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Reason Number 574

that I'll never really grow up:  I had planned for a quiet night tonight.  And in my book, it was, indeed, a quiet night.  I ended up going up to Strawberry Fields after work to reflect on the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's death.  I can't believe it has been that long -- I remember hearing about it on the news as a kid back in D.C.  I had returned home when Nathan called -- he is a huge Beatles fan -- he has built a huge model of John Lennon's self-portrait (out of Lego, naturally), and today he received an email from Yoko Ono, extending her praise and thanks for his work.  Pretty amazing.  Anyway, I digress.  I spent some time at home, cleaning up my apartment, sorting through my never ending piles of mail.  I changed into my pajamas and was still puttering around when Augie called from upstairs (he and Lauren live in my building).  He and Rob had just returned from a wine tasting and I he insisted I come up and try the leftovers -- no matter that I was in my pajamas.  I went up for about an hour, sipping wine and chatting with Augie, Lauren and Rob, and then headed down to bed. 

But the thing that went through my mind as I walked down the stairs in my pajamas, was: it's just like being back in a dorm.  Of course, I meant just the good parts -- the padding around in pajamas, impromptu gatherings with friends, and being within a few floors of some of your closest friends.  If only it could stay that way forever  . . .  Well, I'll enjoy it for as long as I can!


Shapin' Up

I used to be in much better shape than I am now.  Merely a few short years ago, I participated in several long distance bike rides, and training for these rides meant not only spending a majority of my weekends on a bike, but also going to spinning and weight training classes before work every day.  Even after the cycling season was over, I'd keep up with the spinning and weight training, and I even became quite flexible by doing yoga at least once a week.  At that time, I belonged to New York Sports Club.  It's nothing fancy, but it's everywhere.  Near work, near home, near wherever you have dinner plans -- there's a NYSC.  About a year ago, I gave up NYSC for the convenience of the gym in my building.  Granted, it's amazing to have that convenience on a cold winter's day when bundling up to go to the gym just a few blocks away seems like an insurmountable obstacle, but in reality, I just don't push myself as hard as I do in the classes at NYSC.  Since I re-joined on Friday evening, I went to a spin class before brunch at Five Points with the girls on Saturday, I went to Vinyasa Yoga on Sunday before some holiday shopping and my one meal of the day (brunner?) at Babbo (more on that soon -- it was my first visit), and went to a body sculpting class during lunchtime today.  Tomorrow is spinning again, either before work or during lunch.  I'm a little tired, and I already know that my shoulders will be sore tomorrow, but I feel good.   For me, the classes really help me to motivate.  Although I worked out often in my gym downstairs, I didn't work out hard, which is what I need.  So -- who's up for a spin?


Feed Me!

If you read this blog on any even semi-regular basis, you know that I love food.  Not only does it make me happy in many ways and serve as a focus for many of my social gatherings, but it also saves many of those in my life from exposure to some major crankiness.  Reading this article in the New York Times yesterday made me think of so many instances in my life when just having a snack made all the difference between being bitchy, cranky, and snappy and being my rather pleasant, normal self.  I firmly believe that it is always helpful to carry a "cranky snack" around if you suffer from the same affliction -- I often tuck away small baggies of nuts or easily packable fruit leather -- nibbling on a few almonds can return sanity when it has slipped away due to hunger. 

When Nathan and I moved in together*, we went to Ikea to shop for a dining table.  It was clear very quickly that we had two completely different ideas about what we were looking for: I wanted a table that could expand to fit more people for all the dinner parties we were going to have; he wanted something as cheap as possible.  If it wasn't for the Ikea cafeteria and their Swedish meatballs, we probably wouldn't have made it through that shopping trip (he gets rather cranky when he gets hungry), let alone through well over a year of living together.

Come to think of it, I'm kind of hungry now .  .  .

* John B. was kind enough to point out that I made it sound like Nathan and I are currently living together.  We're not.  That was right after law school -- 1997.  We're still friends, though!


Just a Glimpse

It's interesting what you can learn about someone by taking a glance at the books on their nightstand:

Books

I swear that this is an unstaged photo. I will admit, however, that I'm not really reading the Robber Bride or The Whore's Child at the moment, so they're more like decoration, but the rest I've at least picked up once or twice lately.   Let the comments begin.