This song was featured on Sunday’s episode of “Girls” and I loved it. It’s not new, but I’m so out of loop as far as music goes that it’s new to me, and I’ve been listening to it on repeat all week. It makes me feel nostalgic for a life that wasn’t mine, if that makes sense.
I’m starting to get excited for spring. It’s still super cold here, but we had a couple of random warm days over the last couple of weeks and now I can see the light at the long tunnel of winter. I think I’ve gained, like, 7 or 8 pounds since Thanksgiving and I don’t feel good about myself and I’m really excited to start riding my bike again and maybe even start jogging, which I haven’t done since I was about four or five months pregnant. And maybe once it’s warm and sunny again I won’t feel so blah and if I don’t feel so blah maybe I won’t be tempted to eat chocolate and cheese and bread in an attempt to feel less blah. I’ll just go for a walk instead. I mean, I walk now. I walk a lot. But it doesn’t make me feel less blah. Well, maybe a little less blah. But not enough that I don’t still crave chocolate and bread and cheese, you know? And wine.
Last night I had two margaritas the size of my head, which was kind of fun (also a beer and a half, plus two of those little tiny shots of wine they give you at gallery openings). And I wasn’t even hungover this morning, which is totally awesome. I made sure to drink tons of water when I got home and I took an Advil and I crossed my fingers and said said some prayers and sure as shit, I woke up this morning feeling fine. I was out with my friend Katherine, who is an old friend who goes all the way back to my early Chicago days. Back maybe 8 or 9 years ago, the two of us used to go out cruising for cute boys every weekend. I’d swing by and pick Katherine up at 10 and we’d drive to Wicker Park or Logan Square or sometimes Bucktown and start making the rounds at our favorite bars, the ones with the cutest guys. (And to those worried about drinking and driving, I hardly drank anything on those nights. I’d nurse like two beers from 10 to midnight and then switch to water until 2 and then drive home, sober as a lamp post). Anyway, we didn’t go cruising for cute guys last night, although I did see one guy who looked cute from the back and I encouraged Katherine to talk to him since she’s the single one, but she didn’t. And then when we got up to leave, she was all, “Oh, he’s gone! Guess I can’t talk to him,” and I swear it was like every weekend night we ever shared from 2004-2006 all over again. Except I was home by 11.
Anyhoo, I have no point, but if you’d like to discuss your weekend plans or your vacation plans or what you ate for dinner last night, I am all ears. We were supposed to go to a karaoke party tonight but it got canceled so now Drew and I are going to take advantage of having a sitter and go out just the two of us which we haven’t done since, I don’t know, maybe early January or something. Things might get wild.