Moving On

Only a month has passed since my last post, and so much has happened! What a December. Happy New Year!

Things ended, mid-December between me and the guy I'd been seeing since October. It was mutual - we realized that our chemistry was friend-chemistry, not relationship-chemistry. Starting over sucks, but the glass-half-full outlook is that if someone could be SO perfect for me on paper, and the only thing lacking was chemistry, there's a guy out there who was absolutely tailor-made for me. And besides that, he and I are still friends, and it's only minimally awkward, which is awesome.

And of course, in case I hadn't had my daily dose of rejection that evening, I called The One to finally get an answer out of him. I had told him I loved him back in February, and then ignored the subject altogether to avoid the risk of hurting our friendship. But we're pretty much invincible now, closer than we ever have been, so I figured, now or never. And my hunch was correct -- I got the "I love you, but not in THAT way" line, although he did say that he had given it a lot of thought, which was actually comforting. But our friendship is exactly the same, without the giant elephant in the room.

Christmas was a comedy of errors. 2 days before I left for Michigan, our boss (who had originally decreed that we had to be back in the office on Mon 12/26, meaning I had to leave my family at noon on Christmas Day to fly back home) relented and gave us the day off. With such short notice, of course, the small airline that I was flying to and from MI was completely sold out on Monday AND Tuesday morning, so I was discussing options with my mother, when my father - who was staying in Charlotte near my mother (or with her? not sure) said he would pay for a whole new ticket. I started sobbing, crying ugly tears at work.

So, I made it to the family reunion, only to contract a 24-hour flu bug from one of my baby cousins, and then promptly turned around and gave it to 34 out of the 38 people at the reunion. Yay! Puking at Christmas! But the important thing is that I was there. Got back to NYC on Tuesday morning and hopped in a cab, luggage and all, straight to work, and proceeded to have the most ridiculous week of my life. Pre-New-Years-Eve: what a nightmare. Remind me to have a new job by the time holiday-time rolls around this year.

I'm exhausted, and really, REALLY ready for a better 2012. More coming soon(ish) about the awkwardness of seeing my father again...

It's yummy in the tummy/Chop chop charoset

So, as it's been two weeks since my last update, you may have surmised that I have been too busy doing fabulous things every night to be arsed with blog posts. You are partially right. I have been busy about 9 of the past 14 nights, and crazed at work 11 out of 14. (And that number is not 14 out of 14 because I deliberately took 3 days off to attempt to restore sanity and see my friends.) So, work is super boring now because I only have 2 weeks left, my duties have been 80% transferred onto my replacements, and my "special projects" role as given to me 2 weeks ago by my manager is currently on hiatus because said manager is on vacation. I have been at work for 3 hours so far and have done approximately one job-related thing. Well, 3, except that 2 of those 3 are not related to the job I have NOW but the marketing job that I "left" in January but am still secretly doing because no one else is doing it. Perhaps I'm mentally ill?

Anyway. So, last weekend was seriously amazing. The One was visiting again (twice in two months?? what is this, the twilight zone??) and while there were no declarations of love from either of us this time around, we spent a lot of quality time with - excuse me but I'm going to say this because it makes me extraordinarily happy - OUR friends and his family. I even got the coveted Pesach dinner invite and trekked out to Long Island on Tuesday night to stuff myself entirely TOO full of brisket/potatoes/haroset/celery dipped in salt water (whch oddly enough is my new favorite thing). I didn't get the chance to bring up the whole "I told you I loved you and now I'm sort of wondering if you might someday have feelings for me too? I just want to know because if not I'd like to start figuring out how to attempt to let go" thing because there just wasn't enough TIME (there never is) but I'm calling him at some point this week between work and rehearsals and. And yes of course I'm a little nervous, but at this point we're so close, and such good friends that I know it will be FINE. And even if what we have now is all I'm going to get (dashboard confessional reference! pass go, collect $200)... I'm happy.

Spring is finally here, also, and of course saying that now means that the groundhog is going to summon another blizzard or something, but it was 70 degrees yesterday, albeit drizzly, and the trees are finally in bloom. My one-year anniversary with the city is coming up SO fast (May 15!!!!????!!!!) and I'm getting a 25th-birthday/anniversary/etc tattoo in commemoration. It'll be a fleur-de-lis on the back of my neck, but as far as a specific design I'm not sure yet - note to self: set up an appointment at a hepatitis-free tattoo parlor, thanks.

But how are y'all? When I'm not either job or at rehearsal I am usually passed out on my couch in front of NCIS reruns, and am a bit less social than I was this winter. For this I apologize profusely, and let's get drinks soon? Or call me soon, if option A is geographically impossible? <3

Swirly

So, I'm feeling totally drained and uninspired today because I had approximately 36 hours of weekend this weekend, instead of the usual 60ish. At least I made about 800 bucks this week instead of the usual $450... now I can afford winter boots! (And maybe even pay for my flight to warm, sunny Florida for New Years.)

This weather, although damp and dark sometimes, is starting to feel more and more like Christmas is coming every day. I've never been to NYC during the holiday season, but I suspect it's going to be one of the most magical things I've ever experienced. I already have my decorations out in the corner of my living room and I am SO ready for Decorating Day (aka, the day after Thanksgiving, in which I get really drunk, eat Turkey Slop*, and decorate the apartment until it's entirely covered in glitter and/or tinsel).

For those of you who have ever done Christmas in the City... any favorite traditions? I'm totally going to the tree lighting, and if I have money I'm doing either The Nutcracker or the Radio City Christmas Spectacular. Give me your spectacular, I'll give you pictures of the happenings; scout's honor :)


*Turkey Slop is one of the few traditions from my relationship with The Ex that I've kept in my life. Basically, you make biscuits, then top it with shoestring french fries and the leftover turkey that's been swimming in gravy all night. Best. Recipe. EVER.