movies, shoes, and laundry
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verbicideIt's the end of another good weekend.
Friday night I went to a cocktail party at my boss's house, where Jeff and I spent a great deal of time drooling over their perfect kitchen. It was nice to meet some of my coworker's sig Os and watch Lisa's kids run around--they are very cute. Also her husband looks like an actor I can't remember. He was also very nice.
Eventually I drove my semi-drunk coworker (and carpooler) home, fed an irate kitty, and tucked into more of season 6 West Wing (I love you, Bravo).
Saturday morning, Allison came to pick me up and we went to check out a few places she'd found. The first one was in a great location and was adorable, but on the smaller side, no dining room, and overpriced for what it was. The second one was ...entertaining. We knew it had a renter, so we knocked and knocked. No answer. We went in, and were just poking around when a hungover, half-asleep guy wandered out in his boxers and peered at us confusedly. Hee. Many apologies (which he just blinked at) later, he let us wander around, but it was a quick look at the master bedroom (which had another guy completely passed out on the bed with his arms flung above his head and his very furry belly poking out from his pulled-up shirt. So I think I need to see it again with light. The kitchen was tiny, but the rest of the place was huge, with a gorgeous private rooftop deck. The location isn't my favorite, so I don't think it's the right one for me.
Allison dropped me off at home, Sarah stopped by to grab the last of her stuff and the Veronica Mars dvds, and then I returned to my continued obsessive viewing of the West Wing. As much as I hated season 5, season 6 really was spectacular (after they got out of the fucking middle east). I'm very much on board for season 7. I've enjoyed it so far and really hope it isn't the last. I worked on my computer and bailed, regrettably, on Jeff & Co.'s viewing of Mirrormask (but Jeff says he wants to see it again, so there's another chance, yet!).
Sunday, I slept in until 10:30 am (having stayed up too late last night playing with my iPod of all things--that and reading random things on the net) despite what I'm sure were Hobbsie's genuine and emphatic efforts to rouse me. A few minutes after I woke up, Jeff called to see if I wanted to go for a swim. We chattered briefly and hung up so he could come to Ballard. And then there was some wonderful swimming. I really wish the Ballard pool wasn't so crowded. I suppose if I went in the freaking middle of the night at 6am it wouldn't be, but I would drown, so no.
After swimming, showering, etc, I drove straight to Pacific Place and read at Barnes & Noble for a bit before meeting Jeanne to see In Her Shoes. Which we both loved. It was a much better movie than I'd expected, with some nice complex layers here and there. Dawn, thanks so much for your review. I never would have seen it without your recommendation!
For example, instead of the Cameron Diaz character (Maggie) just being a shallow, vapid, bitch—she actually had a genuine problem and the history with their mom, growing up with a grief-stricken father really explained their family dynamics well. And seeing how much the two sisters genuinely loved each other, as much as Maggie needed a tremendous ass-kicking, she wasn't without redeeming qualities. She was just a fuck-up who needed straightening out. I love Toni Colette, and she has such a wonderful, unrestrained grin that I can't help but love her. She has more warmth and personality than the half-dozen starlets that generally star in these things. And it was nice to see Shirley MacLaine so...restrained and dignified. Another favorite part was when Maggie is told she's smart by the old professor. And she grocery-shops with that expression of genuine happiness, it's infectuous and really did a wonderful job of conveying how it feels to really feel good about yourself. And thank you jesus for not having her hookup with the old professor's grandson. It would have cheapened the whole point of the movie, that Maggie learns she's worth more than just her constantly over-exposed hooters.
Also nice to see a relationship laid out. Instead of having two unreasonably attractive people gaze at each other, and instantly know they are the mutual loves of their lives. I loved Simon. What a good, good guy. Hee, according to IMBD, his "most hated role was the short-term sex partner who Cynthia Nixon had to fake orgasms for on "Sex in the City." I'd always wondered if that just sucked for the actor. I loved him on West Wing. I had such hopes for Donna. ANYHOW.
Also, when are people going to realize that showing the entire movie in the trailer is no way to motivate someone to pay $9 to see it in the theatre. I'm looking at you North Country.
Jeanne and I bounced out of the movie and did some shopping. Jeanne bought a gorgeous necklace from Something Silver and I bought a pair of oxbloodish shoes from Nordstrom that I really love. Plus Jeanne introduced me to Footpetals, which are these foam-y inserts that keep your new shoes from cutting your feet to blister-y ribbons.
We finished up with dinner and as an exciting development, Jeanne is going to weight-lift with me 2-3 times a week. Post-tri I've done very, very little. And I can't sit on my couch forever. So Jeff and I are swimming twice a week, Jeanne will lift with me 2-3 times a week, and I'm going to do my level best to rope Sarah into walking Greenlake with me twice a week. I know it's a lot, but none of them are that intense, and I really need to get back on track here. And I find that it's twenty million times easier to workout with a friend than alone.
Upon returning home, I didn't just sink into the couch. I've continued my plan of keeping my flat from devolving into a pigsty. I did dishes, laundry, put away laundry and tidied up. I feel very ready to face another work week. But first I need to go watch Grey's Anatomy and West Wing.
Friday night I went to a cocktail party at my boss's house, where Jeff and I spent a great deal of time drooling over their perfect kitchen. It was nice to meet some of my coworker's sig Os and watch Lisa's kids run around--they are very cute. Also her husband looks like an actor I can't remember. He was also very nice.
Eventually I drove my semi-drunk coworker (and carpooler) home, fed an irate kitty, and tucked into more of season 6 West Wing (I love you, Bravo).
Saturday morning, Allison came to pick me up and we went to check out a few places she'd found. The first one was in a great location and was adorable, but on the smaller side, no dining room, and overpriced for what it was. The second one was ...entertaining. We knew it had a renter, so we knocked and knocked. No answer. We went in, and were just poking around when a hungover, half-asleep guy wandered out in his boxers and peered at us confusedly. Hee. Many apologies (which he just blinked at) later, he let us wander around, but it was a quick look at the master bedroom (which had another guy completely passed out on the bed with his arms flung above his head and his very furry belly poking out from his pulled-up shirt. So I think I need to see it again with light. The kitchen was tiny, but the rest of the place was huge, with a gorgeous private rooftop deck. The location isn't my favorite, so I don't think it's the right one for me.
Allison dropped me off at home, Sarah stopped by to grab the last of her stuff and the Veronica Mars dvds, and then I returned to my continued obsessive viewing of the West Wing. As much as I hated season 5, season 6 really was spectacular (after they got out of the fucking middle east). I'm very much on board for season 7. I've enjoyed it so far and really hope it isn't the last. I worked on my computer and bailed, regrettably, on Jeff & Co.'s viewing of Mirrormask (but Jeff says he wants to see it again, so there's another chance, yet!).
Sunday, I slept in until 10:30 am (having stayed up too late last night playing with my iPod of all things--that and reading random things on the net) despite what I'm sure were Hobbsie's genuine and emphatic efforts to rouse me. A few minutes after I woke up, Jeff called to see if I wanted to go for a swim. We chattered briefly and hung up so he could come to Ballard. And then there was some wonderful swimming. I really wish the Ballard pool wasn't so crowded. I suppose if I went in the freaking middle of the night at 6am it wouldn't be, but I would drown, so no.
After swimming, showering, etc, I drove straight to Pacific Place and read at Barnes & Noble for a bit before meeting Jeanne to see In Her Shoes. Which we both loved. It was a much better movie than I'd expected, with some nice complex layers here and there. Dawn, thanks so much for your review. I never would have seen it without your recommendation!
For example, instead of the Cameron Diaz character (Maggie) just being a shallow, vapid, bitch—she actually had a genuine problem and the history with their mom, growing up with a grief-stricken father really explained their family dynamics well. And seeing how much the two sisters genuinely loved each other, as much as Maggie needed a tremendous ass-kicking, she wasn't without redeeming qualities. She was just a fuck-up who needed straightening out. I love Toni Colette, and she has such a wonderful, unrestrained grin that I can't help but love her. She has more warmth and personality than the half-dozen starlets that generally star in these things. And it was nice to see Shirley MacLaine so...restrained and dignified. Another favorite part was when Maggie is told she's smart by the old professor. And she grocery-shops with that expression of genuine happiness, it's infectuous and really did a wonderful job of conveying how it feels to really feel good about yourself. And thank you jesus for not having her hookup with the old professor's grandson. It would have cheapened the whole point of the movie, that Maggie learns she's worth more than just her constantly over-exposed hooters.
Also nice to see a relationship laid out. Instead of having two unreasonably attractive people gaze at each other, and instantly know they are the mutual loves of their lives. I loved Simon. What a good, good guy. Hee, according to IMBD, his "most hated role was the short-term sex partner who Cynthia Nixon had to fake orgasms for on "Sex in the City." I'd always wondered if that just sucked for the actor. I loved him on West Wing. I had such hopes for Donna. ANYHOW.
Also, when are people going to realize that showing the entire movie in the trailer is no way to motivate someone to pay $9 to see it in the theatre. I'm looking at you North Country.
Jeanne and I bounced out of the movie and did some shopping. Jeanne bought a gorgeous necklace from Something Silver and I bought a pair of oxbloodish shoes from Nordstrom that I really love. Plus Jeanne introduced me to Footpetals, which are these foam-y inserts that keep your new shoes from cutting your feet to blister-y ribbons.
We finished up with dinner and as an exciting development, Jeanne is going to weight-lift with me 2-3 times a week. Post-tri I've done very, very little. And I can't sit on my couch forever. So Jeff and I are swimming twice a week, Jeanne will lift with me 2-3 times a week, and I'm going to do my level best to rope Sarah into walking Greenlake with me twice a week. I know it's a lot, but none of them are that intense, and I really need to get back on track here. And I find that it's twenty million times easier to workout with a friend than alone.
Upon returning home, I didn't just sink into the couch. I've continued my plan of keeping my flat from devolving into a pigsty. I did dishes, laundry, put away laundry and tidied up. I feel very ready to face another work week. But first I need to go watch Grey's Anatomy and West Wing.
