decadent dinner at Rosa Mexicano, where the guacamole (made to order at your table) is so addictive there might as well be crack cocaine in it.  The question we asked each other for the rest of the evening was, “How was the opera?”  And the answer?  “The guacamole was delicious!”  Since we couldn’t see Margaret Garner, that meal wasn’t a bad consolation prize.  After dinner, we went back to my apartment and watched a couple episodes of Flight of the Conchords and even that hilarity could not stave off the food induced narcolepsy that suddenly had overcome both of us.  I left Gen to her coma on the futon and dragged myself off to bed.  I think I was asleep before 11pm.  Crazy…

On Sunday, we met the boys for brunch at V*YNL.  Ah, my favorite brunch place ever, with my favorite people.  The best kind of way to spend a weekend day.  Afterwards, Gen and I took a little detour to the Drama Book Shop, where Gen had to buy “a couple” of things.  Which translates into a big honking pile of books.  It was amusing.  Mostly because I didn’t actually spend any money, which is quite unusual for me.  Once Gen left for home, I had the grandiose idea that I would get a ton of things done…cleaning, organizing.  Okay, so I’m delusional.  Instead I took a nap.  And then a new week began.

 Amazingly, it began with a lot less anxiety than I expected.  I actually had most of the details of the upcoming weeks under control.  And I’m not sure why that surprises me so much except for the fact that working for my boss for the past year and being told how useless I am and that I never have my job under control, somehow I started to believe it.  Thing is, I just work for someone who can only feel better about herself by making other people feel worse and in the end it has nothing to do with me.  That was quite the revelation. 

So, here I am, heading into another Friday.  I have to get all the final details under control tomorrow, since it’s my last day in the office for more than a week.  I leave on Monday for a week in Texas (Yippeeta!) and I have a gazillion things to get done in the office and at home before I go.  And as much as the anxiety of everything I need to get done and everything I have to do once I’m in Texas is looming, I guess I’m getting back to myself, because, different than six months ago, now I’m not letting the insidious external voices cloud what I know is true.  I’m competent and this is an event just like any other event that I’ve done.  Which means I can totally handle it.  So, I might actually enjoy this trip to Texas.  Even though I wish I were traveling to somewhere else.  Because Texas?  Hot and full of Republicans.  And me?  I don’t generally enjoy either.  Oh well, I’m sure it will be just fine.  Because a luxury hotel and room service and a week without having to get up to feed the cat isn’t such a bad thing…

Fall Friday…

One of my favorite things over the summer has been Summer Fridays, where our office hours have been 9am-1pm.  I went away a lot this summer, but on weekends in town I usually went to the movies on Friday afternoons.  Something about watching Ocean’s Thirteen in the middle of the day on a weekday feels decadent.  So of course Summer Fridays only last through Labor Day weekend.  Today is the first Fall Friday.  Which means I have to be here ALL DAY LONG.  Now, frankly, I have so much work to do, that it’s not really an issue, but I don’t really WANT to be here. 

Speaking of Labor Day, it was a wonderful weekend.  Anita and I drove up to my sister’s house in New Hampshire and we brought along her dog, Rose, who got along famously with Ziggy.  It was really fun to have two hyper black labs under foot the whole weekend.  They were quite entertaining.  On Saturday we went to Portsmouth, eating and shopping and strolling.  The weather was beautiful.  At first Duncan didn’t want to go with us because he said that all we would do is walk around going into candle shops.  This made all of us crack up, because apparently candle shops are the height of nerdiness in the world of twelve year old boys.  I’ll note that we did not drag him into any candle shops, but did spend quite a lot of time in Macro Polo, which is a dream shop for any non-nerdy pre-teen boy (as well as his geeky aunt). 

On Sunday we made a pilgramage to Mecca Target, so I could get my fill of suburban shopping.  We watched Red Eye on Sunday night, which was a far better movie than I thought it would be.  And Cillian Murphy has some of the creepiest eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.  The rest of the time was spent laughing, bird watching, playing with the dogs, and eating well and a lot.  It was the perfect way to spend the last weekend of summer.  And now, back to the grind…