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Um, er, hobbies you say?
Feb. 9th, 2003 11:28 amThis weekend consisted of death marches, Hitler's art dealer, an office party, an engagement and a few rare moments of self-discovery.
It was a good weekend indeed.
Friday: Office party at Job #1. Catered. Ate like a pig. Was joined by O&T in this endeavor. Somehow in all of this I turned into a networking rockstar, hooking up O with K who makes documentaries for PBS and T with N who is putting on a V-day show at the university. And on and on it went until O said she felt like she needed to pay me a commission. Perhaps another skill to put on my resume as an emerging politico?
We also stopped by A's work and said hello. I am definitely developing a crush on A--perhaps forever unrequited, but sometimes that's a powerful thing in itself. K thinks he likes me, but it remains to be seen. More on my machinations and him later. It's hard having O in the room when you're flirting, she sort of takes up all the energy in a given space. I love that quality in her but it makes things desperately difficult when you're trying to get your game on. Argh.
Saturday: We went hiking in Muir Woods and climbed Mount Tam. There was lots of UP...I've realized that I'm not so wild about "up." L set a mean pace and soon the lesuirely stroll through the woods soon turned into a Yuppie Death March. Needless to say, it absolutely kicked my ass and I was confronted, once again, with the level (or lack thereof) of my physical fitness. Resolution, will join a gym on Monday. I figured while the muscles are all torn up and healing (and building) I might as well continue the process. Aside from that, the hike was beautiful, the woods were green, the brooks babbled, and the cell phones rang. Ah, Marin.
Saturday night I went on a date with M, a guy I met at a party a few weeks prior. I'm not terribly interested in M, but I've decided that the act of dating is more important for me right now than the participants. I've also resolved that I am not going to get hung up on anyone again. I will play that damned field if it kills me. I was plesantly surprised by the evening. M was charming, polite, intelligent, interesting, and chivalrous. We had dinner at a little Vietnamese dive and saw the film "Max." (Btw. the film is NOT reccommended.) No good night kiss (thankfully), but he wants to go out again.
Over dinner we kept up a banter and did the first date discussion of the who's and what's and why's of eachother's lives. At one point he asked me what my hobbies were and I had to honestly answer that I didn't have any. He didn't believe me and I had to admit that I was only remarkable in that capacity by my unremarkableness. He thought that was a little strange, as did I...but the date went on.
But it did get me to thinking...a total lack of hobbies, hell even interests, is a symbol of a life poorly lived. My life. The implications are ominious. I've been working at my crappy jobs for so long and so hard that I've neglected my life in the meantime. This is not okay. I will not sacrafice my twenties on the alter of a solid work ethic. No, no, no, no, no.
So I made a resolution (or rather a gesture), I will do a new thing every Saturday (my day off). No exceptions. It's not much, but it is a start.
Sorry this is so rushed, but I have a date with the outlet malls and Job #2.
Someone harass me about joining a gym this week..please.
Hope you are all well!
Ah, and a PS. My younger brother got engaged this weekend which officially leaves me the last man standing. Whoo hoo! Somebody buy me a drink.
The little prick called everyone else with the news but neglected to get ahold of me (I found out from my mother). Urgh, a fundamentalist Christian wedding with two freaking virgin brides...I can't wait to hear how they figure that one out.
It was a good weekend indeed.
Friday: Office party at Job #1. Catered. Ate like a pig. Was joined by O&T in this endeavor. Somehow in all of this I turned into a networking rockstar, hooking up O with K who makes documentaries for PBS and T with N who is putting on a V-day show at the university. And on and on it went until O said she felt like she needed to pay me a commission. Perhaps another skill to put on my resume as an emerging politico?
We also stopped by A's work and said hello. I am definitely developing a crush on A--perhaps forever unrequited, but sometimes that's a powerful thing in itself. K thinks he likes me, but it remains to be seen. More on my machinations and him later. It's hard having O in the room when you're flirting, she sort of takes up all the energy in a given space. I love that quality in her but it makes things desperately difficult when you're trying to get your game on. Argh.
Saturday: We went hiking in Muir Woods and climbed Mount Tam. There was lots of UP...I've realized that I'm not so wild about "up." L set a mean pace and soon the lesuirely stroll through the woods soon turned into a Yuppie Death March. Needless to say, it absolutely kicked my ass and I was confronted, once again, with the level (or lack thereof) of my physical fitness. Resolution, will join a gym on Monday. I figured while the muscles are all torn up and healing (and building) I might as well continue the process. Aside from that, the hike was beautiful, the woods were green, the brooks babbled, and the cell phones rang. Ah, Marin.
Saturday night I went on a date with M, a guy I met at a party a few weeks prior. I'm not terribly interested in M, but I've decided that the act of dating is more important for me right now than the participants. I've also resolved that I am not going to get hung up on anyone again. I will play that damned field if it kills me. I was plesantly surprised by the evening. M was charming, polite, intelligent, interesting, and chivalrous. We had dinner at a little Vietnamese dive and saw the film "Max." (Btw. the film is NOT reccommended.) No good night kiss (thankfully), but he wants to go out again.
Over dinner we kept up a banter and did the first date discussion of the who's and what's and why's of eachother's lives. At one point he asked me what my hobbies were and I had to honestly answer that I didn't have any. He didn't believe me and I had to admit that I was only remarkable in that capacity by my unremarkableness. He thought that was a little strange, as did I...but the date went on.
But it did get me to thinking...a total lack of hobbies, hell even interests, is a symbol of a life poorly lived. My life. The implications are ominious. I've been working at my crappy jobs for so long and so hard that I've neglected my life in the meantime. This is not okay. I will not sacrafice my twenties on the alter of a solid work ethic. No, no, no, no, no.
So I made a resolution (or rather a gesture), I will do a new thing every Saturday (my day off). No exceptions. It's not much, but it is a start.
Sorry this is so rushed, but I have a date with the outlet malls and Job #2.
Someone harass me about joining a gym this week..please.
Hope you are all well!
Ah, and a PS. My younger brother got engaged this weekend which officially leaves me the last man standing. Whoo hoo! Somebody buy me a drink.
The little prick called everyone else with the news but neglected to get ahold of me (I found out from my mother). Urgh, a fundamentalist Christian wedding with two freaking virgin brides...I can't wait to hear how they figure that one out.
