mind, soul & zen
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jeff_nw worship, yes? Are we all on the same page? Okay. Good.
Jeff, skip this post as it will surely turn your darling ears pink.
So had a crappy night for no reason last night. Woke up in a crappier mood. Loitered in bed reading Animal Dreams because the main character always reassures me, as she is at least as confused about everything as I am. Judy is out of town and thus not able to frisk me back into good spirits.
Jeff called about lunch and we agreed to meet at Shalimar in the U-District at noon. Got there about the same time to discover that Shalimar is closed on Sundays. Bugger. We decided to try our luck at India Bistro even though it was back in Ballard. Neither one of us had any particular pressing commitments today, so the drive wasn't an issue. We made it back to Ballard to find that, yes, India Bistro was also closed (despite the cheerful sign promising service 7 days a week--perhaps it was due to Mother's Day?). It was somewhat funny because the first time we went out to lunch, we had to try about 17,000 places before finding one that was open. We'd already parked and decided to try our luck at the recently opened Matador (and as Jeff clarified, this is not to be confused with one of my favorite Soprano's pizzas). It was empty when we got there, so we were able to pick our own table, and they had terrific food and excellent service.
Though I'm getting ahead of myself and the ode I wanted to sing.
On the drive over to U District, in my sucktastic mood, I was sternly telling myself to buck up. That Jeff didn't need to be stuck with a mopey lunch companion. That I should be a good friend and not be a downer. Well, right when we met up, Jeff shared that he was having a blah weekend. Very similar to mine. He was feeling the curious letdown that sometimes happens after a hectic week. There's this odd feeling of guilt, inertia, etc. He'd spent much of yesterday as I did, accomplishing nothing. I nearly tackle hugged him on the spot. It's just so nice to feel that sort of sympathetic camaraderie. To feel understood. I soundlessly gaped at him for awhile, as he was echoing exactly how I felt. Thus, feeling on the same wavelength we commenced with our afternoon together.
We had a wonderful lunch, then strolled over to Tully's for some crack-coffee flavored soft serve. He revealed that he too was having a crappy diet/exercise week (anchoring my love for him SOME MORE, because hello--same issue here!). We both resolved to start anew on Monday. To work off some of the food guilt, and really to enjoy the day, we decided to go to Greenlake. We stopped at my place so I could change my shoes (and to Jeff's continued credit, he didn't laugh at me when I spazzily tripped in front of my elevator in my clogs, but was very sweet and concerned). After a brief stop, we set out for Greenlake, talking almost constantly about 1001 things that concern us. Family. Career. Relationships. Anxiety about figuring out the Meaning of Life.
As all my posts comment on Jeff, I am ever grateful for his insight, both on life in general and about my own petty foibles. He makes me think before I act and always lends helpful perspective. It's a good thing he doesn't realize how amazing he is, or he'd be abominably conceited. Maybe it's because of the strange relationship I have with my family, but friendships like this always fill me with such immeasurable gratitude. To feel that understanding and acceptance. To see someone else going through similar issues and reacting in a similar way. Though Jeff is a far better person than I am and inspires me to be less of a shallow bitch that I am.
Greenlake was wonderful. We both commented on how on days like this, there is no place like Seattle. The sky was blue, the grass gleamed green and the water simply sparkled. I know, I'm cheesy. But it was so beautiful. So beautiful I actually forgot where the car was until Jeff pointed out that we'd passed the little turn off and we had to double back. I left him feeling utterly restored and human again. Everyone needs a Jeff. But you can't have mine. Getcher own, dammit.
Jeff? You read this anyway didn't you? Tsk.
Now for a shower as I feel decidedly smelly after running around in the lovely heat.
jeff_nw worship, yes? Are we all on the same page? Okay. Good.Jeff, skip this post as it will surely turn your darling ears pink.
So had a crappy night for no reason last night. Woke up in a crappier mood. Loitered in bed reading Animal Dreams because the main character always reassures me, as she is at least as confused about everything as I am. Judy is out of town and thus not able to frisk me back into good spirits.
Jeff called about lunch and we agreed to meet at Shalimar in the U-District at noon. Got there about the same time to discover that Shalimar is closed on Sundays. Bugger. We decided to try our luck at India Bistro even though it was back in Ballard. Neither one of us had any particular pressing commitments today, so the drive wasn't an issue. We made it back to Ballard to find that, yes, India Bistro was also closed (despite the cheerful sign promising service 7 days a week--perhaps it was due to Mother's Day?). It was somewhat funny because the first time we went out to lunch, we had to try about 17,000 places before finding one that was open. We'd already parked and decided to try our luck at the recently opened Matador (and as Jeff clarified, this is not to be confused with one of my favorite Soprano's pizzas). It was empty when we got there, so we were able to pick our own table, and they had terrific food and excellent service.
Though I'm getting ahead of myself and the ode I wanted to sing.
On the drive over to U District, in my sucktastic mood, I was sternly telling myself to buck up. That Jeff didn't need to be stuck with a mopey lunch companion. That I should be a good friend and not be a downer. Well, right when we met up, Jeff shared that he was having a blah weekend. Very similar to mine. He was feeling the curious letdown that sometimes happens after a hectic week. There's this odd feeling of guilt, inertia, etc. He'd spent much of yesterday as I did, accomplishing nothing. I nearly tackle hugged him on the spot. It's just so nice to feel that sort of sympathetic camaraderie. To feel understood. I soundlessly gaped at him for awhile, as he was echoing exactly how I felt. Thus, feeling on the same wavelength we commenced with our afternoon together.
We had a wonderful lunch, then strolled over to Tully's for some crack-coffee flavored soft serve. He revealed that he too was having a crappy diet/exercise week (anchoring my love for him SOME MORE, because hello--same issue here!). We both resolved to start anew on Monday. To work off some of the food guilt, and really to enjoy the day, we decided to go to Greenlake. We stopped at my place so I could change my shoes (and to Jeff's continued credit, he didn't laugh at me when I spazzily tripped in front of my elevator in my clogs, but was very sweet and concerned). After a brief stop, we set out for Greenlake, talking almost constantly about 1001 things that concern us. Family. Career. Relationships. Anxiety about figuring out the Meaning of Life.
As all my posts comment on Jeff, I am ever grateful for his insight, both on life in general and about my own petty foibles. He makes me think before I act and always lends helpful perspective. It's a good thing he doesn't realize how amazing he is, or he'd be abominably conceited. Maybe it's because of the strange relationship I have with my family, but friendships like this always fill me with such immeasurable gratitude. To feel that understanding and acceptance. To see someone else going through similar issues and reacting in a similar way. Though Jeff is a far better person than I am and inspires me to be less of a shallow bitch that I am.
Greenlake was wonderful. We both commented on how on days like this, there is no place like Seattle. The sky was blue, the grass gleamed green and the water simply sparkled. I know, I'm cheesy. But it was so beautiful. So beautiful I actually forgot where the car was until Jeff pointed out that we'd passed the little turn off and we had to double back. I left him feeling utterly restored and human again. Everyone needs a Jeff. But you can't have mine. Getcher own, dammit.
Jeff? You read this anyway didn't you? Tsk.
Now for a shower as I feel decidedly smelly after running around in the lovely heat.
