So this space has been mostly wangsty or angsty of late, and while there is unpleasant shit going on (job, spine, weight) there are excellent things as well.
So let's talk about those for a bit. (Riding the Gravitron is my new shorthand for seeking out pleasure and joy.) (Although as you will see below, I did ride a Gravitron.)
In early January, I ate bugs with felisdemens
. It was awesome. If you are friends with either of us on FB, there is an EPIC trailer for our bug-eating movie, and I may at some point be arsed to post it over here. IT IS EPIC. The music says so. And I only almost gagged on that one bug. Well, two, because I ate two of them, because reasons. When I put up the trailer/movie, I will talk more about it. Suffice to say it was a good time, and you wish you were there. Because we are hilarious.
I went to one of the most awesome wedding celebrations ever over MLK weekend. A coworker I actually quite like and her now-wife got married in July in Boston, as kind of a spur of the moment thing. I was actually in my coworker's office when she proposed via text message, moments after SCOTUS ruled on DOMA. So they got married during a planned trip to Boston over July 4th weekend, but held off on celebrating it until the weather was better in South Florida. My coworker has relatives who own an amazing house on the water in Miami Beach, and that's where the celebration was. I danced almost all night, and I don't usually dance in front of coworkers. One coworker at one point was like "Damn, you can really work your hips!" Yes. Yes I can.
Here's the proposal, which was sitting by the "gift and card" table. (On the invitations, they said they didn't want gifts, as they've been living together for almost a decade and had what they needed, but they did need a new roof, so they set up a honeyfund site, which I thought was awesome.) ( click for the proposalCollapse )
A few weeks later, the coworker who I still sort of mentor and who still sort of drives me up a wall (but now he's moved to our satellite office most days and I miss him) emailed me a link to a performance happening a few days later, and was all "This seems like your kind of thing."
It was a performance of The Wet Spots!/
I was 1)instantly giddy and 2) instantly aware that I am much less subtle at work than I used to be (I once surprised several coworkers by drinking a beer and saying "naughty" words while hanging out, but that was a long long time ago.)
So I IMMEDIATELY pinged felisdemens
to see if she and we_happy_few
were up for it, and got an almost immediate reply that they were in. OMG. It was such a great night. The venue was very far away (waaaay far in south Miami-Dade) but it was a great space, small and perfect for this kind of show. We were amused at all the people who did not find them amusing, and we laughed the loudest and sang along. I made friends with the gentleman next to me, who then advised me that a colleague of mine (different legal agency but we work closely and in the same building) was there, and she came to see me at intermission. Apparently when I walked in she was all "I know that woman!" (sidenote: I am almost 35, and it still doesn't sink in always that I mostly do not scan as "girl" but as "woman".)
They did a short autograph session afterward (they were playing another show at the same venue a bit later) but I did not have anything for them to sign, and the vendor table was cash only. I never carry cash. Cassie (the female of the duo) came up to us, drawn by the fun hair and clothes, and was all "You guys seem like our kind of people." We readily assured her we were. I confessed to my dilemma, and also to the fact that we had been joking that she could just sign my chest (my blouse was low-cut.) She gave me a CD and told me to pay for it later on the site, and then she and several other people tested ball point pens on my chest, because we could not find a Sharpie. She also hugged me several times, and I nearly melted. Also, I may or may not have a new nickname of Scribbletits, Esq. These things, they happen. We also had excellent pho.
I went to Ren Faire a week or so later with my beloved andrewwho
I wore the actual garb (nothing fancy) I bought at the one in Texas, and sneakers because walking, but my sneakers matched my dress so I was pleased. I also took the Freddie purse, as it is the only cross-body bag I have, and it is now hanging again on my bed. We had a blast, and I rode a giant rocking horse and bought a gorgeous parasol and a beautiful journal. I also lost my sunglasses that Snazzy Eddie bought me for my 30th birthday, and nearly choked when I looked up the price. But I had them for four years and frankly the day was worth it. There was much discussion about starting a "realistic Ren Faire" where there are piles of actual shit everywhere and if we see people using cell phones we throw them in the stocks. It might catch on.
I was supposed to go to Ohio to spend the long weekend with bigscottyk
but the crazy winter had other plans, and all my flights were cancelled, as well as the ones I tried to get on. Since I had already asked for the Friday off, I took it anyway. (I have like 5 weeks of vacation time stored up right now.) I took myself to the movies. I had planned to see four, which would be a record, but I switched my watching schedule all around and could only last through three. I saw Her, which was mind-blowingly good, sums up so much of what I think about love, but man, that particular future is orange. Really orange. I then went to the Frozen Sing-a-Long, and had a great time, and two little girls hugging each other during "Do You Want to Build A Snowman" had me crying. andrewwho
joined me for American Hustle, which I enjoyed but which could not compete with the joy of Frozen or the awesome of Her. There was also a ride in a "5D" cube, which was great fun, if inaccurate, and frozen custard, which is the greatest thing ever. Also, my first bacon cheeseburger. I know.
Saturday I spent with Mr. Matrix, who I had not seen in AGES. Maybe six months? We're both so busy. We went to brunch and then to the new museum in Miami, PAMM (Perez Art Museum Miami). I was enthralled. The space is gorgeous and the exhibits were amazing, especially the Ai Weiwei exhibit, which I think just ended. Mr. Matrix and I were some of the last people to see the full exhibit, since a local artist dropped one of the vases
Saturday night I was reading a book, and a kid in the book was flying a kite. I realized I hadn't flown a kite in years, and I wanted to. I searched for local kite stores, etc., and randomly discovered that the annual kite festival was the next day! And Sunday was beautiful. I looked at bikes first (funny conversation about that later) and then went to the festival, where andrewwho
joined me. Y'all, kite flying is pure JOY. I have to do it again soon, spine permiiting. I rested the next day, having just done all the things.
A few weeks later, I discovered a local burlesque troupe was having their 3 year anniversary party, and pinged both felisdemens
about it. Felis and I decided to check it out on Saturday night. But before that, on Friday, I was driving back from a school negotiation and noticed a fair being set up. And what was that I spied? A GRAVITRON. I pinged Felis to tell her of my discovery, then drove back to the fair set up to determine whether I was right. I WAS. She asked if I was going to get on it that night, and I was all "No, I'd rather wait for you." Because while I'm fine doing most things by myself, some things are meant to be shared.
AND IT WAS AWESOME. Like, seriously, I think we were both experiencing a little trepidation initially, but damn. I was worried it wouldn't be as fun as I remembered. I was wrong. IT WAS WAY MORE FUN. Immediately after disembarking, Felis turned to me and asked if I wanted to go again. "Fuck yeah" was my response. And it was glorious. And we resolved to seek out more Gravitron opportunities.
We grabbed food at a diner close to the venue, and then Google Maps sent us on many creepy adventures to try and find the venue. A note to the venue: If your place of business goes by multiple names, have signs OUTSIDE with those names. When we finally found the place and were having a drink at the bar, I found one framed picture on the floor that mentioned the name on our tickets.
The show was fabulous. The Living Deads were the opening act and seriously, they were so good. I wouldn't expect a band with that name to play rockabilly, but they did. Oh, they did. And then the show. Wow. Fabulous songs, great dances, gorgeous women. It was such fun. And so many of them were friendly. I got makeup secrets from one of the ladies, and Felis got music information from another. A lot of the people there were super friendly, including one bartender who kept insisting on taking pictures with the two of us. I wish I could do burlesque. I can, however, do the cute rockabilly look. Maybe.
It was just. It was a perfect evening.
I'd been training to run in a 5k that is this coming Saturday, but as I have said elsewhere, that isn't going to happen, since as I mentioned, I sprained my cervical spine two weeks ago. I didn't know I could do that. So that weekend was mostly resting, though I did go do outreach for my job and interview for more leadership positions in the League. Being in pain, I did not give a stellar interview, but we shall see.
This past Friday, I drove to Key West and back for work. Wow. I always forget what a wonderful drive that is. So much beauty, and so many fun things to see, and you get to go to Key West! I stopped along the way for a presentation at a kid's shelter that broke my heart and got me all inspired, then went to an interagency meeting in Key West, grabbed lunch (which included a margarita and Key Lime Pie) and grabbed a new steel mesh fishie, though this one is actually a squid. (The Southernmost Gift Shop sells these gorgeous fish and birds and things, most of which are candleholders. I grab a new one every trip.) I met an Amish woman on her Rumschpringe, who said she was not returning and not planning on leaving Key West. I don't blame her on the latter. I am always wistfully sad when I leave Key West. But oh, that drive. Windows down, salt breeze blowing through my hair, blasting Chuck Berry. Bliss.
On Saturday I followed up with my GP about my spine. (Bless that man for having Saturday hours.) He said I was obviously in a lot of pain, and gave me a referral for physical therapy and an Rx for Vicodin. Vicodin turns me into the single most loving person on the planet. Seriously. I even warned Felis (we had plans that day) that if I waxed poetic about our friendship, to please understand I was on Vicodin. I take it and I just must EXPRESS ALL THE GOOD FEELINGS.
We got pedicures at my local place, and though I had mentioned several great people there, Felis drew the short straw and got cut three times. So sorry about that! But we were undaunted, and went shopping. I bought RED lipstick. It is very, very red. SO RED. There will be pictures. I have never worn anything like it ever and I love it. I also bought some great eyeshadow and other things at Sephora (the lipstick was at a little beauty supply store that Felis found.) We also looked at clothes we cannot afford to buy (SOMEDAY.) Oh, and Felis got me addicted to Tom Ford's Black Orchid perfume, which I also cannot afford to buy (thought I do have a sample size that cost me $6.) It smells like Vicodin makes me feel. Or maybe that was the Vicodin.
We then proceeded to dinner, at Chayhana Oasis. Uzbeck food, and the first time for each of us. Dinner was sublime. Beef tongue with the best horseradish in the world. Cheese pastry! Lamb dumplings. How did I not know lamb dumplings exisited? Why is it not more prevalent? (Right now at my local store, lamb is cheaper than bacon.) Felis had a delicious pilaf, and we shared a tasty dessert. And the drink! OMG. No alcohol, but we drank this fruit compote that I would like about six gallons of, to get me through the weekend. It was fruit punch all grown up. And then tea with fresh mint. Wonderful. Though next time we will eat outside, because the flashing lights of the floor show were attacking Felis.
Seriously, it is the middle of March and I have sprained my freakin' spine and I don't know when I've had a better few months, all told. Here's to more joy in my life and in everyone else's!
, I didn't know how to reach you, but there will be MORE GRAVITRONING.