But it all worked out
Sunday Night Chili last night started out as a bit of a comedy of errors, or, as I'm choosing to think about it, a chance for me to exercise my relaxed-hostessing muscles. Within two hours of start time, two guests canceled and my neighbor was like, "hey, can my kid and I come to chili?" Which, fine, there was space, except they're vegetarians and I had already prepped for chicken chili (and, really, there's an RSVP deadline of Saturday night to prevent these kinds of surprises). And one other guest spilled coffee on the halva she was planning to bring for dessert! But it all worked out; the neighbors just came for a drink and then went home, and someone else brought berry cake that supplemented the halva that escaped the coffee spill, and the group that showed up for dinner was so much fun-one choir person I've known for years but am juuuust becoming real friends with, one person who's new to First Pres and trying to get plugged in, my choir director, and her delightful teenage son. (We did miss the people who didn't show-I was really excited about this particular combination of church and non-church people-but ah, well. Another time.) Also, the chili was fantastic, if I do say so myself! I took another shot at the SK chicken chili, pressure-cooking it this time, and it turned out perfectly. All this to say, things have mostly gone pretty smoothly thus far, but I also wonder whether, long-term, the motto of Sunday Night Chili will end up being "But It All Worked Out." Which is not a bad motto for a person with strong relaxed-hostessing muscles, I guess?
I had dinner on Friday night with that guy I went out with a couple weeks ago, at a Thai-Lao place between our apartments. It was rough going at first-he seemed nervous, or just awkward and quiet, and I was beginning to have flashbacks of various dinners with Terry-but loosened up eventually, and it was a warm night, and we ended up taking a walk around the neighborhood after dinner. I wouldn't call it a super-inspiring evening, which probably isn't a great sign for a second date, but he's nice and handsome and all that. We'll see!
Otherwise, I had no plans for the weekend, which of course means I packed it full of random stuff-lunch with my parents, and a walk to the library, and finally donating renovation leftovers to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, and planting some herbs in the pot by the front door, and making the fabric liners for the glass-door shelving in the kitchen (it looks GREAT, you guys), and doing a medium-deep clean of my apartment, and going for a run, and getting my glasses tightened. I started both a short book of British history and The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, to cover all my genre bases, and sat in the yard with a cold drink and read, which I recommend. Oh, and I started Younger! Which I'm loving very much so far, even though I absolutely don't know what to do with Hilary Duff. Also: I probably would have started sooner if someone had told me there's a Karl Ove Knausgaard character, because that is VERY specific and funny to me, and I cannot wait to see what the show has to say about him. (I say this because I have a lot of thoughts on Karl Ove Knausgaard while also steadfastly refusing to read any of his books. I'm very comfortable with this decision.) (But also, don't do it, Hilary Duff! Even though your boyfriend is the worst.)
I had dinner on Friday night with that guy I went out with a couple weeks ago, at a Thai-Lao place between our apartments. It was rough going at first-he seemed nervous, or just awkward and quiet, and I was beginning to have flashbacks of various dinners with Terry-but loosened up eventually, and it was a warm night, and we ended up taking a walk around the neighborhood after dinner. I wouldn't call it a super-inspiring evening, which probably isn't a great sign for a second date, but he's nice and handsome and all that. We'll see!
Otherwise, I had no plans for the weekend, which of course means I packed it full of random stuff-lunch with my parents, and a walk to the library, and finally donating renovation leftovers to the Habitat for Humanity ReStore, and planting some herbs in the pot by the front door, and making the fabric liners for the glass-door shelving in the kitchen (it looks GREAT, you guys), and doing a medium-deep clean of my apartment, and going for a run, and getting my glasses tightened. I started both a short book of British history and The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, to cover all my genre bases, and sat in the yard with a cold drink and read, which I recommend. Oh, and I started Younger! Which I'm loving very much so far, even though I absolutely don't know what to do with Hilary Duff. Also: I probably would have started sooner if someone had told me there's a Karl Ove Knausgaard character, because that is VERY specific and funny to me, and I cannot wait to see what the show has to say about him. (I say this because I have a lot of thoughts on Karl Ove Knausgaard while also steadfastly refusing to read any of his books. I'm very comfortable with this decision.) (But also, don't do it, Hilary Duff! Even though your boyfriend is the worst.)