pages to burn and belgian beer
Today was, all in all, not bad. I talked to a (new) friend of mine and the whole Saturday-fun-plan's being cancelled was explained. Still, he seemed a bit down, which was understandable, but I hope for him won't last too long.
I got up around 10:30/11 am and the day started off normally. Basically I was looking for something to do. Of course, I could have done work for school and tried to get ahead, but I just wasn't into it. It wasn't a weekend of accomplishment, career-wise. Called Mom to see if she wanted to come hang out in my clean apartment and maybe go shopping, but she was already going to see Harry Potter with Dad. I had no interest in joining them. I'm sure HP is good, but I'm funny about caving to mass fads like that. Yes, I did see LOTR...very inconsistent here, but no one's keeping tabs on me.
I started reading over a sort of journal I started keeping over a year ago, about a month and a half after the breakup with my ex. It was in the form of letters to him...about 100 pages total. I decided that while there was still some truth in there, most of it was crap and should be burned...
Attempted to call my friend Steve from college, but he wasn't home and hadn't enabled voicemail yet on his new number. Then I thought someone was calling me, but it was just a wrong number. I thought about calling Annie, but then she called me. I just asked if she wanted to go out and do something. We usually just talk for an hour or more on the phone, and I felt like getting out. So we went out for a late lunch...took a walk from her house to our super-exciting "downtown" area. We decided to throw caution to the wind and have beer with lunch, which was pretty good. We ate outdoors and the weather was just right for it. I had a Leffe blond and I was hoping people didn't think I was being pretentious. I just knew that I had had that beer before in Belgium and liked it. It was "kruidig" and interesting, as I thought I remembered. And, of course, much more expensive on this side of the water.
We walked around, trying to stay close to the water, but that wasn't really possible because of all the private property. The waterfront here sucks. We looked at some Victorian-style houses and started heading back. We stopped in for homemade Italian ice-cream at this pizza place. I had a cone with pistachio and it was very flavorful compared to the default you get at the Chinese restaurant sometimes (the only other place I can think of where you sometimes get pistachio). She told me she thought the guy serving the ice cream was cute. For me, as I understood. I just smiled.
We walked back to her place then, and stood in the street talking for another 30 mins. Brevity isn't one of the virtues of conversations between Annie and me. I tried to explain the concept of OK Cupid to her, and she was totally stunned that such a thing existed. Of course, she was also really impressed by the idea of livejournal, as I recall. Not that I would want her to see my lj or my Ok Cupid profile, but I like to explain this stuff to her. She in turn tells me about all the places she's travelled to, about theatre and people she's worked with and known. It's a fair trade.
I have to teach tomorrow, but I just feel sort of disconnected from it all. Like I'm treading water. That doesn't make sense to others, perhaps, but it's the best I can do to describe my feeling. Still need to cry at some point...
I got up around 10:30/11 am and the day started off normally. Basically I was looking for something to do. Of course, I could have done work for school and tried to get ahead, but I just wasn't into it. It wasn't a weekend of accomplishment, career-wise. Called Mom to see if she wanted to come hang out in my clean apartment and maybe go shopping, but she was already going to see Harry Potter with Dad. I had no interest in joining them. I'm sure HP is good, but I'm funny about caving to mass fads like that. Yes, I did see LOTR...very inconsistent here, but no one's keeping tabs on me.
I started reading over a sort of journal I started keeping over a year ago, about a month and a half after the breakup with my ex. It was in the form of letters to him...about 100 pages total. I decided that while there was still some truth in there, most of it was crap and should be burned...
Attempted to call my friend Steve from college, but he wasn't home and hadn't enabled voicemail yet on his new number. Then I thought someone was calling me, but it was just a wrong number. I thought about calling Annie, but then she called me. I just asked if she wanted to go out and do something. We usually just talk for an hour or more on the phone, and I felt like getting out. So we went out for a late lunch...took a walk from her house to our super-exciting "downtown" area. We decided to throw caution to the wind and have beer with lunch, which was pretty good. We ate outdoors and the weather was just right for it. I had a Leffe blond and I was hoping people didn't think I was being pretentious. I just knew that I had had that beer before in Belgium and liked it. It was "kruidig" and interesting, as I thought I remembered. And, of course, much more expensive on this side of the water.
We walked around, trying to stay close to the water, but that wasn't really possible because of all the private property. The waterfront here sucks. We looked at some Victorian-style houses and started heading back. We stopped in for homemade Italian ice-cream at this pizza place. I had a cone with pistachio and it was very flavorful compared to the default you get at the Chinese restaurant sometimes (the only other place I can think of where you sometimes get pistachio). She told me she thought the guy serving the ice cream was cute. For me, as I understood. I just smiled.
We walked back to her place then, and stood in the street talking for another 30 mins. Brevity isn't one of the virtues of conversations between Annie and me. I tried to explain the concept of OK Cupid to her, and she was totally stunned that such a thing existed. Of course, she was also really impressed by the idea of livejournal, as I recall. Not that I would want her to see my lj or my Ok Cupid profile, but I like to explain this stuff to her. She in turn tells me about all the places she's travelled to, about theatre and people she's worked with and known. It's a fair trade.
I have to teach tomorrow, but I just feel sort of disconnected from it all. Like I'm treading water. That doesn't make sense to others, perhaps, but it's the best I can do to describe my feeling. Still need to cry at some point...