I’m back at home. No plan. No job. Not exactly the best situation I’ve gotten myself into here.
But still, I’m lucky: I have wonderful friends and family. As my new source on happiness points out “relationships are the key to happiness”. My local gang are doing their part to help me correct my body clock ASAP so I can start dealing with the more pressing matters at hand (it is very difficult to focus when in the middle of whatever you are doing you drift off with a blank gaze in your eye. It is even more difficult for the people trying to follow your side of the conversation).
I decided that my blog will become a tool to keep me active. There are plenty of interesting things to do around the Hudson Valley and I’m sure you are all very interested in learning about them. I loosely call it “investigating”.
For instance, today I “investigated” the Macy’s shoe department at the Danbury mall just over the border in Connecticut. (I’m starting small). I can give you the name of a fabulous sales clerk who, by the end of our 2 hour shopping spree, I wanted to take out to lunch. (No really: go see Ayesha.) Anyone who can deal with my extended family and keep smiling is ok in my book. Though I sense she was holding back her true sense of style when I said, “Show me something you like.” Despite her earlier revealed love of funky shoes, she showed me a several uninspiring styles before I realized I was on my own. It could have been my disheveled appearance that swayed her assumption in my tastes (I swear it was an OK hair style when I left in the morning, but when I got home I realized I’d been walking around all day looking as if I hadn’t combed my hair in ages… this is actually a disappointingly common occurrence… shouldn’t an adult have learned how to tame one’s hair by the age of 30??!!… I have a few months left. Hair product recommendations welcome).
Two new pair of shoes later (gifted to me by my aforementioned wonderful family for last Christmas and birthday while I was out traipsing downtown Geelong and the Great Barrier reef, respectively), I was feeling like a new woman. Life’s downs be damned! I now owned a brilliant pair of oft coveted F-me boots. Nothing could get me down.
Until 3pm when I felt like curling up on Cheesecake Factory’s floor, which we also investigated thoroughly – the factory, not the floor. For those of you not in the “know”, it is expected that you take dessert (always cheesecake) to go. I have a piece of seasonal pumpkin pecan – pecan pie with a layer of pumpkin cheesecake – hiding in the back the fridge, safe from my sister’s prying eyes. Treats stand a Buckley’s chance if she gets a whiff of them. She wouldn’t even save me a bite, the little devil. But anyway…
What to investigate next? I just so happen to have plans with a friend who (like many) is so glad I’m back. She’s taking me out to dinner to celebrate. Perfect time to wear my new awesome boots!
We went to Billy Joe’s Ribworks on the Newburg waterfront, where I enjoyed my 3rd Sam Adams since my return… not Seasonal Sam, true, beautiful, wonderfully American Sam Adams Lager. Her’s is a pina colada, for those interested.
Catching up got in the way so we didn’t do much actual investigating. But on first glance I can say the Ribworks is not an unwelcome change from Front Street Bar and Grille to which drinkers of all quantities frequented since before-I-can-remember. Although, the new clientele, at least the dinner set, seem rather less diverse. We left just as the party was getting started, but still, we toasted to being out on a Saturday night. A disappointingly uncommon occurrence.
I should mention that our friend – also our waitress – neatly dropped that she’d already picked up the check leaving us both stunned as she flitted off to take an order. No one saw that one coming. But thanks!
And on that bombshell, it’s time to say good night.