If you follow me on Tumblr or Twitter, you know that I've been a pie-baking machine for the last week or so. I honestly have no idea why--I'm not baking them for charity or my own personal enjoyment (I am firmly Team Cake). Also, it's been 90+ the past two weeks, and we don't have AC in our kitchen, so I'm sure my roommates were just SO pleased I was baking with an oven set at 425 degrees. I think I just like the process of putting the pie together and figuring out the ingredients (or I just really like weaving the lattice top). In any case, I was really excited because I put together a raspberry and peach pie to bring into work, only... it was a little too runny inside. I didn't think the ladies in the office would appreciate that (and I'm way too much of a perfectionist to bring in a less-than-perfect pie, sigh). In any case, I need to stop making food I have no intention of eating and actually make a legit trip to the grocery store. I usually go on Sundays with an idea of everything I'll want to make that week, but lately I've been blowing money by eating out or just stopping into the store on the way home and only buying food for that night. My room has also warped into a black hole of mistreated clothing and trash bags that I need to force myself to take downstairs. See, this is what happens when you give yourself a difficult writing deadline to meet--everything else can wait. Dishes? Oh, they can chill in the sink. Laundry? I have enough clothes to last me a few weeks. Sunlight? Who cares if I'm a frosty shade of pale in the summertime, right? Right.
(You guys--do you see how boring it is to be an adult?? I've already confessed that the highlight of my week is the one day I let myself get a Chipotle Veggie Bowl. Old at 23! I no longer have Secret Shame. Just Shame.)
I think I've figured out why I enjoy Tumblr: I am super lazy. Lazy in the sense that, after blogging for almost 10 years in one form or another, I'm a little bored and weary of having to sit down and attempt to be funny and/or clever and/or thoughtful for paragraph after paragraph. I'd rather be using that time to write, you know? Tumblr lets me post photos of all the weird crap I find in NYC, my previously mentioned pies, snippets and quotes from my WIP (there's one there right now), reblog all of the crazy internet memes I find, etc. That's not to say I don't like sitting down and writing out thoughtful blog entries about this or that--it's just that I've realized I'm, naturally, more of a micro-blogger. And I have a short attention span, apparently.
Like, for instance, I'm thinking about keeping track of my daily outfits over there. I've gotten the impression that my sense of style is shifting, but I'm still a little bit of a fashion schizophrenic when it comes to what I wear. I also get in the habit of wearing the same outfits over and over again, even though I have so many glorious clothes. That's the kind of thing I would never post on ab.com or LJ, but I'd feel inclined to post on Tumblr since it tends to be a little more "me." As in "ME, ME, ME, ME!! THIS IS WHAT I LIKE AND MAKES ME GIGGLE" me.
Anyway, so last night I had dinner with Mandy Hubbard and Anna at a restaurant called Five Napkin Burger. I must be the worst person at choosing restaurants, by the way. The last 5N we went to was on the Upper West Side, and was fairly quiet--this one was in the Theater District, so it wasn't exactly the primo location for a chat and chew. Lots of noisy, excited, happy people! I felt very, very bad because Mandy (who is in NYC visiting) managed to beat both Anna and I there. I'm always so nervous and worried for people who don't live in the city--I stress out over whether or not they can find a restaurant, handle public transportation, and if I'm making them do too much walking. Basically, I treat them like little lambs who might accidentally stumble into the mouth of a toothy wolf. Which just goes to show you what a high opinion I have of NYC...
Anyway, so the downtown train I would have needed to take wasn't running due to track problems in Queens (this always happens when it rains), so I had to take a different train down to 42nd Street/Bryant Park and hike it over to 45th and 9th Ave. Except, I always forget that 42nd Street = Times Square = Gawking Tourists = Much Frustration, so I basically had to shoulder-shove people football style to get past the Ripley's Believe or Not Museum. Come to think of it, I must be pretty to see coming down the street toward you. I'm one of those that always "walks with a purpose," meaning I have my headphones in, I'm walking fast, and I make annoyed faces at people who are standing around and blocking my path. Um, not one of my better qualities, but it gets me where I need to go, usually on time.
So in the end, I was about 10 minutes late and got there just as Anna was. We chatted about all sorts of things, none of which I can reveal here as they would break our Hamburger Circle of Trust. But it was fun and Mandy and Anna are both awesome. So there!
I'll end this by pointing you in the direction of the hi-larious videos the Old Spice Man has been posting in response to twitter messages. This was some marketing genius, folks. Marketing genius.