i had the best food day ever today. well, bad from the watching what i eat perspective, but good in all the other ways that really, for one day, are more important.
this week was Restaurant Week in Boston, and so i decided that today, i would go to one of the participating restaurants for lunch and another for dinner. so today, i had lunch at Icarus and dinner at Seasons restaurant. dinner was very good, it was excellent, it was extremely smoothly executed and the service was attentive and personable. but lunch. lunch was divine. lunch was bite after bite of lusciousness. lunch was transcendent. in some ways, i'm still high from my lunch.
well, from lunch and from finding the perfect black sandals at the Tannery this morning. they are exactly the sandals i've been looking for for the last two summers. they are black, insanely comfy, they fit perfectly, and they are cute and just that little bit dressy enough to wear with my flippy skirts. and they were marked 50% off just today. and they're perfect. perfect perfect perfect.
and can i be any more pathetic? what is with this clothes thing? clothes. clothes that i like and that fit, they make me happy. buying them, wearing them. it's ridiculous. who am i and what the fuck did i do with the angry 16-year-old girl in the torn-up jeans, black t-shirt, and unlaced hiking boots that i used to be?
still. i like being happy. i like it that there are so many things that make me happy. it doesn't seem right to scorn one of them just because it doesn't fit precisely with a stagnant, antiquated version of myself.
i mentioned this worry about the clothes thing to someone recently, i think it was monday (a good beginning to a lovely week that was so much better than last week it's not even funny), and he said, half-joking, that i should just think of clothes as a way of expressing who i am -- the more clothes, the more expression. it was very cute, and a good try, but not exactly convincing.
oh, i am so doomed. doomed to regret, at this point. argh. but, it's okay. i've reached the philosophical stage at this point. maybe he turns out to be really annoying in some non-obvious but important way. yeah.
not that i will ever know. argh!
and i haven't worked on Game in over a week!! aieeeeeeeee!
sorry about the exclamation points. i guess i'm feeing a bit overemotional today. gah.
oh. actually, i lied. i worked on Game on Monday. i wrote half a sheet. which is definitely good. especially because it was a bluesheet. but still.