Despite my feeling very crappy for the last, oh, seven or so days, I did have a few highs this weekend.
Friday night: eating spectacular tom yum soup from our favorite Thai place and not getting sick. Watching movies—yes, you can rent them for $1 a night at McDonald's and some grocery stores, for those of you who asked the last time—with my honey, on the couch. (Saw: Sex and the City, Leatherheads, Forgetting Sarah Marshall).
Saturday: learning the art of bellydancing for an hour and a half with my sister. It's hard! We giggle a lot. Still, I feel I get a good workout, hear fun middle eastern club music, and I think I do feel better afterward. Hips are so sore.
A beautiful wedding of some friends. So sophisticated with champagne and cream colors everywhere. A fun couple with great taste. Outside on the Mississippi just a few blocks from our home. I was so happy for them. And it was a little reminder of where I was four months ago.
Then, a be-still-my-heart moment: A night with Liz Phair...where she performed the entirety of Exile in Guyville in order, plus an encore of a new song, Chopsticks, May Queen, Polyester Bride. I know I've written about how I've met Liz before, and how much I love her, but this was like the concert of my life. Exile in Guyville is my favorite album of all time. I can listen to it in any mood. It understands me. When I'm feeling lonely, sad, happy, frustrated, elated, angry, moody, thoughtful, or content, it speaks to me. Fatty and I had great sightlines, very close. It makes my heart so big that she decided to do this tour, 15 years after the album was being released. I'm still having trouble putting it into words. I had a big dumb smile on my face all night, I rocked out. After a long, shitty week, it was a welcome, needed, and loved couple of hours.
Today: running errands with a friend, having a gift card to the bookstore (bought: The Wind Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, Helter Skelter by Vincent Bugliosi, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz), Simply Orange and waffles with my honey, making a "real" dinner, as William called it: meatloaf, roasted potatoes, and squash. And it tasted like the best thing ever. And it agreed with me.
Bonus: fall clothes, getting rolled out! I was hoping that there would be some things packed away I'd forgotten about, but was a little bummed to find that's not the case. Sad day! But hooray for scarves and skinny jeans with tall boots.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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All of Exile in Guyville? Me is v.v. jealz.
You know she is writing the music for 90210 these days, right? I saw her name in the credits and felt sad for her.
You’re so cute. I wish I had a fall wardrobe to pull out. I so don’t. I just wear the same stuff and throw on a sweatshirt or sweater. I’m so chic.
I can attest to the rocking out and the big, dumb smile. And the leather pants that Liz was wearing. She must workout.
Sounds like a great weekend. Especially since your stomach held out. I know all too well how that can make or break a weekend.
hey, we rented SATC and forgetting sarah marshall this weekend, too! i'd already seen the former, and was surprised at how much i was entertained by the latter.
so glad you're feeling better!
Sounds like your fall wardrobe would fit right in here. Happy to hear you're feeling better. :)
Skinny jeans make this fat girl wanna cry. I can't wait for them to go out of season. :( But I do love other fall clothes so I'm with you there. :)
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