The One Where I Talk About How Tired I Am

I've been trying to find the time to post, but either I'm too tired or too scattered. Last week, I was all about maintaining momentum, but that's clearly caught up with me. I don't think I've truly woken up since Sunday. Instead I've been walking around in a soporific fog. Thank god for energetic neighbors. They kidnapped me last night and rescued me from my pjs for a couple of hours. Although at the time, I was watching the premiere of Chuck, which I was kinda enjoying. It's no Arrested Development or anything- as a matter of fact, it's very many notches down the ladder- but I like the tone and the lead character is written really well. Are there any other new series out there worth checking out? That's one of the five million things I forgot to check today.

Oh Love, love is a lovely word

Believe it or not (I certainly don't), I have been dating my current boo for one full year today. It's been a whirlwind romance. He lifted me from the darkness of a hopelessly mismatched relationship, up to the sunkissed peaks of fervent bliss. (Oh geez, I'm on the verge of writing bad romantic poetry. MUST CHILL.) But it all seems to be spinning before my eyes! It feels like just the other day, we were heading off to our first big vacay together, where I was simply happy to be romping on a beach with a really cute guy. Now, I'm like a cartoon character with hearts instead of pupils in my eyes.

We celebrated the big One with some wine tasting at Les Zygomates last night. One of our best first dates had been at a wine tasting at Sel de la Terre, so it was a gimmee. We laughed, we drank, we chowed, we were finally getting comfortable around each other...a great memory, to say the least. We did those things all over again last night. However, I'm not sure if the first time has been given a special glow due to the circumstances, but I have to say I recommend Terre's over Les Zyg's. Well, first of all, the apps that were paired with the wines were much more filling then the literally bite size portions we were given last night. So, instead of getting winehead, it was a much smoother drinking experience. Plus, last night happened to be Bordeaux whites night. When's the last time you had a Bordeaux white? Exactly. Though, both sommeliers were awesome, I have to say. Really informative, charming, interesting guys. They're both my age, and man, I wish they were somehow in my circle of friends. How freaking awesome would that be? ("Oh, here's a little port from a chateau on the western edge of the Chamois valley. King George V used to drink this nightly apparently. They gave me a free bottle with the last order. It'll go really great with this lamb we're having.")

If that weren't all enough, something sweet and simple was whispered in my ear this morning, and I've been doing nothing but floating through the day since.

Aaaah.....the weekend

A friend came to visit from out of town the other night and we lamented on the lack of excitement in Boston. I took him to the only place that holds a marginal crowd on Sunday I know of- the now de rigueur Beehive. It didn't disappoint and maybe it even helped him feel like he was back in Europe. It was midnight, but there were several tables still having dinner and the crowd was a mix of arty types of all ages. But I had left my supercute boyfriend back at my place, so I had to end the night early after only one Beehive Julep (GODDAMN that drink is good) and dropped him off at the Eagle. Evidently, he's been to the 'Eagle' in just about every city in the states. I guess it's the gay equivalent of the ubiquitous 'Roxy'...but with very different undertones.

I actually was at Delux the other night, and I think I've lamented this to a few friends before (I guess I'm in a very lamenting mood), but that place just feels more and more empty every time I visit. We had dinner and all of the tables were full (which, for the first time, made me happy), but an hour later it started emptying out fast. I remember the days when I'd try to rush there before 8pm just to hopefully nab a seat at the bar. This time, the bar was half empty when we left around 10.

Maybe everyone's just transferred over the river to Cambridge. Went to a show Fri night at TTs, which was packed and fun (yay shows!). When the show let out around 1am though, everyone was forced to catch a cab since the opposite-of-useful T stops running at a stupid hour. I have never waited for a cab in the city longer in my life. The rock show hipsters were fanned out everywhere along Mass Ave. As we were waiting though, we noticed this insanely happening dance party going down at Zuzu! right behind us (which was very weird to me since the last time I was there I had a quite civilized meal of Moroccan Garden Couscous and pita with hummus). So, three guesses what a slightly inebriated couple with excellent rhythm ends up doing (and the first two don't count).

When we finally emerge? No problem catching that cab.

What I Did Last Night

Jim in the princess bed

Although I am poor, poor, POOR, I took my first jaunt to the local IKEA with Him. It was an international house of cheap furniture shoppers. I think I heard "whaddya think about this one" in about 5 languages. I literally have less than $20 in my account, yet managed to buy little doodads to wind up the 10 gajillion cables in my bedroom and a Rian, which is Swedish for little side table. Evidently, I need these things NOW, so instead of, I don't know, feeding myself, I get to construct a side table with no tools. I have no tools!

Afterwards, we checked out yet another new restaurant in the South End: Gaslight. It reminded me quite a bit of Beehive, but not as cool. However, when I'm at Beehive, I normally sit at the bar. I sat at a proper table at Gaslight, and that was not where the action was. It's funny how when you sit at a table, you act more behaved, but when you sit at a bar, you act as silly as you wanna. From here on out, I've decided I will only eat at the bar! And I will only eat apps and dessert! And drink port!! These are the things I like. Oh yeah, the food was pretty average, but I'm willing to give the place another try.

Me with my IKEA checklist. I heart checklists!

DODGEBALL

My boyfriend and I have recently begun dodging each other. And, it is AWESOME. Basically, it’s this social site that connects you with your friends via texts while everyone’s out and about.
Here's how it works:

1) You are out with a friend at Delux having a drink or two and generally having a pretty good time. The night is young, though, and you begin thinking how much more fun it would be if maybe another friend or two dropped by.
2) You text “@ Delux” to dodge (36343).
3) Dodgeball then sends a text to everyone on your friends list.
4) All of your friends are instantly alerted. They even provide the address!
5) Massive awesome party ensues! You head straight to work from the after-after-after party and curse your existence over 12 cups of coffee.

Doesn’t that sound like the best time ever? The site even has other useful features like, say, you’re in the vicinity of a bar you went to one night, and you want to check it out again, but you can’t remember the address. Just text “?Lucky’s” and they’ll text you the address and cross street. Or, say you want to find a place nearby you can play pool, you can text “deluxe?pool table” and they’ll text you a list. AND, you can find out where your friends of friends are. AND you can switch cities when you travel. AND you can create groups. AND you can secretly delete friends. AND you can deactivate/activate as many times throughout the night as you want. AND it’s the best thing since sliced bread.

However, I only have one friend.

And that one friend happens to be my boyfriend, who- surprise- I happen to be out and about with most often. So, when I text my location…he’s kinda already there. And it’s not helping that he’s not taking this as seriously as I am. For instance, his alerts usually let me know when he’s gone to the restroom or sleeping at his desk.

But, I JUST KNOW thousands (ok, a few) of my friends are going to join ANY DAY NOW. So, all of this limbering and practicing of the dodge texting will be so, so worth it.

(Update!! One more friend has joined! That makes TWO!!! Oh yeah.)

Quantifying Chaos

You know what’s really meaningless to me? Dates. If you were to ask me right now what’s today’s date, I’d give you a very dumbfounded blank stare for about 30 full seconds until it became quite awkward. Day after day, my mental deficiency in this area never fails to humble me. I mean, it’s simple, right? It’s a number! They go sequentially! You just add 1!
Although, in the end, we all have to admit it’s just an empty construct to add a token of structure to an otherwise meaningless and chaotic existence.