My long list of things to do before I leave the city for 11 days seems never-ending (first load of laundry is still in the washer), so little sleep (possibly none) is expected tonight. Hopefully I’ll just pass out on the plane.
Tonight felt like the first true summer’s night this year — mosquitos and humidity galore, and all experienced while standing outside for the end-of-the-season choir party. Still, had a lovely time. After all, the living is easy, right?
A childhood dream* came true today: I was in the same room as Leonardo DiCaprio.
He was not doting on me, nor did we even meet. It happend because of the oceans conference I was attending for work at the State Department; he was there to speak about the importance of ocean conservation and to announce his own foundation’s pledge to help such efforts.
Still, as he spoke, I felt like our eyes met, mostly because I was in his direct line of vision and was probably illuminated because I couldn’t figure out how to turn the brightness on my laptop screen down.
Be still, my beating heart.
*This is apparently the year that these dreams come true in some fashion. Earlier this year, a member of ‘N Sync waved at me (I was mortified and thrilled at the same time). And I also wanted to be a marine biologist back then (something else Leo and I have in common), so being a journalist who covers those issues kind of helps fulfill that in some manner, right?
Went to the State Department for work today. Learned that one must be escorted everywhere. First time experiencing that. It was weird, but maybe it’ll feel a little more normal tomorrow.
Anyone can be a father. It takes love and patience and effort to be a dad.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Thank you for loving me even (or especially) when I’m being a pain in the ass.
I watched many, many movies growing up. The Fifth Element was not among them.
Tonight, friend Emily and roommate Kaitie succeeding in fixing this. General thoughts: I was entertained, it ended exactly the way I wanted it to and I’m probably never going to watch it again.
However, this gif is now going into my regular rotation.
That word just sums up how I feel about tonight. Got to see composer Eric Whitacre at the Kennedy Center, which included having him conduct the audience in singing “Lux Aurumque” and “Sleep.” Just a magical experience.
Then went to National Geographic for tonight’s after hours Brightest Young Things party, which included exhibits and dancing and the best of friends and fun.
It hasn’t been a good week by any means. But the awfulness does make me appreciate how good tonight was.
Had a lot of it (cue song entrance: “So you has a bad day”), which led to falling asleep on the couch after I got home many hours ago. Going back to sleep now, this time in bed.
In the middle of reading the latest Bridget Jones book, Mad About The Boy. And despite the fact that author Helen Fielding did the unthinkable — killing off Mark Darcy indeed! — the book has so far been a delight.
Bridget is still amazingly relatable, from her dating lessons (“Always be classy, never be crazy” and “Do not use words of pop songs to guide behavior, especially when drunk”) to her Twitter insights (“Advantages of live-action tweeting must be weighed against disadvantages of lateness.”)
And much more fascinating is that she’s supposed to be the same age as *my* mom, a good reminder that, yeah, one’s parents are people, too, with dreams and worries and needs, etc., etc.
Like most romantic comedies, I already know how this is going to go, but I’m enjoying the ride along the way, and I think that’s what matters.
In the past 24 hours, I have:
— tripped while walking into a church
— smashed my iPhone screen
— slipped and fallen down a flight of granite stairs, much to the horror of a couple tourists a few feet away
— dialed a number for a press call wrong, ending up on the “hottest gay chatline in America”
If my life has ever been a comedy of errors, it was today.