new crowd

a new crowd is making their way into my social orbit.

i was resisting, because i already have friends, right? but no. those friends are married, in relationships, dancers (no f*ing link for that shit). which means they're not available for single easy whatever get togethers. now an occasional planning sesh for a super awesome check-in is great, but we're talking day to day now. the kind of basic love that a partner provides.

so i'm accepting these new kids, cause that's how the city life goes. and that's also what the gril scouts taught me.

more more more

i want to get rid of all my clothes and start all fresh
and
i want a house

that's all for today.

not so bad, eh?

things i'd say, if

"i love you"
"i miss our baby"
"i'm flirting with the guy on the other side of me. maybe he's It."
"i hope you come back and give It to me."
"i don't know how to qu1t you."

heheheheeheh

talk about superstars

i made friends with this super charming excited friendly interested in the environment guy yesterday. we sat down, talked shop, shook hands, traded cards and promises to call; everything was groovy.

then my dinner dates ditched me and i was sitting, exhausted and starved (truly, this time) outside the convention center, when my coolest new friend walked by. i chased him and his two friends into the crosswalk and said "mind if i join you for dinner?" he and his very gracious and interesting companions took me with them for what was lovely and la la la i fell in love again and had to change the title of my blog.

i got home and found out he's HUGE in sports. what do i know about sports? nothing and we're talking about sports in the nyc and winter sports so the audience is narrowing, but apparently this guy is a freaking icon. i just thought he was rich and interesting. and cute. also-- did i mention adORable?

dammit

i wrote him today to say "you're cute and now i found out you're HUGE and can we be friends anyway cause damn that was fun having dinner with you." please, friends of mine, will you cross your fingers and say your prayers for me?
___

there are so many Men with capital Ms in this world. thank the heavens for continuing to send me out of town so that i can come into my grown up power. i think i look different; like an adult. i like it. i also like coming home to the love that is SF to integrate all of the new knowledge.

thanks, god.

wish list

still with the beautiful sofa
washer dryer super efficient
curtains for the living room, kitchen, & bonus room
rugs for my chilly toes. maybe some new slippers
a frame for the lump of futon on the lv room floor.
"day cream"

it's not so much to ask, is it?

we all hate it when i get topical

but it has to be done. i'm learning and trying to stay current. so from the files of an eco-fascinated rebeccag, here's what's going on.

gas is tres expensive. (très cher, in fact), by US standards. but guess what? St@rf*cks frappawhatsit (also mineral water, OJ, and other delicious treats) costs six times as much, per gallon, which is how my bro-in-law, sustainability consultant, drinks it.

also, i get to see MlCHAEL POLLAN this weekend!!!! I'm going on a business trip (ooh, fancy.) It's my first ever, and while i am sad it's over a weekend, i am s-t-o-ke-d to travel for work. and to see monsieur pollan, my similarly food-obsessed guru.

Finally, if I hadn't fallen prey to an email from a horribly and tasty trendy chain shop a few months ago, i'd so be in the market for this. stylish, no? and from the good woods? Maybe. they say it's sustainably harvested, but the mfr website don't say how that's done. arrrgh gr33nwarshing.

finally, in researching a photo for this "story" i couldn't find a photo that reflects the actual skyrocket-ed gas prices. that is, all the photos of supposedly astronomical prices showed California costs from maybe 6 months ago. sheesh. Instead you get Arctic melt (photo credit: Luise Murray), my boss's current obsession. He solved it, you know. Now for implementation.

"groups" I'd like to build on that one site

groups i want to make today:

i like you, but your puns are not funny. (in some bizarre happenstance it does not exist?!?!)
i wish i was at yoga
i'm "not inverting" today
when i get something i just want more
sexy grownups

that last one might be an oxymoron, hmm, considering the theoretical location.

anyway- see you at happy hour tomorrow!

something i'd like to tell you

i had a lot of fun in new york. sometimes i was lonely, a lot of the time i was tired, my feet often needed elevating and i got lost about every day.

but now that i'm back i feel different. and it is really good. maybe it's because i lost 4 pounds walking and not eating, and maybe it's because i showed up a country mouse and i left a fabulous jet setter. from a beautiful VC-er's lower east side loft.

it's hard to know.

but i'm stronger and smarter and more beautiful than before. and that sounds cheesier than anything, but it feels good.

and i am seeing the boy's expiration date on the horizon, and it's not too bad. certainly not the heartbreak it was before i left. because, yes, it's temporary for a reason.

things are good.