September 8, 2007

Dance Manhattan

My mom presented D'Souza and I with 4 classes at Dance Manhattan for our upcoming birthdays. His is Oct. 3 and mine is Oct. 18. We turn 27.

Luckey's is on Oct. 10 and he will be 2 (in puppy years--for a dog his size--that's 10 in people years).

We missed our first class yesterday because I had to haul ass to Jersey to be in the fashion show fundraiser. My mom was in it too. Good times abounded. Alright, not really, but it was for a good cause.

Bowery Poetry Club

All fans and eager Sweet sighters are welcome to watch me read at the Bowery Poetry Club on September 29, 2007--sometime between 12pm-2pm--hope some of you will come out to show your support.

For the haters, I think the venue is pro-booing so you should come out as well. My poetry is much more fun to mock while I'm reading it in front of a live audience.

Plan B

I have recently put Plan B into effect in my life.

Is this Plan B a
a) form of emergency contraception?
b) decision to attend business school?
c) clear understanding that I must give up on Plan A and follow the alternative plan for my life?
d) all of the above.
e) none of the above.

The Budget

D'Souza is fastidious about maintaining his finances in an ornately organized Excel spreadsheet. I was honored when I got my own tab on said spreadsheet a few months ago...

Recently we sat down and created a budget together--a budget he later threw out the window given my penchant for whining about the limitations it imposed on my lifestyle--

In creating this budget I was reminded of his frequent assurances that he was a BIG spender. However big spenders do not budget to the second decimal point. I was amazed at his versatility in squandering wealth distributed to him and saving money hard-earned by him. I suppose this is second nature to most people but I am a product of opposite world. I always had a hard time spending someone else's money and absolutely revel in extinguishing my self-created resources. While there is no guilt in my penniless proclivity there are plenty of consequences.

That said, some props must be given in my ability to save and sensibly utilize resources provided by others. It must speak to my inherent character in some meager way. Well, I certainly hope it does.

The point of this budget entry being this: I've always balanced my checkbook in my head and that's exactly why I have over-draft protection.

Roadtrip USA

Last night at 12am when we got home from the Sri-Lankan fashion show fundraiser at an Indian restaurant in Parsipanny, New Jersey, I was wide awake and ready to plan our cross-country Christmas roadtrip. Sadly, D'Souza was sleepy.

That's a theme in my life now.

I'm a night owl. I have professed this since the beginning. Anyone who knows me will attest to my nocturnal ways. When I met him, he led me to believe he was a night person as well. Of course, he was also clear about being a morning person. A reality I avoided till we started sharing a small space. He claims that back then he only needed 3-4 hours of sleep a night to be fully-functioning member of society. I wouldn't have bought into this claim except that in the early phases of dating he did just that. Recall the Denver date--when he flew in from Denver on a thursday to take me to dinner and flew back the next morning for a meeting in Denver.

I digress.

So, since he travels Monday-Thursday and our only time together is Friday-Sunday I find myself in a predicament. My weekends are now spent going to bed earlier than weeknights and waking up at the same time. Though he lets me sleep in on the weekends but by 9am...I'm wide awake having gone to bed SO early the night before.

Need I remind you reader, I used to go out till the wee hours of the morning and have no desire to change that lifestyle. I don't see why that has to be a life reserved for the single. In fact it is not. I have plenty of couple friends who go on dates into the wee hours of the morning. It is their right and priviege as those that pay the premium to live under the bright lights of the big city.
I can see an argument for this being the lifestyle of the young...but at almost 27, are the arguments against my age already apt?