Sunday, November 28, 2010

A turkey a day

During the holidays, the city empties. I love this. Parking is easy, traffic is light, and bars aren't crowded. It feels like the entire city is a private party. We took advantage of the first night of Thanksgiving break to celebrate the birth of dear Jonee at Rye. Frankly, it was a delightful beginning to a fantastic few days off.

lovely engaged jonee and megan
Laughing. The best medicine.
Amy came to Thanksgiving! My entire family loved our newest addition.
Our best sides. Me and my girls.
And somehow, I convinced Amy to go with me to Black Friday. We snoozed more than others and didn't get to Target until 715 AM. We succeeded in our shopping endeavors and only one lady cursed at us. Nutty silly lady.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Curiouser and Curiouser: The 12:01 AM crew.

Amy and I always go and see the Harry Potter movies together. We were so excited about the first installment of the finale that we joined that crazy fan crew on opening.. morning. Yes, at 12:01 on Friday morning, I sat surrounded by an array of Potter fans in a packed theater. The two hours prior to the movie were full of high school kids playing Ninja and performing skits based on the books. We did the wave. We sang Happy Birthday to someone. Amy and I ate Skittles. Yay.
Pre-movie jumping. We are excited.
Pre-movie poster pose. People were really dressed up. One girl had a wand coming out of her forehead.
Still excited. Mischief managed.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Nerd Shirt Monday: a draw

Kate and Amanda
Jeff and me
Nerd shirt Monday was a total draw this week. We had to put it to a company-wide vote. Amanda won; her R2D2 necklace gave her the cutting edge. According to Kate, the winner receives a "confusing blend of pride and shame." Yay!

Friday, November 5, 2010

happy friday!

"Scottish bar stool" (sent from my Scottish buddy)

Thursday, November 4, 2010

new laces

On Tuesday, I put my cleats on for the first time since I was 17. The tattered lace was still on my right shoe; I had this flashback that I wouldn't change the lace in 1997 because my team was on a winning streak. Stringy bits of shoe lace, I tied them in a bow. My 31-year old feet found the accustomed grooves and felt more familiar than they have in years.

People always talk about finding themselves. Lately, I suspect it might be more of a rediscovering.