there’s definitely a pattern here — the wave of social activity followed by weeks of solitude, which then give way to another list of ppl to see, with lists of stories to catch them up on. (and get caught up on!)
balancing this is a special kind of struggle for me, apparently, because it’s hard for me to socialize when I’m — as bratty as this sounds — just not feelin’ it. and vice versa. tis hard for me to say no when I’m really feelin’ that wave. so here I go again, launching into another wave-y season of the daily hangouts, the weekly skype sessions, the exhausting and journal-cravey time of oversocialization. wavey cravey; whoosh and whoosh.
12/1: merk and ladison go to a formal event where they ooh and ahh over the fanciness and do a surprising amount of socializing, among heavy hors d’oeuvres
12/3: a Dogue friend keeps me company why I do some morning dishes
12/3: madita and the DC splorin’ — catching up about things like wedding planning and long-distance convictions. who even are we? where are those first years gals gallivanting down Alderman after a sugar-spiked extended bfast?
12/3: @ the Renwick
12/3: bfast for dinner on a Saturday evening. MM, you’re the best cook.
12/7: just a persimmon to commemorate the cold weather and also just cause.
12/7: Skyping with a lady of wisdom in my very own life. talking about wedding colors and practical advice re: hormones. huh?
12/8: Pupatella pizzas with JD and MM. “I feel like I got to meet the real him. That felt very genuine, even though it was our first time ever talking.”
12/10: too little time with these too lovely ladies. at the place secretly brimming with Christian conversations and good pastries. some highlights: “how did this even happen?! why are you going to Florida?” “what are your prayer lives like? I just need some help.” “it’s like a little light that gets sent up to heaven and gets stored in a little bucket, to be held until the right time comes for God to pour it out over a situation.” or something like that.
12/10: Georgetown Glow, with light exhibits that were actually pretty just-meh but with company that made the evening an excellent one. yay for successful double dates.
12/10: continuing our cold night’s journeys with a pit stop at Ri Ra in Georgetown. that beautiful Guinness, tho.
12/11: a successful — albeit a lil complicated — bday surprise, complete with jook and a photo of the Big O show. nostalgia abounds.
12/11: a steak din with mom and dad and Mark! just kidding, with Q and J. complete with brussel sprouts and of-yore stories about bokkeumbap PTSD.
and our friendly neighborhood Dogue.
here’s to two more weeks of craziness, which will deflate, a lil, with the close of Christmas. but until then, more wedding planning and advice seeking and spending time with peeps and not trying to worry our silly little heads about the guest list expanding inadvertently. just live as you would, you silly goose.