Question: Is there anything better than an afternoon nap on clean white linen?
Answer: No, no there is not.
Maybe it’s just me, but losing an hour of sleep is debilitating to the point where I would rather be totally jet-lagged from a trip to Japan than have this weird sleepiness tugging at my eyelids and slowing me down. Don’t get me wrong, I embrace the extra hour of sunlight, but my body still feels like it’s 7:00 AM even though my mind knows it’s 8:00. And it’s not just about getting up in the morning- my internal cocktail clock is all messed up, too! Oh, what a difference an hour makes…
This is a totally random mini post, but I have to share.
Do you ever want to gnaw on something until your gums bleed? Like, do you get the strange desire to chew a piece of glass or a bit of rough sheet metal until your gums turn to ribbons and your mouth is full of blood? I get this feeling when I’m anxious or stressed, and I ache for it in the back of my mouth where my wisdom teeth would be if they hadn’t been removed. And maybe that’s just it- maybe these are phantom aches from teeth long gone and I’m displacing my tense energy to this space because it is hallow but once experienced much pain.
Working on my visa for the UK makes me want to chew shards of glass and gulp my own blood. Who writes these visa applications and what kind of people do they think will read and understand them? The minute I try to comprehend anything on their website, my eyes cross and the roman alphabet becomes as foreign to me as Egyptian hieroglyphs. AND I HAVE AN ENGLISH DEGREE.
This is absurd. I need to find something to chew on. A handful of rocks sounds pretty good.
In case you couldn’t tell by my last post, I was starting to go a little stir-crazy in my apartment yesterday and was in desperate need of a walk by the end of the afternoon. After a little coaxing, David and pulled ourselves together, walked down the front steps and turned left, which is something we never do. The air was humid and warm last night and we walked down streets we’d never been down before. It was like a mini-vacation in our own back yard.
Eventually, we made our way to Davis Square and accidentally stopped in the speak-easy style Saloon. We both fell hard for the atmosphere and the snacks and cocktails didn’t disappoint, either. I’m already looking forward to going back.
After a drink and sit, we made our way down Highland Avenue toward home. Along the way David stole some balloons from a sandwich board which brought much joy to my heart even though stealing is wrong (tisk tisk). Seeing him clutch those balloons as they tugged in the wind allowed me to see him exactly as he was at the age of three. The sparkle in his eyes as he gazed up at the balloons, the happy grin on his face and the lightness of his walk, as if the balloons themselves were putting more of a bounce in his step. It was adorable to watch him with his balloons, and when he let them go we both took a deep breath and felt as if something important had happened. We watched them float away until they disappeared into the darkness, and then we walked to another bar and had a drink.
I’m feeling really lethargic and weird today. I called into work and told them I’d work from home, which I promise to do as soon as my mind finds focus and stops jumping forward two (2!) months in an attempt to imagine what my life in England will be like.
Kate, you cannot predict the future. Just let it come.
On days like today, when I’m melancholic and distracted, I often find something bizarre to feel romantic about. Today I feel romantic about hot lemon water and toast. Toast with honey, toast with foie gras, toast with salted butter, cinnamon, and sugar. I just want to sit and eat toast with David and snuggle. No talking, just toast eating and snuggling.
Before I turn into the most pathetic person on earth, I should probably get out of my pajamas and go for a walk. Yes, a walk would do me a world of good… And then I have to start (and really commit to finishing) my visa application so I can move to the UK in two (2!) months. And whilst I fill it out, maybe I’ll eat more toast.
If you ever get married, do yourself a favor and get out of town for a while immediately after the wedding. If, for whatever reason, you can’t get out of town, or if you’ve decided to delay your honeymoon, at least drop off the grid for a solid work week and give yourself some time for at-home face masks, long phone conversations with your best friends, and an afternoon to go through all the pictures from the wedding. Really, take time to re-hash the event with your spouse, just like you used to do over plates stacked high with hangover food the morning after a great party. Chances are you’re only going to get married a couple times in your life, so give yourself plenty of time to savor the after-shock of the wedding. It’ll do you good.
If you do not take my advice and decide to return to work/real life immediately after tying the knot (as I foolishly did), be prepared to:
- Tell everyone at work how much fun you had at the wedding you didn’t invite them to
- Miss about 400 million calls from friends and family who want to know how you’re doing now that you’re married
- Feel completely exhausted, constantly
- Have a moment of panic a week later when you realize, Ohmygosh, I’m married! This may or may not occur at a bar after realizing you just spent the last 35 minutes flirting with some guy who is giving you the look which will immediately make you choke on your drink and think of casual ways to mention your husband in conversation. Oy!
So please, heed my advise. It’ll do you wonders for your sanity, I promise.
In other news, I wanted to share a magical outing I took with my entire immediate family (plus some great friends who are basically family) the day after David and I got married. Now, I completely understand the average person’s aversion to bowling. I too loath the idea of sticking my fingers into holes that other grubby fingers have been in, having to wear bowling shoes, the silly graphics on the score-screen, and the fact that half the people in every bowling party take the game far too seriously. In fact, I really don’t like bowling, but am thrilled to learn that I love Sacco’s Bowl Haven in Davis Square. This is why it’s awesome:
- They have a bar with a great beer selection, a decent wine list, and a drinkable whiskey (Knob Creek).
- Sacco’s has Candlepin Bowling, so you bowl with cute little hole-less balls and don’t have to stick your fingers in mysteriously moist holes full of germs and bits of broken off finger nails.
- NO SCORE SCREENS! Instead, you keep score the old fashioned way, on paper score cards! This is excellent for a number of reasons, the main reason being that you can make up your own rules and keep score in whatever way makes most sense to you and your company. It’s like cheating, but with everyone on board!
- They have awesome flatbread by the Flatbread Company, who, from what I understand, now completely operates (and owns?) the bowling alley. The flatbread is delicious and you can choose from a number of great toppings such as fig & goat cheese, free-range chicken, and pulled pork. Yum!
- It’s super retro but still really young and hip at the same time. I didn’t see a single old person or bowling-bag the entire time I was there, instead, the lanes were full of young people who looked like they know a lot about bikes and really like PBR.
We all had a great time eating, laughing, and bowling and I’m really looking forward to getting a group of friends together to do it again, which is crazy because I really do hate bowling shoes.
Exactly one week ago, my mother and I hosted a small gathering of ladies for my unofficially official bachelorette party. Because I am allergic to anything even slightly masquerading under the guise of a traditional wedding affair, I staunchly refused to call it a bachelorette party and instead referred to it as ‘The Wine & Cheese Party’ or just ‘Party’ for short. Much to my chagrin, everyone I know called me out on my silly semantics and still referred to it as a bachelorette. Thankfully, none of these people brought strippers, penis-bedazzled accoutrements, or clip-on tiaras and I was able to eat Belgian sheep cheese and foie gras just as I would at a normal party, which made me happy.
Many many thanks to everyone who slopped through the sleet to drink wine with me at The Wine & Cheese Party- especially my best friend Sarah who flew in from Minnesota and surprised me with an unexpected visit! And a big THANK YOU to my Mom, Trudi, and Christa for being so organized and sweet, always. And to everyone who was really gung-ho about it- thank you for letting me disappoint you a million percent by:
a) refusing to rent a douchey Hummer limo
b) deciding not to bar hop (you wouldn’t have wanted to in that weather, anyway), and
c) not playing bachelorette games (I’ve heard horror stories about games involving bits of rope, cold hot dogs, and mini goal-posts…. Ummmmm?).
I think another Wine & Cheese Party is in order and the sooner the better! The best part about a Wine & Cheese Party is that you don’t need to get married to have one. Ladies, let’s make plans!
In the past 72 hours, I have:
- Gotten married
- Caught a cold
- Said goodbye to almost all of my friends & family (thanks for coming to the wedding, guys!)
- Gone candlepin bowling
- Slept more than my cat
- Gotten over my cold almost completely (thanks whiskey & Zicam!)
- Completely run out of cute & clean clothes to wear
To say the very least, it’s been a fast and furious couple days. In fact, this entire week has been exciting and completely exhausting. The last of the family flies out tomorrow, at which point David and I will break down into frantic tears of joy as we start re-organizing Slum Castle (it’s difficult to maintain order without the help of a maid) and getting back to daily life and, in my case, daily blogging. The fact that we’re actually married hasn’t quite settled in- though we’ve been living like married people for a looooong time already, so I’m sure we’ll manage the big change just fine. But I’m quite looking forward to having some alone time, just me and D, because we haven’t been alone in well over a week which makes me sad.
As you can imagine, I have loads of photos to share, experiences to document, and sleep to catch up on. And today, it’s back to work! So au revoir, my sweets! Let’s play again tomorrow. With photos and costumes and everything!