The LOST premier last night blew me away. Maybe I just do a poor job of holding in my emotions, but I couldn’t help but smile through the whole thing. I do have to admit, though, that it was partially due to the company.
Mark, Gordon, Ally and I got together for (almost?) every LOST last season and made something of a tradition out of it. Each week a different person would have to cook the whole group dinner. I somehow got branded as the motherly one, cooking (baking mostly) things like potpie and lasagna, you know, the kind with ricotta and spinach.
We all got together last night (plus Annabelle) for the first time in 8 months to keep our traditional LOST nights alive through the final season. With Mark living in Denver and Gordon living in…unemployment? things are a bit different this year, so coordinating it happened all at the last minute. To make it easy on everybody else while we get back into the rhythm, I volunteered to cook for the premier.
I then realized only 20 hours before dinner was supposed to be served that I was going to spend 7 of those hours sleeping, 10 of them at work and school, 1 of them in transit, and the other 2 getting ready for bed/getting out of bed. Nowhere in there would I have time to find a recipe, go shopping, or cook. So Ally stepped up and took the responsibility off of my shoulders even though she had NO time to herself either since she had class AND and had to get ready to leave the state the next morning…er, this morning.
But she took it like the champ she is and threw together a simple but lovely salad, and cooked (baked! Haha, maybe I won’t be the matron this time around!) a few pizzas, one with veggies and the other with pepperoni.
Oh, I forgot to mention the other big difference between this season and last. Last year, 3 out of the 4 of us were vegetarian with me being the token omnivore (one that coincidentally hardly ever ate meat, not out of principle or taste, but out of lack-of-opportunity). All of our dinners were vegetarian, and each week’s appointed chef came up with a damn good meal. It’s going to be strange this season now that only one of our clan has stuck with vegetarianism. It’s hard to say whether Ally’s dual pizzas set a precedent of making meals that cater to all parties, or if we’re going to end up cooking strictly vegetarian meals out of respect for Mark (and laziness to not have to prepare two versions). I guess we’ll find out…
View CommentsUntil tonight, I had never sat at a bar by myself and drank. I see movies all the time that glorify it, but also enough drunks at the Cafe doing it to cancel out the cool.
I sit here alone mobile blogging from the bar at City O’ City on 13th and Sherman in Denver. I have a candle, a cup of water, and a glass of Wild Turkey in front of me, in order from left to right.
A super cute late-20-something hipster couple sits to my right reading their own books that they just bought from a used book store, neither of them more than ten pages in, looking up only every few minutes to have small but meaningful conversations with one another.
I have little to do here other than sip and be observant. But I’m happy doing just that.
I watch the bartenders do their work and shoot the shit with the usuals. They occasionally notice me watching, and we just smile at eachother. One bartender, the one that gave me the heavy pour, a girl, tells me that my smile is inviting, and says that every time she sees it she feels compelled to ask if I’m ready for another round or some food. I take it as I look lonely and need someone to be nice to me, but she says it’s a good thing. I believe her because her smile is reassuring.
View CommentsA drunken homeless man fell asleep in the women’s bathroom at my office today. A little girl in the middle of her piano lesson down the hall found him. Turns out he wasn’t in too deep of a sleep though, because as soon as the sweet-old-lady-teacher went to investigate, he popped up from his place of slumber and bolted. Those homeless guys can be fast when they want to be. They’re kinda like crocodiles in that way, I guess.
I have no idea if what I just said comparing hobos to crocs is true. Or offensive. I didn’t intend on either.
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Sooooo today was Boulder’s official 2010 Winter Bike to Work Day. Seeing as how I bike to work most days, today was just like any other except that I got a free bagel at Moe’s. Thanks, Moe.
Btw, check out Moe’s favicon. That’s how you know the site was built using Joomla, just like freedtvroom.com (guess who has two thumbs and did all of the content entry aaaannnnnddddd “designed” the facebook link on that bad boy. This guy!).
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A very awkward girl talked to me this evening on my ride home from work. Because of the way the streetlights are timed, I always end up getting stuck at the NE corner of Arapaho and 28th. Normally I wait on the small pedestrian island there alone, but tonight there was a girl standing there about 8 feet to my right. I was not within her direct line of sight, nor she in mine, but for some reason I could feel her eyes burning a hole in the side of my head. I refused to look back, but it was becoming unbearably awkward. After the longest ten seconds of my life, I hear an oddly matter-of-fact “Hi,” almost like she had been expecting me to say it first or something. I could practically hear how red and frizzy her bangs were just by the way she said “hi.”
“Hello,” I said back. ”How’re you?”
“I’m okay.” Super awkward pause where she just looks at me with half of a smirk playing across her mouth. She then turned around, awkwardly looked at the moon, then mumbled something about it being a nice night.
“Yeah, it’s not too chilly for a bike ride, so that’s a good thing,” I said, trying to stave away the awkwardness.
“Haha! Chilly is nothing for winter. Chilly is nothing compared to frost!”
“Um…”
“I’m from Crested Butte.”
And thank god the light changed just then. I quickly said “Have a great night!” and rode off, never to see her again, yet still surrounded by a cloud of awkward.
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