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For my thirtieth (yes hello) birthday, I gave myself an adventure: a solo trip to Philadelphia on a long weekend. It hasn’t always been easy, but as you join me on Night Two, I can say I’ve learned some things:

*While alone, I’m not lonely. Not remotely, actually. It’s been kind of fantastic to go wherever and whenever without worrying if anyone else is having a good time. 

*Restaurants seem confused by me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m just awkward anyway or if it really is strange for women my age (ha ha ha) to dine alone, but it’s a different vibe than when I’m with someone else.

*My new best friends are Uber drivers and non-reception hotel workers. 

*Walking shoes must be tested and retested meticulously before I venture somewhere without a car. I may find excuses not to walk places again when I come home.

*Train travel is like air travel without the illusion of any kind of glamour.

For my thirtieth (yes hello) birthday, I gave myself an adventure: a solo trip to Philadelphia on a long weekend. It hasn’t always been easy, but as you join me on Night Two, I can say I’ve learned some things:

*While alone, I’m not lonely. Not remotely, actually. It’s been kind of fantastic to go wherever and whenever without worrying if anyone else is having a good time.

*Restaurants seem confused by me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m just awkward anyway or if it really is strange for women my age (ha ha ha) to dine alone, but it’s a different vibe than when I’m with someone else.

*My new best friends are Uber drivers and non-reception hotel workers.

*Walking shoes must be tested and retested meticulously before I venture somewhere without a car. I may find excuses not to walk places again when I come home.

*Train travel is like air travel without the illusion of any kind of glamour.

From Scott McClanahan’s Crapalachia.

Much of this book fell under an “upsetting if true” designation to me, but this little part in the Appendix stuck.

From Scott McClanahan’s Crapalachia.

Much of this book fell under an “upsetting if true” designation to me, but this little part in the Appendix stuck.

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Well, this is the only gifset I need right now.

G’night, everybody!

I love everything except the stuff on the farm. What I only today realized as the criticism I levelled against both Looper and Tootsie
I’m working on a spec script about an action hero who does stationary bike interval training. It’s autobiographical.

I’m working on a spec script about an action hero who does stationary bike interval training. It’s autobiographical.

Ever read a book with a universe so distinct that you accidentally remember an event from it as something that happened in your own life?

Yeah, you have.

Look at this guy I found in the same bag as the others. I guess you can beat babality.

Look at this guy I found in the same bag as the others. I guess you can beat babality.

After rollerskating last night and cycling with Marc this evening, I’ve determined why both activities make me so nervous. It’s easy to achieve speed quickly, but not so easy to stop or brake once you do. Sure, you have stoppers on skates or the handle brakes on a bike, but stopping wasn’t one of the things I learned as quickly as I did with a car. It’s essential to know how to stop a car. You can’t get your license unless you prove you know this. Not the same with skating and cycling, so I often end up in that ethereal and terrifying dream moment where you know you’re flying, but powerless to land.

What I’m happy to report about tonight is that I didn’t crash and I didn’t berate Marc, either of which could have resulted from us taking a flat and easy trail this time. I’m getting there.

There’s nothing like rollerskating to make me feel like a graceless clod.

This doesn’t seem like it should exist.

This doesn’t seem like it should exist.

I appreciate that someone else wanted to share this scene so much that they recorded it in kind of lousy quality. It’s my favorite part of the whole movie and guys? I really love this movie.

It’s because I respect you all that I’m not posting photos of what might be an allergic reaction in progress on my leg.

I was too busy yesterday to announce that I obtained a new car. And boy, is it A LOT of car. I’m not accustomed to the features that people now expect from vehicles, given that I was previously the pilot of a car with manual windows/locks, an air conditioning system that has been out of commission for more than three years, and that garnered me attention in public only because of how loud it was. I feel like I’m driving a computer now and it’s definitely going to be more fun for any passengers than it is for me if I intend to stay out of collisions.

This is going to take some getting used to.

Today’s the day I try to buy a new car.

Not new-new, just newer than mine.

Everyone has been commending me for the amount of research I did, both about the vehicle I have in mind and the act of negotiating. I look at it as just a part of the purchasing process. As someone who works in sales and hates selling, I like to be the consumer to whom other salespeople don’t have to or can’t sell. Maybe that’s not fair to the salespeople who love to sell or have a commission goal in mind, but I’ll lose my nerve if I start to consider how an important decision that impacts the next five years of my life relates to thirty minutes of someone else’s time.

Wish me luck, guys?

This weekend, I saw an albino squirrel at Goodale Park in Columbus. Can’t believe I forgot to mention that.

This weekend, I saw an albino squirrel at Goodale Park in Columbus. Can’t believe I forgot to mention that.