Ok, my new official goal in life (this changes daily) is to someday have a job that lands me in Soho. It’s so much more intriguing and pretty than bland old midtown. This goes hand-in-hand with my great desire to someday have a job where I can dress creatively, and wear jeans on Friday. I have modest hopes and dreams.
Went to girls’ group again today. ‘Twas crowded and good. I order a big hazelnut iced coffee (black, of course) and an untoasted bagel with butter for a modest fee and smush around the table with twelve other girls, college-grad aged and up, and we chatter and talk about Romans and things like that. Bizzarely, I was able to drag myself out of bed at 5:30 am and would have been there by 7am but I inadvertantly got on the N train, which does not stop at Prince Street at 7am but continues on to Union Square and I had to take a cab back down. Whoops.
Currently reading Paste’s 100 Songwriters Issue and greatly enjoying it. I’m inspired to start backtracking and listening to all these musicians. I need a much broader base of knowledge before I can write about music well. I have a very deep knowledge of classical music and next to nothing when it comes to music from 1950 to about 2001. I barely recognize the Beatles when they hit me over the head (figuratively, though how cool would that be?). Must improve.
I did spend the subway commute listening to Damien Rice’s O. Tom downloaded Unplayed Piano (Rice & Lisa Hannigan), which I annoying forgot to transport to my iPod but listened to yesterday and loved loved loved. So I had to listen to O again, and it is tres fantastic.
After dinner last night, Tom worked on cleaning up his stuff that is at my apartment (i.e., DVDs, boxes of tidbits, office supplies) and I worked on getting framework laid down for a couple of big web projects that I’m tackling this summer. I am so glad to be back in the saddle, so to speak, and picking up web design again. I missed it.
But we had a total brainstorm about how we can rearrange the apartment once we have real furniture. We’re still trying to work out the details, but I think he’s brilliant. (He is.)
Someday, somehow, someone will return my calls about wedding reception sites, and we’ll have a wedding date. Labor Day weekend does seem to be the best candidate at the moment. Till then, stay tuned.