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Between overdone workout yesterday and walking all over Manhattan and Brooklyn with Tash&Winnie today, I'm hurting something fierce and plan to do nothing at the family reunion tomorrow other than sit on my ass, eat barbecue and curry and gamely put up with the parade of aunts and cousins who will inevitably either not believe me or bemoan their advancing age when I reveal that yes, I am 30 (31 in two months even) and this indeed means they are quickly approaching decrepitude. Good times, being the baby of the ENTIRE family. There better be a wifi hotspot somewhere nearby or I'm gonna get real antisocial real fast. *sigh* I seriously think I'm gonna break down and get an iPhone next year. This hunting for hotspots is seriously for the birds.
Today was good. I sat on the steps of the Met for an hour waiting for Tash&Winnie to meet me, but it was so beautiful and sunny out that I didn't mind them being late at all. (Catching an open wi-fi wave didn't hurt none either.) I did however mind the fact that after Winnie surprised me with homemade sweets (yum) the assfaces at the Met wouldn't let me in with them in my bag, so we ended up going to Park Slope to hang out instead. The universe, I think, has a way of making things like that work out - I really wasn't feeling the Met today anyway. So yeah, we wound up at the Grand Canyon again where we sat, gorged ourselves with food (FYI, to my fellow Park Slopers - the Grand Canyon burgers are far superior to Five Guys' and they'll actually cook em rare if you ask) and talked shop. Tash has been talking about getting the hell out of NYC and moving up to the Valley to start a holistic health and healing practice for years now and I really want to kick her into making that happen. So we brainstormed ideas and gossiped about folk (I still boggle at how she remembers everyone she's met from up here) and I talked shop and astrology with Winnie and squeed and wibbled about the latest developments and it was all very fun and happy but damn I wanna cut my legs off at the knees. OW.
LRD has arrived. It fits okay but has no real shape to it and I need less tummy curve to wear it properly, so I'll see about getting something with a little more of an actual fit to it and drop this one back in the mail on Monday.
I woke up this morning feeling very much "Fuck this... what am I doing? What am I waiting for? What if everything I ever wanted CAME IN A ROCKET CAN?" (Actually, I could use some fucking PowerThirst* right now...) Anyway, I'm looking at my calendar and I talked to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
htl_1126 and I need to talk to cell23, Cara, Dad, Vicki and a couple other people, but I've pretty much decided that I'm heading up to the Valley Thursday night and leaving my date of departure open ended. The main idea is not to head back until Cara and I pretty much nail down a place for Sep 1, and since by that point the move date'll be two weeks down the line... there isn't too much point in heading back down to NY at all except to get the mousefarts worth of stuff I came down here with. So.... we'll see if I can make that plan happen. *shakes head* I boggle sometimes at myself. Give me a long term plan of action and I'll inevitably snarf it up, leave shit until the last minute, what have you... I get a bee in my bonnet or an emergency happens and I turn into Madame Precision and Efficiency. *sigh* whatever works. If I indeed do this, it's going to make the next week kind of hellacious, but if the prize at the end is I get to go home to Incestovalley, friends and boyfriend and stay there? You know... *cracks knuckles* I'm sick of leaving my goddamn life on hold. Time to knock back some coffee, ignore the pain in my legs and shoulders and get cracking on pulling a few miracles out of my ass.
Cross your fingers for me - and hey, if you wouldn't mind having me over for a night or two between the 20th and the 1st (causecell23's gonna get sick of me if I stay with him the whole time) holler. :)
Today was good. I sat on the steps of the Met for an hour waiting for Tash&Winnie to meet me, but it was so beautiful and sunny out that I didn't mind them being late at all. (Catching an open wi-fi wave didn't hurt none either.) I did however mind the fact that after Winnie surprised me with homemade sweets (yum) the assfaces at the Met wouldn't let me in with them in my bag, so we ended up going to Park Slope to hang out instead. The universe, I think, has a way of making things like that work out - I really wasn't feeling the Met today anyway. So yeah, we wound up at the Grand Canyon again where we sat, gorged ourselves with food (FYI, to my fellow Park Slopers - the Grand Canyon burgers are far superior to Five Guys' and they'll actually cook em rare if you ask) and talked shop. Tash has been talking about getting the hell out of NYC and moving up to the Valley to start a holistic health and healing practice for years now and I really want to kick her into making that happen. So we brainstormed ideas and gossiped about folk (I still boggle at how she remembers everyone she's met from up here) and I talked shop and astrology with Winnie and squeed and wibbled about the latest developments and it was all very fun and happy but damn I wanna cut my legs off at the knees. OW.
LRD has arrived. It fits okay but has no real shape to it and I need less tummy curve to wear it properly, so I'll see about getting something with a little more of an actual fit to it and drop this one back in the mail on Monday.
I woke up this morning feeling very much "Fuck this... what am I doing? What am I waiting for? What if everything I ever wanted CAME IN A ROCKET CAN?" (Actually, I could use some fucking PowerThirst* right now...) Anyway, I'm looking at my calendar and I talked to
htl_1126 and I need to talk to cell23, Cara, Dad, Vicki and a couple other people, but I've pretty much decided that I'm heading up to the Valley Thursday night and leaving my date of departure open ended. The main idea is not to head back until Cara and I pretty much nail down a place for Sep 1, and since by that point the move date'll be two weeks down the line... there isn't too much point in heading back down to NY at all except to get the mousefarts worth of stuff I came down here with. So.... we'll see if I can make that plan happen. *shakes head* I boggle sometimes at myself. Give me a long term plan of action and I'll inevitably snarf it up, leave shit until the last minute, what have you... I get a bee in my bonnet or an emergency happens and I turn into Madame Precision and Efficiency. *sigh* whatever works. If I indeed do this, it's going to make the next week kind of hellacious, but if the prize at the end is I get to go home to Incestovalley, friends and boyfriend and stay there? You know... *cracks knuckles* I'm sick of leaving my goddamn life on hold. Time to knock back some coffee, ignore the pain in my legs and shoulders and get cracking on pulling a few miracles out of my ass.Cross your fingers for me - and hey, if you wouldn't mind having me over for a night or two between the 20th and the 1st (cause
cell23's gonna get sick of me if I stay with him the whole time) holler. :) 
