Why is it that...

...in Boston guys will walk into walls because they're busy staring at me, but in New York I'm as good as invisible? It's sort of amazing how different it is down South.

Why do people lie? They do and it's sickening.

Why am I so tired all the time? Oh wait, I know. Because my life is ruled by craigslist and other people are insomniacs too.

Why do people ask for more than they deserve, and when will I learn to do this? I tried tonight and failed. Can someone help me?

Why don't I go to bed?

Wobbling for a Weber

It was my birthday (and Easter) weekend and I desperately needed to take advantage of the sudden 70+ degree weather. So I planned a barbecue party in the back yard--about 2 days before it happened. It was the day of the party, about an hour after people were supposed to show up at my house, and there I was with the boyfriend at Sears waiting for someone to return with an answer about a particular grill when we heard an announcement asking the Easter Bunny to return to the ground floor. That in itself seemed humorous enough for me, but the day had more laughs in store for us. The next thing we know there's a backroom stock guy walking by who notices our amusement. He stops and says, "You know, our manager is crazy about Easter. He painted the staff break room yellow. . . Every time I walk in there it makes my mind wobble."

Needless to say, that phrase has been used a few times since then.

I'm Not Dead

From the lapse, you might think so, but no. Just busy and secretive.

You might also think that the flooding in Boston would stop us, but no again. However, people are getting seriously angry about the weather. Today, I had a 10 minute conversation with someone about how angry she was about the weather. I was sure she was about to assign personal blame to someone. (She didn't). It was so visceral! Another 6'+ woman had just "ugh! I was almost blown over by the wind at South Station" to say. She was pretty drenched too. No bikes were ridden to the office this morning--especially not mine. However, one colleague wore a sweater. No jacket. No umbrella. Just a soaking wet sweater.

I had a water proof jacket, which I wore over the backpack, an umbrella, and I ran most of the way. Sure, I didn't smell that great, but I had some endorphins going for me and I wasn't too drenched. I suggest my method--especially if you're just going (indoor) rock climbing later anyway.