Happy Inauguration Day -- also known as Big Sigh of Relief Day. Also, happy 2009. And happy holidays. Happiness all around to everyone. (This week marks the beginning of my personal "Stef does not hate New York...really, I swear" campaign. That's right folks, only 39 more days of soft drug laws and a washing machine on home premises. My "Stef hates New York...I swear" tirade officially ended midnight on Sunday. Only positive thoughts from here on out).
Oh, and happy stream of consciousness day. I have nothing interesting and/or thematic to talk about.
Please note for the record that I despise Beyonce's "Put a ring on it" and if I'm signing it, please slap me. Hard. Maybe twice.
Recently returned from home. It took me a week to recover. In fact, parts of me are still not recovered. Certain toes have maintained an "asleep" feeling since A&C's wedding (congratulations!) -- was it the dancing? was it the shoes? was it walking in the snow? Ten days later, I am considering medical attention.
Speaking of medical attention, I should probably get as much as possible before I have to go home and pay for it. Fun prescription comparison: Birth control in the U.S. is usually $20 a month -- even with insurance subsidies. Birth control in NL is €20 for 6 months and with insurance it's free. (gentleman: sorry if talking about birth control offends your sensitivities, but a) you are a grown man and if you have sex, you should be able to talk about BC -- someday it might be you taking it, and b) I'm not on anything else so can't compare.)
But get this, my dentist stabbed a coworker in her lip (correction: THROUGH her lip) while cleaning her teeth. Just cleaning her teeth! So I should go get a new dentist. But I'm lazy and leaving and excuse excuse excuse. Well, if she stabs me in the lip, I'm suing, American style (lesson learned from playing nice w/ bike accident people...).
I have no weekends left in the Netherlands. Team Feb 4 is having bdays in Geneva! Fondue!
I'm actually considering shipping my cruiser-esque bike home. How else can I integrate into [insert anti-hipster/hipster recently or not so recently gentrified neighborhood in Brooklyn here]?
When the hell is the Arrested Development movie going to become a reality?
There were about 80 good movies out while I was in the U.S. but I saw none of them because I (finally) developed an addiction to The Wire. TV series on DVD = best invention ever. Okay, maybe not ever (what would we do without fig newtons? fruit and cake? c'mon!), but pretty close.
Not surprisingly, The Wire is on this list.
A lot of frickin people are getting married in the remainder of 2009. I think I've pre-spent all my paychecks on wedding trips (thank god none of you are marrying hot Swedish chicks in Stockholm). Good news is, they are all in exotic places I've never been, like Beverly, Massachusetts. And that hotel where Travolta's son had a seizure.
I am going to Tanzania next week.
And I like marshmellows.
