It's Amazing...

...How many deep conversations happen after drinking 3 (fine, 5) glasses of wine. It's likely that I solved the economic crisis and not remembered the next morning.

...How easily I justify my ever-expanding hips on my body being "child-bearing ready" (please note, body may be ready, the rest of me is not)

...How many times I mistake a random person for a former ex-flame (I totally freaked a guy out at an AT&T story today by staring at him for a good five minutes only to determine that he definitely wasn't who I thought he was)

The L Word

Some people love using the word "love." I'm not one of them. I carefully weigh that word before it comes out of my mouth. Which is not to say I never use it. I say, "I LOVE" daily.

I love mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I love dancing when I drink.

I love my mom's dog, Reggie (in fact, I love all dogs)

I love my bed.

I could go on. But what I'm trying to point out is that, while I do love many things, it takes me a long time for me to get to that "love" point. I mean, it took me 8 months to utter the three words to my boyfriend. Some people are already living together by 6 months!

So when people ask me, "Do you love DC?" I always pause. And I know this makes them feel awkward. But I have to think about it. Do I love it?

Nope. Not yet.

But it took me 3 years to develop my love affair with New York City.

So, as the awkward silence ensues the next time you ask me that question, just know that saying "I love you, DC" is going to take awhile.

For now, I can honestly say, "I like you, DC, I'm just not in love with you quite yet."

Get Low Get Low Get Low

On Saturday night I went out, had lots to drink, and then demonstrated my So You Think You Can Dance modern dance moves in the basement of Irish Times (to songs such as "All the Single Ladies" and "Poker Face").

I woke up the next day and realized...

I had severely strained my back.

Seriously. No joke.

Sigh.