Girl Drink Drunk

Yesterday, I attended a lovely wedding shower for a high school friend of mine who will be getting married later this June, and a third beloved friend is the maid of honor and hosted the soiree. It was a brunch at a local restaurant, and mimosas were served.

When I started drinking, the first drink I went to was the gin and tonic, a drink that I had taken sips from on the beach when I was in sixth or seventh grade and my parents rented a house on the beach in Vermillion, OH. I loved the lime tart citrus and gentle burn on gin, and it really became my idyll as far as drinking was concerned.

I was not a beer drinker when I started drinking, but I have definitely come around to beer being my drink of choice, simply because I know the kind of drunk I’m going to get when indulging, and I know exactly what I’m going to deal with the next morning.

But in the middle of those two assureds, for me, there will always be the nebulous realm of the supposed “girl drink,” which I am ultimately unable to handle. In this class of drinks you get the cosmo (vodka and cranberry juice: sugar), the screwdriver (orange juice and peach schnapps: sugar), and the mimosa (champagne and orange juice: sugar).

The mimosa will always be my kryptonite because of a) the sugar content of the juice, and b) I just can’t do champagne on a good day. I get a headache within five minutes, and 30 minutes later, I’m yawning and wanting to crawl under the furniture to take a nice, long nap. This usually happens to me: it’s a vicious cycle.

So, for whatever reason, I decided that I would have not only one, but two mimosas before brunch was even served. They were delicious, but for me, that was two too many. I even broke my general boycott on coffee to try and bring myself out of a champagne-induced torpor.

But you can’t ask for a gin and tonic before noon, unless it’s the Kentucky Derby: that’s just gauche.  Next time, I’ll stick with iced tea.

Friday 5 for May 25, 2012 – Intro

I’m going to enjoy this long weekend by spending time with family, getting stuff done around the house, going to a wedding shower, and hopefully getting through some more of my book that I’m working on. The good and bad thing about the summer semester at school is that there are less people roaming around, the school is running a lighter crew. When I remember to bring my lunch from home, I can sit in front of a window, eat, watch the world go by and get some reading done. I wasn’t able to do that  during the Spring/Fall semesters.

In the meantime, I’m hoping to get more of an opportunity to use my new camera. I rolled it out a little bit for my friend’s wedding shower, but I’m still trying to get the hand of the “intelligent focus” which, in my estimation, was an extremely under-achiever, if you ask me. But, practice makes perfect, and I’m looking forward to trotting it out again. I was desperate for a new camera that I could throw in my satchel when on vacations and be-bopping around, and this thing is just what I need, I’m just frustrated that I haven’t been able to master it. I clearly need to go back through the users manual.

Anyway, onwards! To the Friday5!

  1. What’s an interesting way you became introduced to someone?
    When I was working at Heinen’s in the summers my last two years in college, the customer service manager and I became close and would go to a nearby bar after closing the store for the night and have a few beers. She knew the bartender on call (the nephew of a hometown celebrity) and introduced me to him. His response, his pleasure at meeting me, was to rais his shirt and show me his nipple. My hand to God, this really happened.
  2. Upon first being introduced to someone, what pleasantry are you most likely to speak?
    That it’s a pleasure to meet them, and ask how’ve they been.
  3. What song do you think has a terrific first line?
    Well, a good opening, at least: “Here there is no revelry / The sadness needs no leavening / So loose your boots and sit yourself down.” Tarkio, Save Yourself
  4. What’s a film that started off poorly but turned out to be quite good?
    I can’t say. Usually, I will turn clunkers off if they start to suck, or they suck all the way through. Very few redeem themselves.
  5. What’s usually a good early sign that your weekend is going to be great?
    I have a good Friday day which will carry me through.

Source: f.riday5.org

The Power of Choosing

It’s been such a weird day of highs and lows. I’m currently sitting here, writing, in an effort to get out of my head.

Irony, I hardly knew ye…

Charlie and I talked briefly about taking a small vacation after I finished the spring semester in an attempt to distance myself from the stress of finishing it, and from what is turning into an insanely busy time at work. He posited originally that we take this weekend to get away, but I have commitments and could not. I opted instead that we take a vacation similar to the one we took last year, after I was finished with the summer semester.

I’m not sure that I can make it that long, but again, I’m only speaking from a worn-out place today.

I have to remind myself often that even though reality is of my own perception, I’m often an unreliable narrator. The fact that I am on Buspar to adjust my brain chemistry is proof of this. The fact of the matter is, there are plenty of things that I will be doing in my free time between now and the end of August to get away from my own head.

K and I plan on riding bikes in the summer; I know that I’ll be headed out to Lake Milton a few times over the summer; I’m going to my 10-year reunion this summer; I have plans to hang out with my friends in Columbus, too. I have books to read and art to make.

Part of my struggle will always be to get out of my own head, to stop trusting my narrator is omniscient.

I think the benefit to today is that it’s over, and I get to start fresh tomorrow, to look forward with a positive outlook. Embracing tomorrow with optimism is my choice, I get to choose how I’m going to live my life.

I find that idea comforting.

Friday 5 for May 11, 2012 – Travel

  1. If you could get on a plane tomorrow, where would you go for a week? Where would you go for a month?
    Week: I would head down to Cave City, KY to spend a week doing the differnt cave tours and also hit the Kentucky Bourbon Trail (even though I’m not into bourbon, but hey); check out Berea, KY and buy some art.
    Month: I’d head out west and hit all of the major attractions, including Zion National Park; Four Corners; The Grand Canyon; Virginia City, MT; Cody, WY and the Buffalo Bill Historical Center; check out Gimes Point. For starters….
  2. Where do you want most to return to?
    Clearly, would love to return to Cave City and just southwestern Kentucky in general.
  3. What was your most memorable meal or drink while traveling?
    For now, the meal I had while traveling in Atlanta with my friend at the South City Kitchen. I just love Southern food, and it was perfect at South City Kitchen. Actually, I got a pretty good taste of it when Charlie and I went to Soho on W. 25th. I’ll definitely be going back there. Bourbon-covered bacon!
  4. What is the most breathtaking view in your city? How about from your travels?
    There are so many, especially when you love Cleveland as I do. Just last night, on my way home from Soho, I was cresting part of Route 2, which gave me a pretty good view of all the tall buildings downtown all lit up for the night. That’s a pretty spectacular view. So is the view of the city at night from the lake. The best view from my travels, though? This one.
  5. What’s the most touristy thing you’ve done?
    Honestly, I try to make every trip I go one as a ridiculously touristy. I try not to be an ugly tourist, but I also like to have a healthy dose of self-humor about myself, so I’m not above posing in front of Dr. Pemberton or Centennial Olympic Park, or at the Duquesne Incline, or at Fallingwater.

Source: f.riday5.com

(Alomst) Done

In the dregs of this semester, the last 4 weeks were spent trying to wring as much time out of my other group members as possible, trying to think forward, trying to plan for all contingencies, trying to have an answer to any off-the-wall question we would be bombarded with while presenting. The last two weekends were spent nearly entirely downtown with my group. The last two weeks, there was no real respite from the grind between work and school: I’d have a busy and productive day at work, but know that I’d get a break for about an hour between driving home and eating chow, and having to hole myself up for the evening in front of the computer doing research and arranging the material into PowerPoint slides.

At one point, I was fantasizing about all the things I couldn’t wait to do when I had time again. I even made a little list:

  • ride my bike through the Metroparks
  • go out to Lake Milton and bake in the sun
  • go see a movie, with a huge bag of popcorn and a gallon of soda
  • get a pedicure
  • read a book all afternoon
  • watch an hour of E! News while sitting and not working

For the record, I rarely go out to movies and it’s way too early in the season to be heading out to the Lake to bake in the sun. But the mind does crazy things when you’re chained to a desk.

It just made me glad that I can balance my checkbook and can go back to doing laundry again. No time for chores, Dr. Jones!

But, the presentation is complete, I have passed the course, and I’m clear to graduate when I accumulate the requisite amount of hours. This means I still have three electives to finish, and I will be able to start my alphabet soup at the end of my name.

Since I won’t be walking until next year, this all feels a little strange. All of the members of my team will be graduating this year, so for them, it’s crossing the finish line. For me, it’s like “hurry up and wait.” And while I’m all on board with everyone celebrating with me and this accomplishment (it was hard work), at the same time, I don’t want to use up all of my well-wishes, if that makes any sense.

I just feel so much lighter. I’m looking forward to this summer, and even though I’ll be back down at CSU 2 nights a week throught August, it doesn’t feel nearly as overwhelming.

I’m glad I got through it, I’m glad I learned as much as I did. But I am also so, so glad it’s over.