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Monday, January 24, 2005

Cold, cold, cold.

I heat up my rice sock before bed, and put it at my feet. Then I layer blankets and kitties on top. And I still wake up freezing (though relatively happy, sandwiched between two sleeping cats). But I wear my fall leather jacket outside, a scarf, and those stretchy gloves that provide absolutely no warmth whatsoever, so I guess it's not as bad as Chicago was.

I have already successfully forgotten how bad that cold was, and how I wanted to die each winter because I didn't know how I'd make it through once more.

I heard last night it will be beautiful by March, and the dogwoods and azaleas will be blooming, so there's really only one month of cold to get through. I could get used to this.

This weekend, we went out for dinner at Tomatino's (the pizza place I talked about in Moments of Grace) with some of Tim's classmates, and waited next door at Cafe Louisa (which is a coffeehouse I could spend hours in, reading and drinking tea) for a table to be ready. Two of the dressers from the costume shop joined us, so the conversation was only a little bit about theatre, and mostly about other things that interested me, too. They were fun to hang out with—both women who had grown up in the South, yet knew where the best transvestite show was around here (Prattville). So instead of going to the indie theatre across the street after dinner for "House of Flying Daggers," we went to 1048, which is the live-music club that, early evenings, is a good place to hang out with good friends, good conversation, and good beer. We left before the verging-on-hipster band started playing, because we were there for the conversation. And it reminded me of what I miss the most: evenings out with friends. I think I need them on a regular basis.

The future holds the promise of an evening of tequila shots and organic burritos. I'm discovering a hidden world here, and I like it.


Blogger cilee said...

It sounds like everyday you are feeling more comfortable and happy where you are and this makes me happy.

10:42 AM  
Blogger Lauren said...

I am glad that you had a good night out. Its so difficult to be in a place that you don't know that well. I think sometimes we only remember making friends in terms of what it was like when we were in high school. That's when people were definitely snobby and superficial and a little scary. But, I find that in adulthood, the kind of people you want to be friends with are the people who make friends the way we did when we were little kids. You just hang out (like before we'd ride our bikes around the block together and now we have a few beers together) and have fun and then go home. And maybe that doesn't offer that close bonding feeling, but it offers companionship and makes you feel happy whenever it happens.

6:09 PM  

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