life lessons from a 3-year-old: flattery, regardless of how off-base, wins people over.
life lessons from a 3-year-old: flattery, regardless of how off-base, wins people over.
i’m no james carville but i think michelle bachmann is slipping because a “blue chips” era nick nolte is running her campaign.
(luke russert—always beating me to the punchline)
(but really, who is that guy?)
october was fine..
solid month..
..i think at least? feelings get a bit lost when relying on iphone pics and foursquare history to recall events a while back. like.. thinking about it harder, i was sick on two separate occasions in october. that wasn’t fun. and thinking about it more, i was in a really anxious mood most of the time vaughn was here because of some uncertain on a project at work.
oh well. i suppose if they aren’t emotions that you can actively recall a few weeks/months later, they must not be that important anyway.
september..
..only 3 more months!
alright alright let’s start 2012 by trying to knock out the last four months of 2011 (good luck, right?).
adam and soni got married on august 27! gorgeous outdoor setting at a vineyard in sebastopol (which meant i had an excuse to spend a good chunk of time at home the week before), and an equally impressive rehearsal dinner venue the night prior. we stayed in a big woodsy house for the weekend, complete with what the owner called a “fairy ring” (a fire pit). i don’t think all of us from willard had been back together since college. (willard is where i lived freshman year. ties run deep—randomly ran into a floormate just last night who i don’t think i ever even talked to, but we effortlessly carried on about our 10-year-old social overlap within the dorm.)
and not that i’m counting, but it marked the fourth wedding i’ve been in. because, you know, i’m such a good friend. (when is everyone in new york gonna realize that?)
they live in the bay area now, adam and soni. the bay is great and they’re happy there certainly, but i miss them! it was so nice having adam on the east coast since college and in particular having him in new york when i moved here. i haven’t been to grimaldi’s since they left.
i’ve never considered myself to be someone who is really really on the hunt to be in a relationship. my answer to that okcupid question about “what do you think about falling in love?” (you know the one) is the “i just let it happen” choice, not the “i want it very much to happen” option. that’s true. there’s something about winter and my so-so peripheral social situation, though, that has me longing a bit more than my historical norm for companionship with a side of intimacy.
back from home original, sitting on my couch in home current.
on the way flew over a home past—chicagoland. at the nighttime high altitude it was spectacular to see both the city’s density of lights and the metro area’s continuing sprawl.
looking south i put my camera phone up to the window and later did some photo editor button-mashing. turned out the ever-ambiguous “interesting,” if nothing else—can’t be a mile deep at all crafts, heh.
adam and soni got married on saturday, august 27! first, though, some other summer happenings from where we left off..
friday, july 29: all of the young people at work visited our other coworker/buddy who a few weeks prior went through a rough accident. now five months later you look at him and would never know anything happened. which is a good thing, recovery—props to him for getting better. i met out-of-towners josh and enzo that night at a friend of a friend’s apartment, the largest apartment i’d ever seen in new york—oh to have space. tyler helped organize this big gay wedding ceremony that saturday—pop up chapel. it was cool to see and tyler was really into it so friends are supposed to support friends, right? i also met his now-boyfriend for the first time there, and then dave holmes bought us all beers. how 5 months can be both a short time (“wow your accident was just 5 months ago? you seem great.”) and a long time (“wow you’ve been dating daniel for 5 months now? it seems like only last weekend you were [redacted] with that [redacted] at [redacted].”).
friday, august 5: we had a going-away party for aydin at work—inside park at st. bart’s is a fun little outdoor venue for the warmer months. the office saw six people leave in my first year—25% attrition sounds high but i think that’s par for the consulting course. at the book of mormon ticket lottery the next afternoon i met two strangers. none of us won tickets so we decided to spend the rest of the day together. that was a nice data point to support my romanticism of meeting people organically. of course, though, both were just visiting new york and outside of facebook i’ll never see them again.
thursday, august 11: the office goes on an annual boat cruise around new york. it’s one of those touristy-sounding things that ends up being very cool. camera phone pictures do absolutely no justice to the views, particularly of lower manhattan at dusk. that weekend mike came to town. a bunch of his friends from home were around so i tagged along. lots of places i had never been—the randolph (meh), peels (meh brunch but great homemade ketchup and cool little drinks), the beer garden under the north end of the high line (the bro watching was extraordinary), red bench (the darkest bar ever), and blue ribbon sushi (good though the highlight was after dinner finding a four-foot african-type wood carving in the trash outside).
oops, no more space for adam and soni..
home for christmas. just me and my parents, our (their?) 15-year-old bird, lots of time in the kitchen and dinners on the table. no brothers or sisters-in-law, no nieces or nephews. eight under one roof is a lot of people (and personality), but it’s enjoyable. alas, gone are the days where all three boys coming home is a sure thing. (i’d be lying, though, if i didn’t say the calmer-than-usual atmosphere is a bit pleasant.)
i turned 28 a few weeks ago. 28! and with each year my shit-eating grin grows a little wider.
(via tylercoates)
Only 89 weeks? Amateur hour. Early season office holiday party. The hours indeed suck but the people are some of the best.
I’ve lived here just about 400 days. 1 out of 4 dinners has come from the same place. Deep-fried chickpeas and oily eggplant and rotation meat is healthy, right?
I’m in DC for Thanksgiving. I like it here. Three Breadline employees remembered me after having not been there for a year. The Hirshhorn is always free. A security guard said to me “Cute outfit.” There’s a 102-panel Warhol exhibit (‘Shadows’) that’s never before been shown in its entirety. And Larry Bell’s vacuum-coated glass pieces disguise gratuitous self-pictures as art appreciation.