what is it about Friday nights at home? a speedy, half-intoxicated bike ride home after happy hour. cooking and drinking wine in my pjs. playing the newest Josh Ritter album quite loud, hoping that the kids playing basketball in the alley can hear it. especially tracks #1, #3 and #4 on repeat repeat repeat...
"you look like David Bowie, but you've nothing new to show me... over and over again..." (5 points for getting this song reference; hint, it's not Josh Ritter)
it's been a long, albeit somewhat unproductive week. how did that happen? I suppose I should be thankful for the small things that I accomplished. reveling in the first day of Spring. the fact that while I am still working on the paper for the first aim of my thesis, Aim 3 seems to be kicking into full gear. Can it be that I am less than 2 years out from graduating?! *gulp* knitting and yoga and brackets and bike rides and coffee and CD shopping and free beers. regardless of all my comings and goings, I do love a Friday night finishing off bottles of wine, making chicken piccata (sorry for the repeat culinary event, but, yes, this is a twice a month sort of recipe... and you get a photo this time!) with rice pilaf (homemade beats Rice-a-Roni) and broccoli. plus reading and blogging and rocking out to good music.
ms. jen's b-day is tomorrow. Easter Eve. I will be hosting the Resurrection here at casa de Castleman... complete with a 3D cupcake cross (please be anxiously awaiting my sacrilegious pics!!!) it will be a fabulous time.
I'm not sure what else to report. it's kinda day-to-day in the Lou. the majority of the time, I am simply living. nights like this make me so content to be on my own. because who the hell cares if I play "to the dogs or whoever," "right moves" and "the temptation of adam" 40 gazillion times on my crappy college boombox AKA soundsystem... there has been some discussion (over 21st century Pictionary and gift-carded beverages) about what I am looking for, where I am in my life. Pre-M, I would have chalked myself up to the non-settling variety. now I could go either way, have gone either way... 28 is still too young to decide on those sorts of things, right? it's completely appropriate to randomly give out your cell number whilst waiting for the other shoe to drop regarding that hard-to-get girl ("i never had to learn to love her... she just came along and started to ignore me") you truly adore at the moment... it's also strange (substantial, startling, scary, surprising, surreal) to be in a place, 7 months out of a serious LTR, where you feel like there's potential to be with someone again. it's great to be a fast healer, but for the time being, I'm not completely sure if I want to compromise my Friday nights alone with Mr Ritter and the booze...
as said songwriter so elegantly puts it:
"there's always whiskey and women and women and whiskey around
(s)he can't tell which is worse, to be dying of thirst or to drown"
although,
"singing don't let me into this year with an empty heart, with an empty heart..."
is somewhat convincing... sigh :)
1 comment:
I love chicken piccata, and though I just had lunch, that photo is making me yearn for some.
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