8 posts tagged “work”
I can't believe it's already December. The last couple of months have come and gone with only two real blog updates from me. I'm sorry I haven't been posting anything but mobile posts. There hasn't been much time to do anything between work and my social commitments. November included a lot of late nights in the office and even a few weekends. The culmination of all that hard work was the launch of TypePad Connect. It was a *huge* release with lots of moving parts but the team made it happen and I couldn't have been prouder to have been a part of it. Now that the beta release is out, I actually have a bit of breathing room.
Recently I traveled to NYC for my college roommate's bridal shower and bachelorette party. That's Margie with the big present. Yes, we are the same height and size. That's why I originally wanted to live with her - it made borrowing clothes really easy. She's getting married in Costa Rica in January but sadly I won't be able to attend. That really is the last wedding event that I'm attending this year, I swear! I can't afford anything else even if there was something.
It's been a year since I've been back to New York and I've really missed it. The city feels like home to me, even when I'm walking down a street I've never been on, it feels like I've been there before. The sights, scents and sounds of NYC are always comforting. I like that it's a city that never sleeps. I know this means I need to spend some time living there. Maybe one day...
In family updates, I stopped talking to my mom for about two months. Long story short, that I won't get into here, but it involved a nagging voicemail about what I wasn't doing with my life. No, it doesn't stop with my mother even after you've turned thirty. That definitely was the longest I'd ever gone without talking to her. But I came home for Thanksgiving and it seems like everything is fine now. In true mom fashion, she didn't want to talk about it and preferred we act as if nothing was wrong.
The end of Spring brought significant changes with an almost three year relationship out the door. But no regrets. Now that time has passed, we definitely know it was the right decision for the both of us. I do miss the companionship but to be honest, it's been really good to spend more time on just me. This is the happiest that I've been in a long time. And there are only more great things coming especially with my big trip planned to London and Amsterdam for the New Year. Oy, I'm super excited about that!
Oh and I've been shopping a lot. But that's nothing new. :)
It's been quite the week of celebrations. Initially I was kind of sad to be celebrating this birthday on the single wagon but so many friends came to the rescue that I didn't even reflect much on it. I really am so very lucky to have such wonderful people in my life. Growing up I didn't have a ton of friends so it's really surprising to see how many close relationships I've been able to hold onto through the years. It makes getting older much easier.
Wednesday started off with early morning birthday wishes, gifts from Sippey and Sarah, then lunch with my 6a peeps and finally a late night dinner with girlfriends at House of Prime Rib. I love this restaurant and frequent it often for holidays and birthdays. There was an old man at the bar celebrating his 105th birthday that evening. He's been a regular there for years now. Very sweet. We closed down the restaurant with two bottles of champagne, a bottle of wine and shots of tequila. Not sure how but I didn't even have a hangover the next day!
I took Friday off to get some pampering done and then had quite an epic birthday party at District. I was there from 5pm to well after midnight because people just kept on coming. I don't think I was ever empty handed either as the champagne was definitely flowing. Sadly because of all the people I couldn't make it over to Chris' celebration in the Mission. :( I might have overdone it on the invite list but it did make me feel very loved that so many old friends showed up.
The next morning despite my aching feet and a banging headache, I managed to get up and go at it again. The afternoon was spent with Sarah on Joann's sunny deck celebrating Nico's birthday. We did shots of mocha infused vodka, ate coconut and pineapple cake, and took sneak peeks at her hot neighbor over in the other building. After that I drove to the other side of the city for Suzanne's bridal shower in South Park. She held a cocktail event with champagne and hors d'oeuvres rather than the traditional house party. Loved it.
So you're probably thinking that this has to be the end of the night because I've been drinking for way too many hours. Right? Um, not quite. We went from the bridal shower to Suzanne's bachelorette party at Circolo. Crazy. I changed from flats to heels in the car and was ready to go though. After buying Suzanne a few rounds of shots, Patty and I headed to the Elbo Room in the Mission. WeFunk Radio djs were spinning and we caught the last hour of an awesome set. I found Randy, Krissy and Garth but couldn't find Steve in the crowd of sweaty people (thanks Steve for the invite, I wish I could have come earlier because the music was off the hook).
Now I'm back at home and finally getting the chance to relax. Looking forward to the upcoming week where I actually don't have anything planned ...at least not until the weekend. ;)
There were letters lined along the top of the mailbox when I came home. Has it been that long since I last checked the mail? Apparently so as I yanked open the bulging door and a pile of magazines fell out. For a moment I felt like one of those old spinsters, the ones still living in the same apartment after thirty years and spends days eagerly awaiting the next subscriptions of Mary Kay and Penneys. How did I get here again?
Oh right. Welcome to the new single life. Where friends pack you with condoms, dare you to get "that" guy's number, and graciously pimp you out to their best friend's roommate's cousin, who's really awesome but not your type. Granted I do appreciate that friends are trying to keep me busy. So busy in fact that much of the last month has been one fuzzy dream. I'm not sure I was ever really in the moment. I'd go out, smile, talk, nod, shake hands and make witty remarks at the appropriate times. Yet through all of it, I just felt kind of numb. Sometimes I'd remember where I was and what I was supposed to be feeling. And then I'd just want to go home and eat Oreo cookies.
It's part of the process everyone says. Those blues came yesterday in the late afternoon, making the task at hand suddenly unbearable. Thank goodness for Sarah's idea of hitting the Ferry Building after work. I needed the company. But the dinner high lasted only until I was on the bridge, at which point I proceeded to call everyone on my speed dial list. My dear friends are good cheerleaders and never fail to offer the kind of advice that keeps on giving.
"Keep these things in mind and you'll be fine. Don't die. Don't get an STD. Don't get fired. That's in no particular order btw." said Tyee before wishing me a good night.
Right. Okay, will do.
I've had horrendous allergies for the last, I dunno, two months. It's been a constant stream of sneezing, runny nose, and congestion unless I decide to medicate myself. But I hate being that medicated all the time. So I've opted instead for just being well equipped with tissue. On Sunday I went from just having allergies to being sick. Or maybe I've been sick and just assumed it was the allergies? It wasn't really unbearable until I woke up at 3:30am with a painful sore throat and snot running down the side of my face. I reached over to the nightstand and found my tissue box...um, empty. WTF. The next best thing would be toilet paper, however this was Nick's apartment and his roomie buys the 1-ply, scratchy stuff from the liquor store down the street. Fabulous.
I thought I would get through the day at work but who was I kidding. After my morning meetings I packed up my germs and headed home, picking up vegetable soup, orange juice and two movies along the way. The finale to my great Monday happened as I pulled into the garage to find my neighbors in my parking space. Again. Each apartment gets one garage space, so if there are several cars then someone needs to alternate with street parking, which is by permit or meters only. Yearly permit parking isn't too expensive but it can be difficult to find available parking during the school year. My roommate pays to get an extra space in the garage. Whereas my neighbors like to find opportunities where I'm away to use my parking space. I left them a nasty note in all capital letters. Now I'm going to crawl into bed with my TheraFlu. Happy Monday.
I realize that I'm almost a week late. But better late than never. Plus there are cute kids here:
