Monday. Grr. Do you sometimes wonder on Monday morning if you can make the magic of a good weekend last a little longer if you just *pretend* that it isn’t Monday already. I’m trying that now. It’s tough to do in the office…
Friday night! I had a massage. I had a 6:30 appointment (that was already rescheduled from Monday), but when I got to the woman’s house, she looked at me like I had three heads. I was all: “Um, I have an appointment for…now?” and she was all: “Oh, REALLY?” But it all worked out. She swiftly prepared the room and got down to business. I’m doing well, body-wise. I don’t have a ton of issues, and it’s probably helpful that I’m very flexible (or as she put it, I seem “loosely put together”). I do have some killer tightness in my right shoulder blade area, which she worked like a bad-cop. We also had an interesting conversation about upbringing. I explained that I had a particularly healthy/wholesome upbringing with good, responsible parents on a farm (for crying out loud). I said I always felt safe and cared for (all true). She said that she’d done a lot of studying of people who’d worked with different cultures and they’d found that children who grow up in stable environments frequently have better body-coping and less stress in their bodies. Children who grow up with less care and safety and more chaos learn early to keep their bodies rigid and just keep using that as a coping mechanism. I‘m not sure if the idea hold water, and I know that correlation is not causation, but I thought it was an interesting idea nonetheless. After the massage, I! did! nothing! It was nice.
Saturday, I puttered around the apartment and got ready for the Boston Ballet’s The Nutcracker, to which I wore my most tutu-like skirt :). I got to the opera house a few minutes before J, so I sipped my latté and looked on as a million adorable little girls sprinted in with their parents following close behind. There were so many bows, and velvet dresses with faux-fur cuffs, and sparkle nail polish… When J arrived with her mother and niece we had time to get to our seats and take a few (covert) pictures before the show started. These dancers were incredible. Their bodies were so muscular it was not to be believed. They demonstrated such control over every move; they were like machines. You know what it reminded me of? Really good special effects in movies – where you KNOW that it’s not real, but it looks so real. Only this was REAL. GAH!
After the ballet ended (rather abruptly, I thought, in the middle of Claire’s dream…) we puttered about and ended up at the Union Oyster House – the oldest restaurant in the country. It was good to get inside because the icky weather was turning increasingly cold and gross. We had yummy seafood and dessert and coffee. We then walked in the snowing snowy snow to North Station to drop off J’s mom and niece. There was hot chocolate. It was molten. J and I took the T back to my place, twirled around in my living room like drunks, debated the likelihood of padding in the male dancers’ junk-region, ran a quick errand in Arlington, and made our way over to the Paradise rock club to see our friends in the Ryan Montbleau Band. The road was snowy and bad and did I mention snowy? Also, people in MA don’t know how to drive in the snow, so they were doing it wrong. We made it unscathed, though we did have to trek through several blocks of slush, and it was hella-windy, which made my umbrella nigh on unusable, but I persisted, so most of the time I walked with it inverted, as the wind kept blowing it into the shape of a bowl. It still caught some snow, and J and I had a good laugh, as did passers-by.
This post is getting long, but if you’re still with me*, XOXO, because there’s still more. We dropped our stuff backstage in the band’s room and swiped a beer, then we made some rounds. Caravan of Thieves was the opener and DANG were they fun. It was a gypsy jam and they all looked the part and the singer reminded me of John Leguizamo in Moulin Rouge, only normal size, and I got to talk to the (upright!) bass-player (Brian) after the show about them and theatrics and theatre and stuff and he was lovely and charming and J bought me a cd. Because she is generous. And also pretty.
Then RMB was playing and everything was happiness and light (and grey suits – they wore grey suits). There were many many people there that I knew and were shook it and listened and talked and hugged. I was responsible, as I was driving, and I didn’t get home until 2:30, and I got to sleep in (apart from many cat-related interruptions).
Sunday I did as close to nothing as possible (for me). I did some cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen, and made turkey soup, and watched LOTR: Return of the King (because I hadn’t watched it on Thanksgiving 1B and I was owed it!). Then in the evening, my wonderful man returned (Return of the Man!) and we had dinner and watched an indie British film (Boy A**) and part of No Country for Old Men and went to sleep after much cuddling and Eskimo-like face rubbing (because he’d shaved, and freshly-shorn dudes' faces are so SO so wonderful, but especially his).
Seriously, I have more thoughts rolling around in my head but I will save them because you probably need a nap after this.
*If you’re not with me, good day to you. I said GOOD DAY!
**This movie is good, but also depressing, and kind of left unresolved. But still good.
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