Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Why should I feel discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for heaven and home?

When Jesus is my portion,
a constant friend is he.
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches over me.
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches me

I sing because I'm happy.
I sing because I'm free.
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches me.
His eye is on the sparrow
And I know he watches me.

Before you all start thinking, "WTF?!?!?", I just wanted to post those lyrics because I have not stopped listening to them. Anyone remember which movie probably made this song more visible? Anyone remember who sang it in the movie? Actually, in the movie, they sang a small piece of the song. Years later, the two actresses came together to record the entire thing. Youtube it. The voices are uncanny.

Despite it's melancholy undertone, it's quite uplifting and inspiring. Even for someone like me who does not believe in a higher being. Later.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sometimes, all I need to hear is a baseline and... BOOM... I start dancing. I love dancing. I don't even understand how anyone can't. Isn't there something in everyone that just makes one want to move to the rhythm?

Friends and strangers have commented that I am not just a casual dancer. I guess I'm not. I suppose that casual dancers don't normally look for a box to get up onto to dance. I actually prefer to dance on a box because that allows me more space to move. Or, at least, dedicates a set amount of space to just me. I love dancing on top of a box or on a stage. Nothing feels more liberating to me. I guess I am a bit of an exhibitionist.

I also like showing up early at a club to dance. There is floor space. Barely anyone has shown up. The only people who show up early are people who either want to dance or have no idea what they are doing. Which is great. I like places where the DJ notices the dancers and plays stuff just for us. I've had that experience a lot of times and it really is all about expression via movement. Very few things are more fun.

Last night, I went to Cattyshack. The fact that I made it all the way out to Brooklyn is big. The fact that I went out there to go dancing is huge. I stayed until it got ultra-crowded. I had my fill and went home. I met up with some friends who also love to dance. We had too much fun. I think I may have to start going out to Brooklyn to find some good dance space. Because, if you didn't know, Manhattan has lost it. Later.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Scene: Grocery store.

Clerk: Can I help you with something, sir?

Customer: I'd like to pay for this scone.

Clerk: Sure. Our checkout line is behind you to your left.

Customer: But I only have one scone.

Clerk: Sure. We have a 5-or-less express line.

Customer: But there's a line.

Clerk: Sure. It goes fast. (Clerk notices that there are two people in line)

Customer: But I only have one item.

OK. I'm stopping now. What is wrong with people? What makes y'all think that just because you have one item you should not have to stand in line to pay for it? And, why do you all act as if you have never stood in line for anything? Bitches, New York City is all about standing in line. And let me remind everyone that you are not that important that you can't stand in line. Because if you were, you would hire somebody to do it for you.

So. Shut the fuck up. Stand the fuck still. If you want your products, you will stand in line. Be happy that you actually have the privilege to buy food and stand in line mere minutes to purchase it. Some people in our very own country can't afford a scone. Some people in this world have nothing to eat. Some people in this world stand in line for hours to get less-than-mediocre food. Got it. Later.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Sometimes you just have to trust that you like what you like for a reason. There's always a reason. Seriously. It's a fact.

I have talked about my love for all think pork. Wanna get on my good side? Find me a great pork dish. Friends for life. So, I wonder why, the other day, I decided to buy beef bacon. I mean seriously: beef bacon. Talk about blasphemy. I cooked it today. Should I even tell you that it wasn't that good. Well, now I can say I tried it. I honestly have to say that turkey bacon is far superior. That is, if you happened to not have pork bacon.

I also decided to get some wine on my way home. I wanted to try something new. So, what did I do? I bought some pinot noir from Brazil. I know. You're thinking, Brazil does pinot? Who knew. Well, I am here to tell you that Brazil grows pinot noir grapes that they make into wine. To say that they do pinot would be giving them way too much credit. I'll still drink it. But it is just bland. I've seen more excitement from a bottle of mead. I also bought a pinot noir from Argentina. I hope it's better.

As I type this post, I am listening to Duran Duran's Decade; a compilation of some of their greatest hits. I am supposed to burn a copy for a coworker. I think I will add it to my iPod as well. Seriously, "Girls on Film" is one of the best pop songs ever. Seriously. I always seem to strike poses as it plays. Not that it takes much for me to do so.

And striking poses should be something natural for models. But apparently not for the idiots on this season's cycle of ANTM. Seriously, does Tyra try to find the most talent-free girls? She has some issues about saving people because obviously she is trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Issues. And about the girls, first they are just too old. Second, they are just too fat. And, for goodness sake, a girl bigger than a size 2 can never be a top model; so stop putting a plus-sized girl in the mix. It's a fucked up fact but it's still a fact.

Seriously. Fact. Later.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
I hate when I order something online and it takes forever to get here. This is why I still shop in stores. Plus I am a tactile person. I decided that, since I was going to be away a bit this summer, I would purchase some exercise equipment that I could travel with. I had hoped it would arrive before I left for an extended weekend this upcoming one. Well, I got notice that it would not, so I canceled my order. What sucks is that I actually saw the same product while shopping the other day. And it was comparable in price.

I guess I will have to either hit another sports store in my quite-less-than-copious amounts of free time I have lately. I thought ordering online would make my life easier. Not so much. Later.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
This past Friday, Mike and I took my sister and our friend Janice out for their birthdays. I made reservations for BLT Fish. It's in an interesting space that used to be a restaurant called AZ. I loved AZ. Went there three times. Sat in the same place twice. Went there on one of my first dates with Mike. This past Friday, we sat in the same spot. Interesting.

What was also interesting was that Kelly Ripa was having dinner there too. With her absolutely gorgeous husband, Mark Consuelos. Good gracious, he is hot. She was sitting at the table next to ours. With ten other people. I did actually run into her as I was getting out of the restroom. She was texting someone. I smiled and said hi as I walked by. She smiled back. I should have yelled out, "PIPA!" Oh well. Lost opportunity.

As for the dinner: it was outstanding. BLT Fish has three floors. The first floor is the Fish Shack which serves the average seafood fare. It's got a bar. It's a quite loud. It's not my thing. The second floor is for private parties. The third floor is the main dining room. Much more civilized. It has an open kitchen; which I am not a fan of. But we were not sitting next to it, so it was fine. We sat by the big window in front. I love that spot. Something about it feels right to me. The fish was done perfectly. The sommelier was very nice. I didn't need his help but he was nice. The waitress was perfect. They had this amazing butternut squash risotto. I had haddock which I devoured. They served some amazing cheddar and chive biscuits. We had two desserts plus some complimentary green apple cotton candy. I noticed that the table next to ours barely touched theirs. LOSERS. They missed out.

Overall, I loved the entire experience. Definitely at the top of my list of dining out. Mike loves it which means we will be back often. I would suggest it to everyone. But it isn't cheap. Then again, anything worthwhile should not be. Try the Fish Shack if you want to try them out. Beware of the loudness. I hate loud dining. Later.
Monday, March 03, 2008
Some thing's going on with me. I'm not sure what. But something is going on. I am becoming extremely anti-social. I would rather do things in groups of four or less. Or just not do anything at all. I have no issues not being around people. This is weird to me. Some thing's going on. And, I'm not sure why.

The weekend before last, I was supposed to go to dinner and a show with friends. I got sick. Truthfully, even though I was sick, I would have rather skipped the dinner and the show. I was just not into it. The weekend before that, I was supposed to meet up with him. It was planned but I ended up canceling. I was just not feeling up to it. I love love love hanging out with him and I was a bit sad but I was just not feeling up to it. God, I hope this is not psychosomatic.

This past weekend, I cooked dinner for my in-laws and a bunch of friends. Ten to be exact. It was nice having them over. I'm glad they left early, though. I always enjoy cooking dinner for friends. But, this past weekend, I was glad to see them go home. I did spend the next morning with Mike, my sister, and Janice. We had fun. I like that small group. I probably would have been disinterested if there was one more person. No. I know I would have.

So, what is it with me? Why am I so antisocial? This coming Friday, Mike and I are taking my sister and Janice out for their birthdays. I told Mike that I didn't want to open it to anyone else. I meant that. I don't. I wonder what is going on. Later.
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