Friday, August 22, 2008

Flying Solo

Well, not so much flying solo as sitting solo. I'm on my own tonight, and I can't remember the last time that happened. In Chicago I had a far more active social life than JP. I had so many friends through school and while he was happy to stay home every night (after a long day at work), I was decidedly not. But with Orientation and all his new business school buddies his social calendar is now as full as mine, which is great. Tonight he was even double booked- he's skipping a b-school boat party to play poker with a bunch of neighborhood men. The host is the husband of my firm mentor from last summer, so she and her 19-month-old son came over to play for an hour before the boys' bedtime (highlight of the night: Landon pushing his walker wagon with her little boy riding inside of it, both with big smiles on their faces. Oh the cuteness). After they left, Landon and I went through his bedtime routine and then I headed downstairs for a night of doing exactly whatever I want to do.

And apparently what I want to do is eat a lot of pizza and watch reality TV. I ate half a frozen pizza for lunch and just ate two more pieces cold for dinner. I'm considering the last two, but I just ate a small bag of cookies my attorney friend brought over, so I'm thinking I should just say no to more pizza. I'm starting to feel a little ill. But oh how I do love it cold... whenever we order pizza I try to save a few pieces to eat cold the next day as a special treat. Mmmmmm.

I've got the perfect set up. I'm wearing my flannel pj's, nursing my second glass of wine, sitting cross-legged on the couch with my computer in my lap, and watching all the old Project Runway episodes I've missed this summer (will that Suede guy PLEASE stop talking in the 3rd person- seriously, who does that?!). It's nice. I'm looking forward to JP's return home- especially since he's promised to bring home some of the winnings, but until then it's nice to have some quality time with Bravo and a good Cabernet.


  1. Hi, my name is Luisa :)

    I've been composing a comment in my head for the last couple of weeks, because I have been following your blog for about a year now, and there are so many things you talk about that are really very close to my heart.

    Firstly, my parents were 18 when they got married, and 19 when I was born. My mother in her first year of Medical School, and my father doing Engineering. I remember both my parents' graduations from university, and while I didn't really understand what it was all about, those are pretty treasured memories now.

    I watched my parents "grow up" in much the same way they watched me. From being an overworked intern in a busy hospital, to being able to say that my mom is head of an entire intensive care department, I was there, and I remember every inch of hard work.

    What I wanted to say, is that from the point of view of the kid who watches her parents let nothing stand in the way of their dreams, I think you made the right choice. I couldn't be prouder of my parents, particularly because I can still remember when they had poop-green carpet and a 1970 Hillman Hunter sedan.

    My mom was never at home with freshly-baked cookies when I got home from school either (and even now when she has a week off, she thinks baking cookies is a hilarious novelty), and frankly, I don't think I missed out on that much.

    You'll still be young when Landon is "old", and I love that my dad and I can have a beer down at the pub like two mates. That's my story from the kid's point of view.

    Your blog is lovely :)
    Luisa (All the way from Sydney)

    (P.s. I also started Graduate Law four weeks ago, which is a little terrifying, frankly)

  2. Sounds like a wonderful evening!

  3. This just made me smile ... it's nice to have nights to yourself every once in a while. It also sounds like you and JP will be able to barter for some babysitting for date nights fairly easily, which is always nice! (especially as a stub-associate ... )

  4. That sounds like a little piece of heaven to me! But then I'm a homebody and prefer to chill at home than go out... pizza, tv, pj's - wow, nothing is better :)

  5. Sounds like what I've done a lot of those nights where hubby has been in Iraq and I've been hanging out at home. Well, that and blogging. Enjoy!