getting out

I realize that it's been quite a few years of frugal living. Unfortunately, that mostly has to continue, but I'm finding myself lacking in the observation department the past few months. You know you need to get out more when you're a writer that mostly observes/dissects the human psyche and your nighttime/social life observational opportunities happen about 3-4 weeks apart.

A friend recently expressed concern that I was online all the time. She had come to believe I was a shut-in and needed some sort of intervention. Of course, I leave my house frequently to run errands, get food, go running (5-6 times per week lately in fact) and generally walk around. Her assumption that because I work hard it means I am a social deviant was actually beyond annoying to me. She's clearly not paying attention ... or she has a much different work ethic (not that she doesn't work hard ... it's probably more a slight difference in life goals).

I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this yet, but I think I just have to make the most of the times I am in the presence of ridiculousness (aka, out at night, on a weekend or a weekday ... there's plenty of ridiculousness to be had around these parts regardless of time of night). It shouldn't be too hard to find some funny trouble, since some seems to find me every time I step out my front door.

some delightful certainties of my life

I had a comforting revelation that makes me never worry that my life will be full and exciting if I want it to be, and without effort: I make fast friends, and bizarre and sometimes life-altering experiences (or at worst, experiences that change the way I look at the world) just seem to find me every single time I go out into the world. Last night solidified my faith in that statement as truth, and it made me less concerned about what I don't have and less worried that things won't "work out" for me. Because, they already are working out for me. I'm leading a pretty thrilling and happy life, full of funny incidents and overwhelmingly stranger-than-fiction coincidences. I can truly count on this.

In general, I need to do better at not trying to control how the tapestry of my ideal life is supposed to look.

in honor of "Luccipalooza" ...

... a quick update!

I woke up bright and early this morning to make a special quiche for what has been deemed "Luccipalooza." Basically, a great friend and I are making themed foods for a brunch to accompany a Sunday movie marathon of bad Susan Lucci-acted made-for-TV movies from the mid 90s. On the docket are Double Edge and French Silk. And what goes with terrible acting? Ham ... and a little bit of cheese. I concocted a quiche comprised of ham, shallots (for a touch of class) and American cheese that smells unreal. She's making a no-bake French Silk pie (for obvious reasons), and there will probably be some other ham products (it would just be nonsense otherwise).

We do this semi often (though I think this is our first official attempt at all-around thematic congruency), and maybe I should start documenting the successes. The food never disappoints! MacGruber is coming soon ...