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Jun. 8th, 2007 02:35 pmI am feeling a little blue. A little post-Alaska let down. My time in Anchorage was downright fantastic. I actually cried my way through security. And waiting to board. And as we took off. One would think that leaving Alaska would get easier, seeing as how I've done it too many times to count. But it doesn't. It just gets harder. And Anchorage isn't even my home.
Now that I'm back in the Bay Area my weird allergies are at it again and I just don't want to do anything I have to. I'm mad because people are inviting themselves to my wedding. Or asking me to invite them. I'm having a hard time saying no. I'm also fighting the absurd idea that I should lose some pounds before the wedding. You know, so I will be THE MOST BEAUTIFUL I CAN POSSIBLY BE FOR MY PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS DAY OF ALL DAYS. It's utter crap and I know it, yet it doesn't stop the brain from going "ooh, you will hate yourself in the photos if you think you look puffy."
Bah.
However, I am making brisket for dinner tonight with meat from my Uber-foodie meat CSA "box." It's a total Slow Food, organic, sustainable, clean, ethical, etc etc slab o' meat. I have never cooked brisket before and don't even own a meat thermometer so we're flying by the seat of our pants tonight people.
Also, I am so nice that I am agreeing to meet a woman for an interview at a cafe near my house tomorrow. On Saturday. Because she's leaving on a trip next week. Job hunting sucks ass and I have pity for her. Plus, she's eager and I really want a good assistant. It's already a good sign that she will go out of her way for the interview.
Now that I'm back in the Bay Area my weird allergies are at it again and I just don't want to do anything I have to. I'm mad because people are inviting themselves to my wedding. Or asking me to invite them. I'm having a hard time saying no. I'm also fighting the absurd idea that I should lose some pounds before the wedding. You know, so I will be THE MOST BEAUTIFUL I CAN POSSIBLY BE FOR MY PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS DAY OF ALL DAYS. It's utter crap and I know it, yet it doesn't stop the brain from going "ooh, you will hate yourself in the photos if you think you look puffy."
Bah.
However, I am making brisket for dinner tonight with meat from my Uber-foodie meat CSA "box." It's a total Slow Food, organic, sustainable, clean, ethical, etc etc slab o' meat. I have never cooked brisket before and don't even own a meat thermometer so we're flying by the seat of our pants tonight people.
Also, I am so nice that I am agreeing to meet a woman for an interview at a cafe near my house tomorrow. On Saturday. Because she's leaving on a trip next week. Job hunting sucks ass and I have pity for her. Plus, she's eager and I really want a good assistant. It's already a good sign that she will go out of her way for the interview.