Beetbabies

Charla and Tara (name that reference!)'s friendship hails back to the days of yore, to nursery rhymes and toys, scrunched hair and entire cakes. Now living in two different cities, sharing our urban and semi-urban adventures. Basically, conversations about low-calorie snacks and boys, with random other things sprinkled in.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

weekend highlights

Three course wine & cheese pairing, with braised veal cheeks which I apparently adore

The best french toast of my life; it literally melted on my tongue

Brie fondue

Guessing whether a costumed Marilyn Monroe was a man or a woman

Watching a girl wipe out down an entire flight of stairs

Having The Friend give The Southerner the third degree and giving approval

Catching up on Laguna Beach

In nusta news, I may be going to Miami in a couple weeks and therefore need to lose some serious poundage. Just got back from the gym (where I scored the best treadmill, the corner one with the view of BoCo, thankyouverymuch): run 5 miles, elliptical 30. I hope I'm flipping the switch ON.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

dear amicus (r.i.p.), remind me why suicide is not an option

  • ExBoy now has new cuddling/happy photos posted with a Seriously Unattractive Girl on facebook.
  • The one guy I genuinely like (The Southerner) is apparently considering getting back together with his ex-girlfriend. (Why oh why didn't I listen to you from the beginning?!)
  • Work seriously sucks yet they refuse to fire me and I want to find another job before I quit.
  • T has sabotaged my social life.
  • I am enormous and can't flip the healthy switch.
  • My birthday is quickly approaching and I am getting OLD.

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

stant sosh

thank you thank you thank you for my fabulous early-birthday dinner!

potato and goat cheese pierogis with truffle creme fraiche!
french onion soup dumplings!
butternut squash ravioli with caramelized pecans and vanilla sauce!
"haute" twinkies & hostess cupcakes & snowflakes!
peanut brittle sundae!

worth every calorie.

(for the record, i think that signifies both the beginning and the end of the celebration of birthday festivities, despite the fact that my official birthday isn't for another week.)

Friday, October 20, 2006

how am i supposed to respond to this email?

"i'm trying really hard to put it in the past. b/c despite any of our
differences in the past/present, i love you a ton. i really do. that
is something you have to know.

but i'm hurt. and i cant help but wonder if there is just something
fundamentally haunting this friendship. Aside from The Southern stuff, I
cant help but wonder if you see me as an essentially different person
than you are.

i just need some time. i'll call. be well in the meantime."

because all i want to say is, HEY, FUCK YOU, don't bother.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

DTR

"The Talk" with The Southern did not go as expected.

(Since you haven't met him, let me just tell you: The Southern is a rumpled button- down shirt, back porch, swig of bourbon kind of guy. He's charming but nerdy, he's witty, he makes me laugh.)

The Plan for The Talk was to either break things off completely. I prepared by buying myself roses to say they were from a secret admirer. Minutes before he arrived, I revised The Plan to be that I would be honest with him about how I was feeling (i.e. that I like him), and give him the chance to reciprocate the feelings; if he reciprocated, things would continue. Seconds before he arrived, I panicked. I got moody, I got grumpy, I pouted. Unfortunately, this is why I like him: he puts up with me.

We drank wine. He brought a greasy bag of french fries. I stopped pouting. Essentially, I told him that I couldn't be with him if I thought he was hooking up with other people. Of course he's not hooking up with other people, that's not the point, the point is that I wanted him to say that he wanted to be exclusive. Yes, I realize I'm insane, let's move on. Things went as planned. I told him that I was afraid to ask anything of him because of his previous girlfriend-ed situation. In the weirdest but yet most convincing argument ever, he told me that the fact that he had had feelings for me while he was with her meant that his feelings for me were strong. He said the Friend Situation made it such that our relationship now can only be about 60% of what it could be otherwise (i.e. I can never go over there, he can't go out with my friends, it is resigned to sneaking around). He said he wanted me to stop going on dates (my last one is in an hour, don't ask), but that I had to be patient with him, this takes time, he was with her for a while, etc. We had a really wonderful time, cuddled, laughed, kissed. (For the record, there has still been no reciprocity of the OS.)

Now I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I had totally resolved to stop seeing him because of the Friend Situation and now I feel like I would be an idiot to let him go altogether. He gets me. He gets that I love to go out to eat, at dives and fancy restaurants; he gets that when I say I'm totally stuffed, it means I want dessert; he gets that when I pout, I need to be told to use my words; he gets what it takes to make me giggle; he gets that I need to curl up last thing at night and first thing in the morning... okay, this will clearly take a whole post, but in the meantime I need to go prep for my date with Bowtie Man.

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