Warning: This is such a lame post. March 27, 2007

Hi there, Beautiful Weather. Pull up a chair and stay a while, won’t you?
 
I walked outside for lunch and didn’t want to walk back into the office. In fact, I had to bribe myself.
 
Responsible Clink: I’ll buy you a tall, skim, iced caramel macchiato if you go back to the office! Doesn’t that sound good? You love iced caramel macchiatos.
 
Irresponsible Clink: OKAY FINE. Fiiiiine. But I’m not staying past five.
 
Responsible Clink: Fair enough.It’s been a great week so far and the arrival of spring, however temporary, just makes me want to write long, run-on sentences punctuated with more exclamation points than any human should rightfully employ.
 
Last night, we saw Snow Patrol at The Garden. I love bands with skinny boys who have accents and sing about things like forgetting the world and getting saved from darkness and taking your first steps as a child of 25. I also love seeing such bands while holding the hand of my delicious boyfriend, knowing that I get to go home with a boy who squeezes me tighter when a particular lyric resonates.
 
The boys of Snow Patrol were very enthused about playing in New York. They proclaimed it the best city in the world (though, I’m sure when they play in Topeka they say the same thing) and kept going on and on about New Yorkers and how awesome we are. And while we are awesome and New York is the best city in the world, there was still a cockroach crawling on the wall next to me during the encore and I was totally freaked out to the point that I had to sit on M’s lap. And that is New York in a nutshell: it rocks, but there are still fucking cockroaches everywhere.
 
Tonight I’m meeting a friend for dinner. Lobster rolls. My gym bag was packed and carted to work this morning, but at work it shall remain because this weather does not scream: “spend your few hours of freedom locked in a sweaty gym!” No, this weather screams: “to hell with your diet! Drink wine and eat to your heart’s content!”
 
Thursday I am hosting a get together for my former co-workers, which means there will some more to hell with the dieting as I will be baking cookies for the occasion. And on Friday, M and I will be watching Vanessa Redgrave perform in Joan Didion’s “The Year of Magical Thinking.” I’ve already stocked up on some Kleenex. (What’s that? You haven’t read the book? Well hop to it, slacker. It’s brilliant! Just, you know, heed my warning about needing tissues. Many tissues.)
 
How boring is this post? Omigod, so boring. You’ll have to forgive me, but my mind is elsewhere. Specifically, fantasizing about being outside right now, trying to undue some of the damage from a long, grey, cold winter. I hope it’s just as lovely wherever you are.