1. It is snowing. IT IS SNOWING. Light and fluffy but relentless and substantial flakes. And? I have a day off today. A full and complete day off from both jobs. My body clock longs to stay awake until 3am and sleep until 11am, so that is exactly what I did and that is why Friday Five @ 5 is Friday Five at Noon today. I love waking up to the sound of a plow and that weird light creeping under the shade that let's you know there's white stuff happening outside. I jumped out of bed, threw some metabolic diet cat food in Buster's dish, put a coat on over my pajamas, put a hat on over my scarily large hair, and flew out the door to come here and eat and drink coffee and write this thing. Luckily, I carry a travel toothbrush and toothpaste in my bag because I could not get outside fast enough and forgot to brush my teeth. Gross. I can't help myself. Snow is my favorite. To me it means you have permission to walk slowly, to never change out of your really ugly but comfortable shoes, and to cancel your plans and stay in your nest. These are a few of my favorite things.
3. Last night I made a new friend and learned a new game. I stopped in at Vito’s on my way home to eat three tacos and catch my breath after a long day and while I was there I met 24-year old Alan. Alan is a very nice young man and a fellow North End resident. He is the first male to introduce himself out of the blue and speak to me in a bar in close to three years. Congratulations, Alan. He had me play this game called (excuse the language) "Marry Fuck Kill." Sounds nice, right? I had never heard of it, but I asked a few friends of varying ages if they’d heard about it and they had, so I guess I just live under a rock. Basically someone names three people, and you have to decide which person you'd marry, which person you'd f$%*, and which person you'd kill. He said it really fast, "Gronk, Brady, Edelman. Marry, Fuck, Kill." Ummmmmm. What? No? He persisted. I settled on doing all three to Edelman. Gronk seems too silly and nice and pretty for me to do anything to him with a straight face. Brady is an incredible athlete and I adore him and worship him like the good New England girl that I am, but he doesn't seem human to me. I feel like I could do all three things to him, or to a REALLY expensive, top-of-the-line kitchen appliance and it would give me the same type of feelings. Edelman is... yeah. All three.
4. I'm making these cranberry white chocolate chip scones this afternoon and I'm going to eat every single one of them before Monday morning. My friend Ally mentioned them to me this week and I've been hyperventilating with excitement ever since. How GOOD do they sound?
5. Yesterday I cried in an elevator really loudly for 10 seconds. I love my job. I love our mission, I love my bosses, I LOVE the people I work with, and I love being busy, but I broke yesterday. I was trying to carry an awkwardly large box of flip charts, an awkwardly large bag of event supplies, my own bag, and my phone because I was mid-email when I got out of my Uber and entered my office building. I was exhausted. I stopped at the security desk that I walk by every single day, and told them I didn't have enough hands to dig out my badge and could they open the gate for me. Nope. No. They could not. So I tried to maneuver my one free finger into my bag to get my badge, and I dropped my giant box of flip charts and they exploded all over the floor because they were falling apart already. The security guard did not offer to help me pick them up. I collected myself and got in the elevator and lost it. I hope they have a camera in there. Sometimes I hope they don't because I occasionally use my elevator time to practice choreography for the classes I teach and I don't need the guys behind the desk seeing me shoulder whip, but yesterday I really hoped they saw me bawl my eyes out. I know rules exist for a reason. I appreciate that we have a security team keeping our building safe, ESPECIALLY with the way the world is nowadays, but sometimes you just really need someone to cut you a break.
On Tuesday night I was teaching a dance class and about halfway through I noticed that one of my participants was wearing Uggs. Big big no-no. Huge. The rule: indoor shoes only. In my work as a fitness instructor, I'm big into rules. You don't get to take the class if you don't have a ticket. You HAVE to shut your phone off if you're in the room or leave it up at the stereo podium and walk yourself up there to check it if you need to keep it on. If you arrive after the warm-up you can't stay because it's not safe to do the workout without a proper warm-up, and I don't want anyone injuring themselves. I love rules. I delight in them. But I could see and sense how badly this girl in Uggs wanted to be there. She didn't even have a real shirt on. Between songs I made a joke about her choice of fitness footwear and she timidly said that she'd forgotten her whole bag but really really didn't want to miss class. I let her stay. Maybe I'll get written up. Maybe I'll get fired. But this wasn't laziness or a lack of respect for the rules, this was just someone who clearly had a bit of a rough time getting her shit together that day and really needed to dance. So I let her. I hope she had a better time the rest of the week for having been there.