I know I’m a day late, but that’s partly on purpose. Today (10/23) is my wonderful, awesome, inspiring, crazy, lovable, exciting, supportive, annoying, amazing mother’s birthday. She told me not to post it on Facebook, sooooo I posted it in my blog instead! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!
Ok, now back to me. Ben went to Alpharetta for the weekend, so I had a whole weekend to myself, which was surprisingly refreshing. I got a lot of cleaning done in my apartment, which was desperately necessary. I also went to a 90’s themed party thrown by Tommy (dressed as Arnold from “Hey Arnold!”) and Bennett (dressed as Will Smith from “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air”). I dressed up as Zenon from the Disney Channel Original Movie “Zenon, Girl of the 21st Century.” I think I did pretty well, costume-wise.
It does beg the question though, how many more years will it be before people start throwing 2000’s parties? And what does one wear? Is it just a regular party disguised as a costume party, since you could basically wear anything in your closet, since most of those styles are still relevant? I don’t know. I guess we’ll see in a few years.
Sunday, I continued my cleaning spree by taking my comforters to the laundromat, since they’re too big to fit into my washing machine at home. While I was waiting for them to wash, I took myself to dinner at the Indian place right down the street (Nirlep), since I knew that’s one food Ben wouldn’t want to eat with me. Eating by yourself at a not-very-crowded restaurant is a strange experience. I didn’t know what to do with myself, other than eavesdrop on other people’s conversations and play WordFeud on my phone. I ordered the same amount of food I’d normally order in a group, because I don’t know how to order food for just 1 person. It was good, although not the best indian I’ve ever eaten by any means.
In honor of my awkward dinner alone Sunday night, I bring you this week’s quote, courtesy of author Laurie Colwin. Have a great week!
“Dinner alone is one of life’s pleasures. Certainly cooking for oneself reveals man at his weirdest. People lie when you ask them what they eat when they are alone. A salad, they tell you. But when you persist, they confess to peanut butter and bacon sandwiches deep fried and eaten with hot sauce, or spaghetti with butter and grape jam.”