I'm HOME!
weather.com has decided to display my weather in Celsius. I don't know what 22 degrees C feels like without converting it. That is, I know 30 degrees is HOT and 0 degrees is freezing.

Okay. I'm dumb. I found the "English units/metric units" option. But it was hiding. And 22 C is 71 F, in case you were wondering.

My cat has clearly missed me. She has not let me be more than 3 feet away from her since I got back. When I went downstairs to pick up my (piles and piles of) mail, she started howling. It's kind of cute but also a wee bit excessive. Especially since Jon spent 4 hours with her the other day. Well, 4 hours with my six feet under DVDs but I'm sure he didn't ignore her. She's too pretty. And whiny.

Details of my trip that I should cover...hmmm....my newborn step-niece is incredibly adorable....my mother is very funny and at least as neurotic as I am, though much less bitchy...Ireland has changed so much with entry into the EU and seeing it is different from reading it...Gypsy was un-fucking-believably good...all the supporting actors as well as Bernadette...reason # 9,506 why I can't ever live in NY is that I became incredibly obsessive about my appearance and wore lots of makeup and all black and spoke pretentiously until I realized what I was doing...my aunt locked herself out of her apartments in the dakota, and waited in the hallway while I was sent me downstairs to get the spare key. I'd never met the doorman, but he believed me when I explained what had happened and gave me her spare key...maybe we all just look alike...I managed to walk from my aunts building to the metropolitan museum of art (across the park and then about 10 blocks north) without getting lost in the park and without asking directions or looking at a map. You should all be proud...my mother has a personal assistant (thank god)...party planning is fun. I got to talk to my mom's favorite caterers and liquor vendors. I also witnessed her have a long conversation with the caterer about the last party she'd had at our house (in June) and he flawlessly remembered where we'd put tables and what kind of wine had been served. I've learned that renting china, flatware, and glassware is always easier even if you have enough...is it way too cutesy that he recommends heart-shaped shortbread cookies partially dipped in chocolate with desert?...I was able to go through the relics of my childhood and designate a lot of stuff for goodwill without being asked, feeling sad, or crying...there's no place like home, and mine is in Chicago.

Get all that? Good. See, now it's almost like you were there with me!

I haven't unpacked yet. The red sox game was on last night (they were playing Chicago); I fell asleep in the 3rd inning and woke up again abruptly at 8:30 (around the 6th inning) because the phone was ringing. And then I was on the phone. (I wasn't sympathetic enough to someone who had a rough day. I'm really sorry, I was half-asleep when we talked). Somehow after that I managed to watch TV and goof off until 1.

I'm probably going to the Cubs game today with someone totally random who asked out of the blue. It's very odd, but hey: free ticket!

miss me?
- posted by Heidi @ 9:18 AM