Tonight I went on a dinner and book reading date with myself. Em was going to meet up with me, but she ended up not being able to make it, so off I went. I took a book and ate a tasty veggie burrito at a fast and cheap Mexican place, and then I walked over to the local bookstore to hear the lovely and very funny Sloane Crosley read from her new book Where Did You Get This Number. She is a witty and engaging speaker, with a great reading voice. I found myself totally absorbed in her chosen essay, and I realized how much I miss going to stuff like this. I get some glowy energy rush from being around such incredibly talented people. It's inspiring, and I try to soak it up. Plus, I mean, who else writes essays about the silly game Girl Talk that ladies my age played in our pre-teen years? (Check out her site.) AND, she makes dioramas. Dioramas! Em and I have lots of ideas of our own for shoebox dioramas.
This past weekend, I had a lot of Megan time while the Boyfriend was out of town on a motorcycling adventure. The weather was crappy, so I lounged around reading, watching movies, and playing sudoku on the Nintendo DS that I've stolen from TB. Stolen might be too strong of a word since he loaded it up with games for me, but, you know. It's mine, and I don't share. I took a long walk over to Em's and back to visit with her and Jack. I bought myself flowers and cherries. I met up with friend Amanda for lunch and shopping. She brought a packet of pictures her mom gave her of the two of us in elementary and middle school. We liked to play dress up, and apparently we had a lot of exotic options between our two houses. Many I don't remember, but nearly all of them were hilarious. I ended up laughing so hard in the middle of the restaurant that tears were literally rolling down my cheeks. It always feels good to laugh like that, but it's awesome to share in the moment with an old friend.
Another project this weekend was going through some of my journals from the past 8 years or so. I have a stop and start problem with journals. I have a pile of pretty little books that I began writing in at some point over the years, but, then, I inexplicably drop one to start another. I have a commitment problem. It's like I can't resist the blank pages of another. New mood, new journal. I started with one that my friend Elizabeth gave me at Christmas in 2002. My idea was to go through them to condense and get rid of the old past, but I got sucked into reading this one, and I discovered that I don't have the heart to ditch any of it. I want to hang on to my closed chapters in this form. BUT, I haven't written in a journal in ages, so I wrote a long entry in the blue 2002 book, and I'm going to make that my one for now. I will have one completed journal somewhere!
I have to say (mom, don't read this) that I've gone on a couple of motorcycle rides with TB, and I'm into it. A few weeks ago, we went for one on his Honda street bike something-or-another. We rode out on back roads near Carnation. It was an idyllic scene. Sunshine and lots of open spaces. Farm houses. White picket fences. A deer munching on grass in someone's front yard. It was beautiful, and there was something so freeing and happy about seeing all these things zoom by out in the fresh air. I could be hooked.
It's finally starting to feel like summer around here, which is good news. I have one less thing to complain about. I'm at the point where I'm enjoying my walk into work to see a fountain, a mountain, and beautiful rose gardens. I can stop turning on my heat. Sunny days means more faux tennis playing opportunities with Amy, more trips to the farmers market, more garden time, more walks at places like Carkeek park with TB. More summerness!
After the mess that was SatC2, it was fun to see Get Him to the Greek. Very entertaining. I think the Forgetting Sarah Marshall fans will enjoy.
Tomorrow is what I like to call Monice Day. Happy Birthday, Monica!
Oh. The Jimmy Kimmel Twilight Saga Eclipse special is on. I gotta go!
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