the weekend
• a pretty pair of earings became mine thursday night. i wore them to work on friday along with a breezy summer skirt that showed up at my door via usps last week. i feel like a kept woman. and enjoying every second of it.
• he made the mistake of confessing there was a particular femminist folk-rocker on my iriver that he repeats songs for. he has now been permanently ejected from The Testosterone Club™. s'okay - you can join my club. it'll get you a free seat next to me at the next you-know-who's concert.
• three stylin pairs of shoes were acquired at a shoe sale...and not a single pair were for me.
• friday dinner at on the border in the outdoor bar. the weather was nice, aided and abetted by their misting system, and the food and company were perfect. we have a huge weakness for eating out. it's not really the restaurant food so much as it's a) spending time together in public (i.e. it's a date!), b) lingering over a complete meal, nibbling an appetizer, comparing entrees, and spliting a few bites of a sinful desert, c) him having the opportunity to enjoy a cold draft, d) the pleasure of being ensconced in a booth together, totally focused on each other, with none of the distractions home can have, e) the ritual of it all, especially going home together afterwards.
• i made a denim skirt from a ripped pair of jean that were headed for the trash. i was proud of the idea and fairly pleased with the results. arindam responded with amusement, which i took badly, but i think things are okay now.
• traditional saturday lunch: buffet at sher-e punjab. totally different experience than 'eating out'. this is pure comfort food. sher-e punjab is pretty much an extension of our dining room. life isn't complete without saturday lunch here. i go more than three weeks without samosas and tamarind sauce and i get cranky. and getting the bread fresh when the wrinkled, bescarfed grandmother brings it out is just mmmmmmm. i don't even mind that they don't serve pani puri.
• the question will always remain: what did the fedex dude see?
• went to the mall and emerged an hour or so later having bought only a single cone of ice cream. i don't think that's ever happened before. we're both waiting for paychecks, though, so that probably had a lot to do with it.
• stayed in and ate homemade food and watched unfaithful, mostly because i wanted to see the sex scenes in context. one, the sex scenes weren't nearly long enough for my perverted tastes, two, the context made me feel terrible. i'd assumed gere and lane's marriage was on the rocks, or that gere was an asshole. didn't turn out that way, and as a result i felt i had a boulder of sorrow in my gut for most of the movie.
• got up sunday for a leisurely late breakfast and then felt like going back to bed again, which i think we did. i can't remember. since there are large parcels of time missing from my memory for sunday, i'm going to assume i spent that time dozing.
• did some experimenting, with mixed results but a hopeful prognosis. i will always be grateful that we are so comfortable with each other.
• three pm preparations for taking arindam to phoenix included a texano burrito from los betos. SINFUL. but omg good. and unfortunately a very cheap way to eat when you don't feel like cooking. i think when the semester starts i'm going to play a mommy card and restrict us to spliting a texano once a month. we're in a more precarious position because now we live much closer to los betos.
• i hate taking him to the airport and coming home alone.
we are made to bleed
and scab and heal and bleed again
and turn every scar into a joke
we are made to fight
and fuck and talk and fight again
and sit around and laugh until we choke
ani difranco - buildings and bridges
• he made the mistake of confessing there was a particular femminist folk-rocker on my iriver that he repeats songs for. he has now been permanently ejected from The Testosterone Club™. s'okay - you can join my club. it'll get you a free seat next to me at the next you-know-who's concert.
• three stylin pairs of shoes were acquired at a shoe sale...and not a single pair were for me.
• friday dinner at on the border in the outdoor bar. the weather was nice, aided and abetted by their misting system, and the food and company were perfect. we have a huge weakness for eating out. it's not really the restaurant food so much as it's a) spending time together in public (i.e. it's a date!), b) lingering over a complete meal, nibbling an appetizer, comparing entrees, and spliting a few bites of a sinful desert, c) him having the opportunity to enjoy a cold draft, d) the pleasure of being ensconced in a booth together, totally focused on each other, with none of the distractions home can have, e) the ritual of it all, especially going home together afterwards.
• i made a denim skirt from a ripped pair of jean that were headed for the trash. i was proud of the idea and fairly pleased with the results. arindam responded with amusement, which i took badly, but i think things are okay now.
• traditional saturday lunch: buffet at sher-e punjab. totally different experience than 'eating out'. this is pure comfort food. sher-e punjab is pretty much an extension of our dining room. life isn't complete without saturday lunch here. i go more than three weeks without samosas and tamarind sauce and i get cranky. and getting the bread fresh when the wrinkled, bescarfed grandmother brings it out is just mmmmmmm. i don't even mind that they don't serve pani puri.
• the question will always remain: what did the fedex dude see?
• went to the mall and emerged an hour or so later having bought only a single cone of ice cream. i don't think that's ever happened before. we're both waiting for paychecks, though, so that probably had a lot to do with it.
• stayed in and ate homemade food and watched unfaithful, mostly because i wanted to see the sex scenes in context. one, the sex scenes weren't nearly long enough for my perverted tastes, two, the context made me feel terrible. i'd assumed gere and lane's marriage was on the rocks, or that gere was an asshole. didn't turn out that way, and as a result i felt i had a boulder of sorrow in my gut for most of the movie.
• got up sunday for a leisurely late breakfast and then felt like going back to bed again, which i think we did. i can't remember. since there are large parcels of time missing from my memory for sunday, i'm going to assume i spent that time dozing.
• did some experimenting, with mixed results but a hopeful prognosis. i will always be grateful that we are so comfortable with each other.
• three pm preparations for taking arindam to phoenix included a texano burrito from los betos. SINFUL. but omg good. and unfortunately a very cheap way to eat when you don't feel like cooking. i think when the semester starts i'm going to play a mommy card and restrict us to spliting a texano once a month. we're in a more precarious position because now we live much closer to los betos.
• i hate taking him to the airport and coming home alone.
we are made to bleed
and scab and heal and bleed again
and turn every scar into a joke
we are made to fight
and fuck and talk and fight again
and sit around and laugh until we choke
ani difranco - buildings and bridges