Optimist Under Siege

A friend of mine planned a formal event this past weekend (something I approve of and very much appreciate! Yeah, dressing up!). As a result, my husband and I ended up going out to a fancy dinner beforehand at an old school Boston institution, Locke-Ober.

Now, I didn’t really know much about the place, which made my first impression that much more interesting. The restaurant, Locke-Ober, turned out to be the definition of an old school restaurant. Frank Sinatra should have been there drinking cognac and smoking a cigar! From the dark wood paneling to the framed mirrors and gold/brass highlights behind the bar areas, and even the oriental rug-like carpeting, I actually kept expecting a bar maid out or Renoir’s paintings to serve me a sidecar (which we both drank!). I know that I’m mixing my time periods in my description, but wow! And the average age of the clientele must have been at least 65!

The weird thing is that we actually got pretty bad service. The waiter never came back to get my husband’s drink order and he forgot to bring us our side dish of spinach. We tried to figure out if we had perhaps done something to offend him…and decided that perhaps our extreme relative youth was enough!

I had a very unique experience with the recent presidential election. On election day Tuesday, I happily went to the voting booth and did my civic duty (as they say). Then, coincidentally, Tuesday evening I boarded a plane for London (where I visited a friend in London and another in Edinburgh). The vacation had been planned with no consideration of election day, but I was glad to be here to vote instead of having to get an absentee ballot.

But here’s the funny part. My husband and I managed to watch some of the early election results from a bar at the airport, but then we spent the next six or seven hours on a plane without any access to news. Once we arrived in London (mid-morning UK time), we went to meet up with our friend for lunch and had to ask her, the European, who exactly our next president was going to be. She laughed at us! But she did know and filled us in on Obama’s victory. What a funny way to find out!

On a further funny presidential note, one of the London newspapers had a GREAT headline the following day. It read: “The day the US became a little bit cool again.” Amusing and awesome!

Guess what we were for Halloween!

Here are some hints. Yes, I’m a cat. Yes, my husband is a cat also, but he happens to be a dead cat.

Additional hint…yes, we are dorks. Yes, this has something to do with quantum physics.

That’s right, we’re Schrodinger’s cat!!!

The 2 whole people who understood our esoteric costume thought it was hilarious. Everyone else were basically like, “hey…nice cat and zombie costumes…whatever.”

That’s okay. We amused ourselves at least!

P.S. We’re leaving for a trip to London and Edinburgh tomorrow. So there will be a slight pause in blogging. See you all in about a week!

I killed a mosquito last night and it was really plump and squished all over my hands in a seriously gross, smeary way. I washed my hands A LOT after that.

So why did I kill it when I knew, based on its lovely plumpness, that by killing the mosquito I was going to create a nausea-inducing mess all over my hands? Well, I’ll tell you.

It was a matter of self-preservation. You see, a few nights ago, my husband and I were both literally kept up most of the night by one single, freakin’ obnoxious, lowly mosquito. Just one mosquito was all it took. I kid you not.

I’m not sure either of us were even bitten by it, but it kept doing that obnoxious anti-Darwinian (wouldn’t you think?) behavior where it buzzes in your ear. And when you’re half-asleep and you hear this, you tend to reflexively swat at it (ineffectually, mind you). But in swatting at the mosquito you wake yourself back up. And the mosquito, one single mosquito, managed to do this enough to keep us both awake most of the night!

We actually resorted to leaving the bathroom light on (hoping the mosquito would be drawn to the light) and spraying bug spray randomly on our dressers and other places (my memory is a little hazy as I was half asleep!).

So I killed the bug last night because I had to. And that’s that.

The good thing is that I FINALLY got myself to go clothes shopping yesterday. Otherwise, I might soon have been walking around au naturel! Somehow all of my fall/winter clothes seem to have worn out at the exact same time. How does that happen?

Well, I guess you could argue that it’s partially the fact that I never go shopping until I absolutely have to. I’m not a big fan of shopping, but I do quite enjoy the result (clothes to wear!).

Of course, I still haven’t gotten around to buying jeans. The ones I wear most often have some holes in unfortunate intimate places…yikes! But I’m sure I’ll get around to it soon. Of course I will. I probably will.

Oh let’s face it. I may be wearing holey jeans for some time…!

I have the first of my official “informational interviews” today, research for my potential new career as a career counselor. In fact, I’m already waiting at one of my favorite places, Starbucks, as my interviewee is due in about half an hour. I will say that I’ve been quite surprised and happily pleased at the responses I’ve gotten from people regarding setting up informational interviews, especially considering the fact that I’m asking for free interviews with career counselors. It could look to them like I’m trying to get them to work for me (ie. counsel me) for free. But I really am interested in hearing what THEY do.

I suppose I could also look at the general helpfulness and good will of the career counselors I have contacted as an indication that yes, career counseling might be a good field for me. I would definitely like to be surrounded by helpful, nice people! I mean, who wouldn’t?

The other happy thing so far is that the Starbucks I’m meeting this person at turns out to be a really nice one. If I were ever studying or working at Northeastern University, I might just spend some time here!

(Yes, Hello, My name is Holly…and I’m a Starbucks addict.)

(Which is funny considering that I still only order a “tall.” That’s just denial I guess!)

Last night we threw a “get to know your neighbors” party for the 15 apartments in our building. We’ve lived here for a little over two years now and we barely know, heck we’ve barely seen, anyone. So I figured it was time to make a stand and throw a party!

We bought some wine and cheese. I even made some spiced cider and rum. By 7:00 pm last night the brie was baked, the candles were lit, and the door was left ajar.

By the time 7:20 rolled around and my husband and I were still sitting around by ourselves in a sad looking party room with way too much cheese and bread laying out, we finally had our first guest. Phew!

All told, we had three other apartments come join us and had a rather fun, pleasant evening. We chatted, we watched the Red Sox (who lost…oh well), and we compared apartments. It wasn’t the raging crowd we might have had, but it was a good time and I think was a very good step toward becoming friendlier with our neighbors.

Of course now we have enough food and cider left to throw about four more of those parties…I guess it’s bread and cheese for dinner tonight!

As I continue my career path introspection it’s hard to ignore the fact that I’d be a really amazing pastor. Except for that whole believing in god thing. I suppose that’s probably a deal breaker!

But I’d give awesome, dramatic sermons and I’d be so encouraging of everyone. And I would deliver weddings that would have people looking forward to the ceremony, not just the booze awaiting them afterward.

Maybe I’ll have to start my own non-god focused cult because, damn, I’d be an awesome spiritual figurehead.

This is my politically incorrect career thought for the day!

With the weather as nice as it’s been for the last week or so I have of late gotten this incredible urge to do something quintessentially fall-like, but am not really sure what that is. I’m really just looking for an excuse to be outside, crunch through piles of leaves, smell the trees and enjoy the colorful landscape. And yes, I’d like to also throw in some apple cider drinking and perhaps pumpkin pie eating.

But I’m not really sure what to *do*. There is, in fact, a corn maze a couple of hours west of Boston that sort of fits the bill, but it seems awfully silly to rent a zipcar for a day just to walk a corn maze.

Hmmm…I guess I’ll just have to keep brainstorming fabulous fall activities. In the mean time, I did have a pretty tasty locally made pumpkin ale last night. That’s on the fall side of things!

One of the coolest things ever is to know someone who is going to school for massage therapy. Because you know what that means? They need to practice! And what’s more, they act as if you’re doing THEM a favor by volunteering to be massaged. It’s the best scam ever!

So this happened on Saturday evening. A friend’s girlfriend came by with her table and massage oil and everything and gave me a massage. And when she was leaving she wholeheartedly thanked me for letting her practice.

Oh my goodness…”YOU’RE WELCOME!!!” (No, really, you’re welcome anytime…day or night…I’m here for you!)