Daily Archives: February 4, 2015

How to make a bad day… not so bad.

Standard

14-Jan-15

 

I had a rough day.

In all honesty, I couldn’t pinpoint any single bit that made it worse than a normal day… I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, I guess.  And then had the bed explode, and stab me with a knife made of doom.  It wasn’t pleasant.

The workday didn’t make it any better, especially when I had a last-minute project dropped on my lap, which kept me at work just long enough to have to bail on a date.  Seriously – one of my biggest frustrations is how everything is always timed just close enough that it reminds you how it could have been… instead of definitely being absolutely too late to keep my plans, instead I was only 15min late… so that little voice in the back of my head kept reminding me that, maybe, I could have made it.  That this other option was still just close enough that I could maybe rush and make it only a little late…

But no – Instead, I cut my losses, canceled plans, and drove home.

I knew how to make it a better night though – delicious dinners, with delicious drinks, and delicious relaxation.

 

An alternative title to this could be: “the night I practiced shucking oysters”

Because that is exactly what I did – I stopped in at the butchers shop to get a pair of steaks.  One for dinner, and one for lunch tomorrow.

Then, I salted them, and left them to sit while I walked down the street to whole foods, while listening to an amazing album.  At whole foods, bread and oysters (along with sauce, and an oyster knife) were bought.

Then I walked home… taking just long enough for the album to finish playing all the way through.

Oysters were shucked while the oven was heating up – then eaten while I was cooking the steak and cutting up the tomatoes to go with it.  The bread was tossed into the oven to warm up right before the steaks were ready, and it was done by the time they had sit and rested after being cooked.

Scotch, of course, was sipped liberally throughout the process.

 

By the time I was done eating?  Well, nothing had really changed in the real world.  But my outlook on it was markedly improved.

New Years 2.0

Standard

Saturday, 11-January-2015

 

As is traditional, I hosted a party near the beginning of 2015… NEW YEARS 2.0!!

The story behind having another New Years party is the same as the last few years:  It’s from the few months when I got the chance to live in New Zealand. I had a friend who, a few years before I met her, had a HORRIBLE New Years. So bad, that it was decided that it didn’t count. Her friends just sat her down and said, “That didn’t happen.  Forget it.  We’re doing it again.”

So, clearly, time itself was reversed, and New Years happened again.  But better this time, of course.

 

In all honesty, it was a pretty tame party.  Chirag and I got together early in the day to get everything ready: I’d bought most of the stuff before, but him and I did a final shopping trip to top off our snack supply, then we bent down to cleaning up the house and putting everything in its place.  My roommate Lizzy had the flu, unfortunately, so she was holing up at her boyfriends house for the week trying to get better, and not infect everyone in the world.  So Chirag and I busted everything out, and made the house 110% presentable.

The party mostly stuck to the downstairs and the back yard – even though it was neatly 15 degrees out, we still had a fire and roasted marshmallows, turning them into smores and using the cold to our advantage, in regard to keeping drinks cold.  Not a huge advantage, I admit, but enough of one that we can call it a win if we don’t think about it too hard.

 

The real fun of the evening came a little after we finished with the fire and came inside – one of my oldest friends (Mike Casey, aka Big T) was in the kitchen!  That is generally terrifying, but in this case it was pretty amazing, since he was supposed to be down in Connecticut, maybe three hours away.  Instead, he had snuck a quick drive in after he got out of work, and made it up to Boston in time to join us before popping the corks on the Champagne and downing a few glassed for New Years 2.0

After the toast, the party unfortunately wound down pretty quick.  Folks went home, T and I chatted, and everyone generally tapered off to sleep.  T crashed on the couch, and Chirag hailed a cab home… though we did all meet up again the next day for Breakfast, and hitting the movie theater to watch the 3rd Hobbit movie again 🙂