1. Being at a dinner party where every single other person at the table was either currently in or had been in graduate school. I was feeling intimidated until one said, “Yeah, but you’re a novelist.”
2. Reading gossip magazines and wondering if I should talk about how much I love Sailor Boy on my blog. Like, maybe one day we’ll break up and then I’ll be quoted forever talking about how wonderful it is that we can be in a situation and both think the exact same thing that we file away for later to joke with one another about and everyone will think, “No one saw this one coming, right?” “What did he ever SEE in her?” and “Can we call them Sailana?”
3. A mom with kids at the next table over who forced her children to order off the kids menu at a diner where there were many healthier options that the kids seemed to prefer to fried frozen chicken fingers. I was quite mystified, because the “kids portions” were as big as mine, and the price wasn’t smaller either. She seemed to decide this arbitrarily based on the theroy that kids should be eating off the kids menu. I decided then and there that when I have a family, our house would have a “breakfast anytime” option. (Especially in the age of enlightenment.)
4. The fact that the bookshelves we bought at IKEA might be the first things we’ve purchased that don’t fit in the back of Nikita. We had to tie her trunk down to get home. That was scary.
5. That my long-standing fantasy of putting together bookshelves with my partner in a lamplit room as a symbol of being grown up and independent and in love might be more fun as fantasy than as reality. Especially when we disagree on where to place the nails.
6. The West Wing. Always and again.
7. Trying out not one, but two new recipes and loving them both. They are stovetop (read, one pan) beef stroganoff and alfredo chicken pot pie.
8. Being in a clothing store and wondering how it is that fashion has so quickly outpaced what I feel are acceptable body coverings. I’m too young to be unfashionable, aren’t I? I’m a skinny girl, and I like to dress with a liberal-to-moderate degree of modesty, but everything in the store made me look a) pregnant and b) like a streetwalker. When Sailor Boy asks you, at the dressing room, if the shirt you’ve tried on is made to be worn outside of bed, you know fashion has gone overboard.
9. Getting asked to borrow the car for the first time. Saying yes immediately, then thinking about it, then wondering how anyone who has ever lent me a car has been wiling to do so, then realizing that I am karmically obliged to lend mine. Curses.
10. My upcoming revision letter.
Regarding the last, it’s coming Tuesday. Pretty excited/nervous. For the next few days, I have a lecture series planned for the blog. (Yay! Boo! Hiss! Shhh…. sorry, inside joke.) This will give me time to do some digesting before I come out here and spill all the gory details… like, how many pages it is. 
September 19th, 2005 at 2:38 am
Just wait until you have kids and they ask to borrow the car the first time.
And bizarre about the kid’s menu. I’m afraid I’m one of those ‘eat whatever you want as long as it is good for you’ moms.
I can’t stand family food fights.
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September 19th, 2005 at 1:19 pm
Yeah, some people get really hung up on that. My dh doesn’t mind us eating breakfast foods all hours, but it bugs him to know end to eat unbreakfast foods for breakfast. LOL! I think it’s a control thing.
Teri
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September 19th, 2005 at 1:46 pm
People are funny about breakfast food. I go the opposite way, in that I don’t always want cereal, bagels or eggs. Sometimes I want real food. But try heating up a Celeste cheese pizza at 8:30 am and see the panic on co-workers faces. It’s just not done! They don’t know what they’re missing. It’s one of my all-time favorite breakfasts.
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September 19th, 2005 at 2:42 pm
>>I decided then and there that when I have a family, our house would have a “breakfast anytime” option. (Especially in the age of enlightenment.)< <
Am I the only person getting this reference? Hang on, Voltaire! *eg*
Marley = )
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September 19th, 2005 at 3:46 pm
Sam, I think it’s because it’s my first new car, maybe?
I’m with you, Teri. And even more with Pam — I don’t like most “breakfast foods” — omelettes and pancakes and the like. Occasionally I’ll have eggs, and I can do pancakes about once a year, but when SB and I go out to breakfast, I usually get lunch foods.
Thank you, Marley, for picking up on my wee joke. Man, I love that movie, and “Hang On, Voltaire,” is my favorite line.
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September 19th, 2005 at 8:57 pm
My DD is the only one I know who will gladly start the day with sushi… I prefer an egg and a piece of toast. What’s more important is starting the day with a cup of black tea with milk and sugar and progressing on to coffee once the first rush of caffeine has done its work.
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September 30th, 2005 at 12:06 pm
Diana,
Guess who this is? Your Buffy obsessed NY roommate! So pleased to find your blog. So the R. Tam sessions are excerpts from the film or completely independent clips produced by Joss Whedon?
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