Just back from another night out with the girls (and their guys). This time another birthday celebration (Anna’s…and we’re still squeaking mine in too) at a very expensive steak/seafood place close to home. It was nice, but I couldn’t wait to get home.
TMG says I’m filling my time with stuff to avoid the real stuff. I guess, but Anna and her husband are in from California, and it’s not like we didn’t have this weekend penciled in a month ago when I was in CA. I get annoyed with TMG because he’s starting to get really annoyed with the fact that we’re not a couple at this point. He’s worked pretty hard for it, and he’ll even admit it half the time, but the other half the time he denies and says he only wants to be my friend.
Don’t have pix of the dark angel costume yet. I relied on everyone else to take photographic evidence this time. My purse was too small to hold anything more than bare essentials: credit cards, my DL, phone, keys, and lip gloss. No room for a camera, and really no desire to chronicle in visuals. But yes, there are photos out there that I will post when they become available.
Speaking of posting pix, I do have more. I now tend to put them on facebook. That facebook, what a bizarre yet fascinating creature.
I did run earlier. It was a good five-miler, and I cried during some of it. I discovered that it’s really hard to run and cry. It takes a lot of energy to cry, plus heaving sobs really throw the balance off. I ran downtown, past the big music venue, the convention center, the street where EXMS lives, the Grayhound bus station, the light rail station, the freeway underpass, the new shopping district, the giant arena, the House of Blues, the W Hotel, and all the way to the inner-city park (where the trail actually starts…that’s where I turn around. Someday I’ll run the additional 6 miles of trail) and back.
I turned my iPod on–LOUD. It sounded so good to me, and I found a couple of songs to really keep my pace going. Someone actually CLAPPED for me as I ran back past the light rail station. I smiled and actually felt a little proud.
I am sooooo lucky, you know it? I’ve had the opportunity to run in some of the worlds’ most amazing places. It’s cool to think about whenever I run: I’ve listened to some of the same music here, through the streets of Barcelona, on the Sydney Harbour, Old Montreal, the Santa Monica Pier, that cool park in Rome (can’t think of the name right now), Hyde Park, the Jardin du Luxembourg, the canal in Tokyo (oh and over by that little temple), the riverfront in that little German town in the winter–brrrrrrr, that little lake in Minneapolis, past that phallic statue in Stockholm, NY’s Central Park, and the list goes on…
Lucky am I. Really.
Just thinking about stuff before bed. TMG says that if I really want something, I should move towards it and stop filling up my time with fluff. I do agree with that. I’m thinking about it a lot–how I can move towards the things I want: inner-peace, a partner, a family. Is it true that you can actually achieve your heart’s desires by simply acting like you’ve already achieved? That you’re there already? Hm. How exactly can I do this? Requires more thinking. Oh yes, and some action, too! Just don’t quite know where to start.
I’m sleepy and the sea bass isn’t sitting so well. Probably make for some really interesting dreams. Let’s hope someone doesn’t pull the fire alarm at 6am today like they did yesterday morning. Losers. Good thing we get an extra hour of sleep.
Over and out.
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