In which I get off my butt and...go out!
I did two things today that make me feel like an absolute in-your-face kind of badass:
1) I took myself (alone!) to a very swanky restaurant in my bed hair and a skirt that shows off my hairy ankles. Treated myself to a three course meal that resulted in the ABSOLUTELY BEST CHEESE HIGH OF MY LIFE (since I came back from France, mind you, and if you don't know what a cheese high is then you've just never been there).
When I defied convention by using every fork on the table to tackle my spring greens the waiters laughed and brought me a lemon tart. Apparently, everybody loves a rebel (the waiters at Brix at least).
2) Drove myself to the Arboretum up here in Flagstaff at 3 in the afternoon. This is a silly (read stupid) thing because a) nothing's blooming until august and b) 3:00pm in June in Arizona means hotter than Satan's sweat pants. But I went anyway because I am a rebel! See above!
While on my adventure I learned a few amazing things. I learned that those tiny daisies, the ones along the freeway that are so small they're almost just the idea of a flower, are actually closely related to sunflowers (wow! sunflowers are big!). I learned that the turkey I saw while walking their "nature trail" was a renegade (like me) and absolutely should not have been up here where I found him. Does this make him my soul turkey? power turkey? Am I too far from Sedona for that? I don't know.
The last thing I realized is that I need to get out, by myself, a whole heck of a lot more often. See, while I was talking to the very nice arboretum staff lady about peppermint vs. beebalm I did something I do a lot. I talked about my boyfriend, Christian, as if he were standing right next to me. Which, most of the time, he is.
Let's have a flashback...
"Are you from around here?" she asks.
"Yes. I mean, not really. Christian's from Pennsylvania."
Christian? Who the heck is Christian? The nice arboretum lady is visibly perplexed.
"Oh sorry, it's just that he's always with me. He's my boyfriend you know?"
I'm not making things better. You can tell she's wondering what I mean by that. Like herpes, like schizophrenia, like I just escaped from somebody's basement and might be a tad dangerous? Crazy much? Maybe!
So yeah, I might be crazy but there is nothing so rejuvenating as going out on an adventure with just yourself. Yourself can be damn good company and at the end of an ugly week full of failures what could feel better than that?
posted by Kim at 4:49 PM
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huzzah!
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