At the Week's End

Goal Accomplished:

The contents of my handbag remained in my handbag for the duration of the weekend (Friday night pre-party / party, Saturday pre-party/ band watching/ dancing/ bagel store):

cell phone (This is a virtual miracle. I lose one cell phone per 6month span and I’m due. My phone enjoys leaping free from bags and more commonly coat pockets on to taxi cab floors or behind ATMs into glue traps. [I will neither confirm nor deny this ever happened])

ipod (which was thoughtfully removed in case I was not able to live up to my expectations and somehow would lose it in some freak, falling out of a moving cab incident; which I will neither confirm nor deny ever happened)

Wallet (this item was frequently removed and returned to my bag. I am able to recount its whereabouts throughout the weekend but not the money inside; it has vanished completely)

One pair of earrings: given to me by Dana for Christmas (They made it to my ears by Saturday evening after recovering an essential fastening element which had somehow attached itself to the back of my tights.)

Eyeliner/ Chap Stick/ lip-gloss (I frequently used and re-used these item; their location was never a surprise)

Metrocard (The metrocard has a special compartment in each of my bags. I’ve inadvertently destroyed too many monthly passes with irreversibly bending that I make a special effort where it’s concerned. They are also very slippery and prone to falling to unreachable/ unimaginable crevasses.)

Work ID (I must not remove my ID from my bag or I will forget to return it come Monday. Without my ID, I am subject to an intense two pronged security layover; it is annoying and time consuming. The work ID doesn’t play around; I do not touch it)

One Birthday check from Grandma (I need to deposit it in the bank, seriously. Last time I delayed deposit my Grandmother thought I had been killed by the big bad city. Fortunately, I still have it and we are both safe.)


RHTL UPDATE: The arrival of the uniforms marks a blessed occasion.

Suspended in Last Year

My family has postponed my birthday until February. If I was aware that one could simply postpone their birthday, I would have done so years ago when I was only turning 25; I would still be turning 25 and not a dreadful 28. Ironically, 28 will seem like a youthful dream years from now when I’m staring down 40 and will remark: “If only I appreciated being so young.” Alas, by my twenty something nature, it’s nearly impossible to appreciate anything until it is ripped violently from my careless fingers. So tonight’s homework (since it's a proper weekend night) is to appreciate my youth and set out on the world like a warrior. I will brave, headstrong, into the cold night in search of youthful companions and good times in the wee hours of the night (or morning). The only adult behavior required is maintaining all my belongings; I must come home with what I left with, including my pride. Now come to think of it…I probably shouldn’t drink too much, I have a big day tomorrow…and it will be cold tonight so a local outing will serve me best…and I must remember to feed the cat, turn off the space heater, go to the ATM in case I have to take a car service, eat a proper meal as not to become overly drunk to early in the evening…

I’m so 28.


Rhtl Update: After, coming home from their harrowing blizzard adventures, the rhtl is temporarily down a member. As soon as the trio is restored, exciting times will be abound.

It Is Very Cold Outside

I’m staying late at work to avoid the night’s bitter cold reach.

Although, I’m here in my cube, pushing papers from one side of my desk to the other, I am busy being creative: developing a treatment to a small theater production, emailing my favorites, writing lyrics to imaginary songs, praying for friends and relating scanning tales as if my machine were a ninja (silent and effective).

I wish I could scan a copy of myself into my bed and under the covers… right now.

Paranoia

I spent the afternoon looking up symptoms on WebMd.

I think I'm dying.

Please mourn me.

They will say "How could one girl have so many diseases at such a young age."

I've just turned 28, my preoccupation with death and disease has come early.

2005 Reasons: A Count Down to Happiness

This is the first year in many that I can report money, sophisticated electronics, and a chip (previously removed from my shoulder) in my pocket. We are well into 2005 and things appear to be going well, I will not tempt fate by describing just how well. By this time in 2004 I had already lost two cell phones, suffered a crushing blow to my bank account through identity thievery and had a number of people not speaking to me. As I mentioned, things appear to going well, or at least better.

I’ve just returned from the Fallon Family Annual Ski Trip to Okemo Mountain, this being year 18. We travel every year on Martin Luther King’s Birthday with the same relative-type-close family friends and stay at the same house. Very few traditions remain, it’s nice to still have this one to look forward to…I will try to hold on to it with all I’ve got. We catch up each year like it’s been twenty, and make false promises to get together more often than once a year. The trip used to include the adults and the kids separated by one solid wall. Beyond that wall grew debauchery as the older kids stole alcohol for the younger…giving them lessons and music to take with them into their future. The younger then became the older until they were the eldest. This year, my brother and I were the only “kids” present and we stayed in “the big house”. Our presence was cherished and reward by mother and father type pampering throughout the weekend.

Every year “the adults” get a big kick about how well I can ride that board, (a snowboard, and I’ve been riding since I was 12,) and how I play music in a Rock N’ Roll band. They inquire about our jobs, our lives, paying close attention to the more responsible, grow-up aspects of our accounts searching for hints of marriage, children, promotions with lots-o-money. Even if there is no glimmer, they place one within the context of your uneasy rambling. My Brother and I (who were apart of the “older kids”, my brother being first generation and I the second) are the only ones who have not married or had children. “The adults” try to push children from us with the weights of their stares. Since, no children or spouses are present…we remain “the kids.”

The snow boarding was spectacular…not to say that the conditions were good, or that it wasn’t 10 below on the mountain. It was spectacular because I rarely get to do it anymore and I love it tremendously (the closest thing to flying.) When I was 18 and in college I afforded to go to the mountain 3-5 times a week, and if it weren’t for a devastating fall I might have chosen a snowboard oriented career of sorts. For now, I comfortably slip in to the pale corners of dark bars, avoiding fresh air and the sun. This is why the snowboarding this weekend was spectacular.