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millariI had an incredibly brief but satisfying visit today from my friend, whom I guess I'll call ScottishBelle. She lives in Glasgow, but she surprised me with an email yesterday saying she was going to be in town today for a few hours and did I have time to see her?
She came to ooh and aah at the new house and to bring me very fun housewarming gifts, including all the implements necessary to make a proper pot of British tea, and a DVD of an extremely fun, mindless but clever Brit comedy, Black Books, which GF and I quite enjoyed the pilot of on Comedy Central late one night in 2002. Comedy Central was clearly using the pilot just to fill a time slot, and we never saw the show again. The weird thing is, ScottishBelle didn't know I had even heard of the show, she had just thought I might like it.
She is doing cool stuff out there in Glasgow, including falling into becoming a booker of Swedish pop bands. Her life reminds me a bit of the life I was living 10 years ago, when I was in a band and touring, etc. Am I wistful? Just very slightly. Do I actually miss that lifestyle? Not so much. The thought of spending all my time drinking and making small talk in clubs just doesn't appeal quite the way it used to. Perhaps that is because now I know I could do it, and it's not a emotional challenge to overcome anymore. Perhaps I lack the patience. I'm not sure.
I'm enjoying a pot of tea and watching Episode #2 of Black's Books as I write this. The t.v. is loud and I'm just getting used to the idea that I don't have to feel bad about disturbing any upstairs neighbors. The other day I was blasting one of the music channels on the cable and it took me a few minutes to get used to the fact that I wasn't going to be disturbing anybody. The feeling reminds me oddly of when I first went to college and realized that I could go anywhere and do anything and I wasn't accountable to anyone. And I find it hard to believe that this is the way it's going to feel for the rest of my life.
Now the more mundane aspects of home ownership: GF and I spent much of Sunday being all domestic. I look forward to when we've caught up to getting the new house set up and clean and we can just maintain. We bought an incredibly awesome and rather expensive vacuum cleaner this weekend made by, of all companies, Simplicity (yes the people who make sewing stuff). It's an absolutely awesome vacuum cleaner, as dorky as that sounds. I zoomed around the mudroom, kitchen, living room and dining room in about 10 minutes today. It's amazing how if you spend past a certain threshold of money on something like that, the ease and quality level of the item goes up tenfold.
Anyway, enough boring domestic blather. Perhaps there will be something more exciting to prattle on about tomorrow.
She came to ooh and aah at the new house and to bring me very fun housewarming gifts, including all the implements necessary to make a proper pot of British tea, and a DVD of an extremely fun, mindless but clever Brit comedy, Black Books, which GF and I quite enjoyed the pilot of on Comedy Central late one night in 2002. Comedy Central was clearly using the pilot just to fill a time slot, and we never saw the show again. The weird thing is, ScottishBelle didn't know I had even heard of the show, she had just thought I might like it.
She is doing cool stuff out there in Glasgow, including falling into becoming a booker of Swedish pop bands. Her life reminds me a bit of the life I was living 10 years ago, when I was in a band and touring, etc. Am I wistful? Just very slightly. Do I actually miss that lifestyle? Not so much. The thought of spending all my time drinking and making small talk in clubs just doesn't appeal quite the way it used to. Perhaps that is because now I know I could do it, and it's not a emotional challenge to overcome anymore. Perhaps I lack the patience. I'm not sure.
I'm enjoying a pot of tea and watching Episode #2 of Black's Books as I write this. The t.v. is loud and I'm just getting used to the idea that I don't have to feel bad about disturbing any upstairs neighbors. The other day I was blasting one of the music channels on the cable and it took me a few minutes to get used to the fact that I wasn't going to be disturbing anybody. The feeling reminds me oddly of when I first went to college and realized that I could go anywhere and do anything and I wasn't accountable to anyone. And I find it hard to believe that this is the way it's going to feel for the rest of my life.
Now the more mundane aspects of home ownership: GF and I spent much of Sunday being all domestic. I look forward to when we've caught up to getting the new house set up and clean and we can just maintain. We bought an incredibly awesome and rather expensive vacuum cleaner this weekend made by, of all companies, Simplicity (yes the people who make sewing stuff). It's an absolutely awesome vacuum cleaner, as dorky as that sounds. I zoomed around the mudroom, kitchen, living room and dining room in about 10 minutes today. It's amazing how if you spend past a certain threshold of money on something like that, the ease and quality level of the item goes up tenfold.
Anyway, enough boring domestic blather. Perhaps there will be something more exciting to prattle on about tomorrow.
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Heartwrenching confession(s)
Date: 2006-05-09 05:59 am (UTC)Actually, I have two crushes to confess: I also adore our new vacuum. In fact, I got drunk and slept with it while you were out yesterday. Sorry. Now you know why the bedroom is so clean.
Oh, and I did I mention that I like your friend?
Re: Heartwrenching confession(s)
Date: 2006-05-09 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 07:07 am (UTC)Anyway, glad to hear you had such a nice surprise visit, and that the house is getting set up the way you like it. The blasting of music and/or TV is a wonderful perk of having your own house. I love it.