Thursday is the new Friday. August 30, 2007

Today is my Friday for tomorrow, tomorrow we move.
 
The Great Move-In Experiment of 2007 is underway, also known as FINALLY! (as has been the subject line of our emails for weeks now).
 
I haven’t really been obsessing (You: Liar! Me: No really!) as much as I have been anticipating. It’s like Christmas and also Easter and also my birthday and also the fourth of July and, literally, Labor Day weekend all rolled into one. I’m like a little kid, pacing and fidgeting and tapping my feet and OMIGOD, WOULD IT JUST HAPPEN ALREADY?
 
A little kid who, um, hasn’t packed a single thing. Not one. Single. Thing.
 
Ok, that’s not entirely true. I did take my extensive collection of headbands (I’m a headband girl; don’t judge) and stuff them all into an old make-up case so that I no longer, at 8:42am, when I should be halfway to work already, have to search through drawers and throw things around and grunt and berate myself for being so careless with my things because WHERE THE HELL IS THAT POLKA DOT HEADBAND (I’m a polka dot headband girl; again, don’t judge).
 
The hardest part of the weekend will be staying on track with Operation Buff Bride. I’m dedicated to eating healthier and less, all for the sake of photographs and my self-esteem on the Big Day. I do not want to be focused on the fact that I wish my arms were slimmer come July 25, 2008. I want to be focused solely on the fact that it is July 25, 2008 and I am GETTING MARRIED. Hence, I must take care of the arm (and all-over) slimming beforehand. Like, now.
 
Last night, there was a party for our office building. It screamed New York: a hundred or so hipsters people from various television and film companies gathered in a courtyard smaller than most suburban backyards, networking and hitting on and being hit on and reconnecting about that project they worked on long ago, and omigod, wasn’t that the worst? There was music and appetizers and, most importantly, free booze.
 
Normally, at these things, I am uncontrollable. Someone is always fetching me another glass of wine, I am always picking appetizers off of the trays making the rounds, sometimes two at a time, paying no attention to what I’m putting in my mouth because it’s a party! And it’s free! And my willpower is about as strong as (to shout out my heritage) a sheet of phyllo dough.
 
But not last night. Last night I plucked exactly three bite-sized appetizers off of trays and had exactly one glass of wine. And when I got home I didn’t feel disgusting and disgusted. Funny how that happens. Funny how I woke up this morning not hating myself. I like not hating myself.
 
So, yes, the long weekend, which I hope you all enjoy immensely.
 
Come Tuesday, there will most likely be pictures of our (!!!!) apartment (including one of the infamous Patriots garbagecan, natch). Either that or pictures of M lunging at the camera because CLINK, would you put that thing down already and, like, start unpacking because, like, this is ridiculous and I’ve had to do, like, everything.
 
Also come Tuesday will be the new job. The first time I will be “the boss.” I’m already practicing the many different ways one can say “bow down to me, the Almighty, you lowly assistant.” You’d be surprised.