I suppose this means my “weekend” of “leisure” has ended – somehow working every day doesn’t translate to rest and relaxation – though this conversation helped –
Jared: How’s work/ I love you.
Andrea: Good. I have a strange urge to get drunk.
Jared: Random, but good call.
Andrea: I may be intoxicated alone in our living room when you return from work.
Jared: Alrighty, I’ll drink my whole tab then.
Andrea: Indeed. And then we will make out at 3am when you return.
Jared: Sounds good to me .
Andrea: Or, I will wash my face and pass out on the couch.
Jared: That works too. As long as you have fun.
Andrea: Jared, this is sad. I’m seriously considering getting sauced by myself. The other option is, barring that, simply FALLING ASLEEP. With a clean face.
Jared: Andrea, drinking by yourself is great. You get the best parts, and no one sees you pass out!
Andrea: That is true. See, I knew there was a deeper, more important reason I wanted to marry you. You condone and encourage what may be burgeoning alcoholism. And, still love me.
Jared: You forget. I have the same will to drink my love.
Andrea: Thank god. This may have proved disasterous otherwise.
HOWEVER, on the more productive side of my weekend (don’t hold your breath here) I have been perusing the wares of Bryant Park (see: Fashion Week) vicariously here, here and here, as well as reading what dear Anna Wintour has to say about the effect of the recession on fashion. And holding my breath (not really – but I was super excited, because hopefully with a new season the pumps from last season that I want will go on sale) for the Marc Jacobs show that happened about an hour ago. Apparently there was also a fire sale on parentheses (har har). End of productivity right there.
What did you guys get up to this weekend?
This strange thing has been happening. In my little scribbler/inspiration notebook/receipt repository, I have a list of things I want to do in my life, including the bands that I want to see before I die. (A list I completed last year with Neil Young). So, of course, I make a new list. Not a “want to see before I die” list, but a “I would pay a moderate ammount of money for those tickets and be pleased with myself” list. And it just so happens that anyone that I add to the list ends up booking a date here within about a week of me adding them. Including Heartless Bastards, who will be here in April. Weird hey? Jared says add Tupac.
Who would you guys love to see? I can add them to my magic list for a small fee. *chuckle*
We’re also slowly beginning to work on summer plans. Ah – summer. It seems like no matter how old you get, even though work doesn’t really stop anymore, there is still a sense of possibility contained in warmer months that makes you …anticipate. We’re thinking about taking a trip down to California. There. I said it. I’m so damn excited. Given, we’re nearing dirt floor broke right now, so who knows. Fabulous thing about dreams, them not costing a dime..
Alright my lovelies, I hope you had a lovely long weekend. (Ps – I really love that the US gets President’s Day and we get.. Family Day.) I’ll be in the library most of this week attempting to pull something brilliant out of thin air for thesis work. It’s happened before. Thank goodness only now does my academic career hang on it. *phew* So, as per usual, there will probably be an increased amount of irresponsibility, imbibing, carousing and self pity. Hoorah my loves, great things* can only come out of this.
*Stories in which you laugh at me.