Living Vicariously

Traveling the world is my Ideal Reality, ya know. But, my Real Reality kept me here. Which is not to say I didn't have a great spring break. I had a fantastic spring break! We spent some time in Minneapolis and just hung out and relaxed.

Anyway ... one of my colleagues went on the trip and smuggled me back a kilo of kickin' Turkish coffee from the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul! He bought it at the most famous coffee shop around. He said the ordering process was similar to that of the Soup Nazi episode from Seinfeld. Wish I could have experienced that (sigh). The tightly-packed coffee grounds resemble cocoa powder. Slugging a cup takes the phrase "hopped up on caffeine" to a whole new level!

Here's to keepin' it real ...

Morose and Melancholy

UGH. What is my problem? It is 82 degrees outside, the sun is shining, and I'm on break from school. I should be basking in the gloriousness that is today. But I'm not. And I don't know why. From the time I stumbled out of bed this morning until now, I've been morose and melancholy. Worse than usual. I didn't want to talk to anybody or see anybody. I just wanted to wallow. Wallow, wallow, wallow. Wallow.

What's a girl who has everything but is still miserable to do? For starters, I invited myself on Mark's motorcycle ride this afternoon. I used to love riding passenger. But with the peeps, it's tough to ride. With the little ladies at school, there really wasn't a reason not to. So, I piled on that pink gear and went for it. Wind in my face, alone with my thoughts, no chance on interaction. Until ... Mark pulled into Ladoga Ridge Winery, a brand new winery just miles from our house. What was he thinking? I told him I didn't want to talk to anybody, see anybody ... I grumbled, I shuffled, I frowned my way to the door, dead set on being miserable and taking everyone else with me. Yeah, I was THAT person today.

And dammit if we didn't have a great time. Get to this place fast! So friendly. So beautiful. And delish wine! We bought a Strawberry Rhubarb and a Norton. I left with a smile on my face. No song in my heart, but at least a smile. I hate it love it that Mark knows what I need more that I do sometimes.