Thursday, October 31, 2013

Unceremoniously Yours

I say the only man in my life for the past 5 years has been Manhattan.

And I acknowledge that I'm in a long term relationship with my day job as an Agent. 

My entry to life in the Big Apple was pretty fanfare-less.  My roomie and I toasted with wine in these mugs our moms had bought us before our moves to Manhattan circa Labor Day 2008:


I came with a flip phone and a bag of dreams, as my bff would say, and I was on my A-Game.  It was like when I first got to college and auditioned for and was cast in Godspell as a freshman.  There was a fire in me as bright as the color blonde I'd recently dyed my hair on my second trip to Brisbane, Australia.

I'm not sure what happened in five years.  Where the spunk went, how the dreams changed, when I realized I was only passing through.

But I'll go as unceremoniously and feeling as kick-ass as I did when I came.

So that's fun, huh?

Happy Halloween from this BAMF Boston Blonde.  Go Sox and goodbye & good riddance October!


Thursday, October 24, 2013

I'm Over October

I pretty much always am by this time in the 10th calendar month of the year.

And maybe right now I feel particularly strongly about this because first of all it's FREEZING in my apartment thanks to the imperfect science that is heat in the city, second of all Mercury's in Retrograde from here till mid November, and third of all because I don't have any travel on the books till the weekend of Nov 9th and I'm always antsy when staying put for more than 2 weeks at a time, but I'm pretty sure it's just an annual itch I get.

Because November brings all my favorite things.  And October's just like the Connecticut to my NY - Boston and Boston - NY drive.  A big ol' stupid chunk of time spent in limbo.

To move the month along, I'm not watching the World Series till game 3 and I'm not observing Halloween, and I'm wearing fuzzy socks like these ones every damn day.  Thank goodness I get a new pair every year from my Nanny Janny in her mystery Christmas giftbag:


Thursday, October 17, 2013

Sign of 29

Yep.  That neck pain I had in August.  This rolled ankle I got stepping off the damn bus from NYC last night.  These are things that would never have happened ten years ago or even two.

But in case I've been living in denial that I'm down to my last year as a twentysomething, the old bag of bones has taken it upon itself to give me a sharp reminder. 

And so I'm hobbling and just hoping that a weekend of rest (outside of dancing at this year's barn wedding of the century on Saturday) will have me back in ninja shape for some more sad dog and porn starring with my friends at http://markfisherfitness.com/snatched-in-6-weeks/