(because I feel the need to write but have nothing noteworthy to write about)
I always feel like I've got nothing going on, nothing exciting, nothing to talk about and nowhere to go. I talk with Cheryl and I find myself saying, "I got nothing" repeatedly. She says it too and I find that we're both totally lying when we say it!
I've always said, "If you're bored, it's your fault." While I do spend a bit of time bemoaning my singledom every now and then, most of the time I find that I have no time to do all that I want to do. I think if I were coupled it would be annoying figuring out when to spend time with said fella. As my married friends remind me, it's not always that great being married either. I guess you pick your poison, huh?
The highlights of the last month or so:
I saw Rise Against and Gaslight Anthem in Denver and Rise Against was incredible - political, loud, smart, amazing. I also saw the Afghan Whigs on their reunion tour 3 days before one of my biggest events at work and don't regret it one bit. I definitely should've been sleeping and working more that week but I had to take time out to see Greg Dulli again. As an added bonus, my friend Ken, who I met in college and worked at a record store with, was at the show with his beautiful lady-friend after recently moving to this great state.
I started reading "Anna Karenina" so find myself turning down NPR so I don't hear about the movie that's coming out. All the reviewers assume everyone knows the whole story. I went to such a small school that NONE of the classics were required reading. I've read them all as an adult and there are many more on the list. So many books, so little time.
I've learned to use my sewing machine and have made numerous pillows and am now one of those women at JoAnn Fabrics on a Saturday night. I would much rather spend time sewing than out on the town. I don't know what that says about me but I have a lot of pillows to show for my time. If you're a friend of mine, expect one for Christmas.
I finally caught up with a couple of friends last weekend that I haven't seen in what seems like months and it was so nice to just sit, eat and catch up with them. My isolation needs keep me separate, sometimes for longer than is healthy.
November 6th came and went and a collective sigh was heard amongst those of us voting for Obama. I cried tears of joy and relief watching the returns, and a drunkie Diane Sawyer, on election night. My parents are here for the Thanksgiving holiday and my desperate hope is that politics do not come up anywhere in conversation. I've refrained from putting my Obama sticker on my car and have put away any remnants of the election in my house. I'm trying to adhere to the Jefferson quote: "I never considered a difference of opinion in politics, in religion, in philosphy, as cause for withdrawing from a friend." If Kid Rock and Sean Penn can do it, so can I.
I've seen a couple of great movies, and a few not so great, yeah, you, "Magic Mike." "Argo" was incredible and my fantasy love affair with Ben Affleck continues (even though I do like Matt Damon better). Especially now since Mr. Affleck is developing a screenplay to direct "The Stand." Yesterday, I saw "The Sessions" with Helen Hunt and John Hawkes. There were three people in the theatre with all of the others full of Twi-hards. I'm no prude but this movie was a bit of a challenge to watch. It's based on an article written by Mark O'Brien, a disabled poet who, as a virgin in his late thirties, hired a sex surrogate to remedy his situation. This movie, while uncomfortable at times, is so worth seeing. The acting is incredibly brave, a marvel, really. It reinforces the fact that humans have a lot of sexual hangups that keep us from experiencing true intimacy and love, in all forms.
Well, that's it. See, "I got nothing," ain't true. Now onto the next thing!