Strut

I thought maybe the lesson of the Saturday Night Fever TV gods might be that I should finally watch Stayin' Alive. I've never seen it so tonight I Netflixed it.

Good job TV gods, I didn't know anything could make me laugh so much. Stupid movie with awful hair and clothes and cheeseball dancing ... exactly what I needed. Watching John Travolta dance around in a silver diaper was awesome. Nice Sylvester Stallone cameo in the big fur coat too.

Perfect for a day with a hangover. Too much wine and a bit too much emotion yesterday. Went out with two of my catalogers, M. & J., after a presentation. I pretty much just did introductions and advanced the slides, they did all the work. But we celebrated a bit too much and toward the end things got a bit messy. There is a bit of rivalry between them, at least on the part of M. Makes things awkward sometimes. And I worry I don't handle the situation well sometimes, especially after lots of wine. I hope I didn't make things more of a big mess.

On top of that, I probably shared a bit too much about my personal situation with J. I like her quite a bit and, if I was not her supervisor and there was not this strange situation, would likely be better friends with her even though she is quite a bit younger than I am. We live close, shared a taxi home and then stopped off at my house and ordered pizza. I was already feeling a bit rattled, the waiter at the place we went to celebrate happened to be a guy who was in a play with B. a few months ago.
Over pizza and beer I shared a bit with J. about being sad and disappointed and why. Probably not the wise thing to do with a friend from work and someone I am supposed to boss around as part of my job!

An eventful few days ... lazing around today made me realize just how stretched thin and anxious I am about everything going on, including this new job.

More than a Woman

I am so tired I feel like I am going to drop.
I'll wait until tomorrow to recap my evening, but I just wanted to check in with myself to acknowledge that I'm glad I went to class. This fatigue and insomnia is not going to go away anytime soon, I need to just keep going forward and not hiding in my house.

For the second time in a week I turned on the TV and found Saturday Night Fever, at the exact same point of the movie too, the More than a Woman rehearsal scene into the You Should be Dancin' club scene. I wonder what the Gods, also known as the TV, are trying to tell me. Find a disco class? Start talking with a fake Brooklyn accent? Strut down the street more often? I'm pretty sure they warn me against playing on bridges and getting stoned and screwing two men who don't really like me but ...... speak to me more clearly, TV Gods!

Tony, you need to call Bobby C. tonight!

Maybe SNF could become my "movie" like B. has "movies". His movies are Apocalypse Now and The Deerhunter. Several times a month at least he gets home from whatever he's doing and puts one of those on until he falls asleep to it. A few years ago he was watching Sideways and American Movie all the time too but I think he's put those two on the back burner. But thinking about B. and his movies makes me sad and I don't need sad before bed.

I also want to watch couple number 15, the Puerto Rican couple, dance but don't need to see all the women of Saturday Night Fever get raped and watch Bobby C. die again!

You Can Tell by the Way I Use My Walk

No picture or post at the time, but last night's dinner was great. B. came over for dinner and we had:
- Arugula salad with a good heirloom tomato and homemade vinaigrette
- Loaf of Italian bread with olive oil
- Smoked mozzarella tortellini and a mushroom ravioli
- Homemade sauce of zucchini and tomatoes sauteed in red wine, crushed tomatoes, garlic, shallots.
- Bottle of red wine


Yummm. Tortellini was a bit undercooked but not too bad.

We watched Chef Ramsey and a bit of Saturday Night Fever. At first, B. refused to dance like Tony Manero, but right before he went home I got a bit of the Denny Terrio choreographed dance to You Should be Dancing. I was a big fan of Dance Fever, with Denny Terrio and Motion, as a kid. I wish I was a good dancer, but every dance, flowey yoga, or choreographed exercise class I have ever taken has proven that I am clumsy and have no rhythm. A woman in my writing class has been writing stories about her later in life adventure learning to do all sorts of sexy Latin dancing, maybe some day I'll wake up graceful?

Whole Foods shopping trip (wine, groceries): $49.41