monday lunchtime update

I love lunchtime, b/c it gives me a chance to not think about office supplies and check up on my friends' blogs. For instance, what did Jess do yesterday? I can tell you: she bought shoes. How does she feel about immigration? Keep scrolling; try not to get distracted by the Care Bears' Easter egg hunt and the delicious Taiwanese oyster pancake. I also read reviews for Michael Caine's new book and Paranormal Activity 2.

Basically I care more about everything else right now than writing about office supplies. To give you an idea about what kind of day I'm having, let me tell you what I did on the bus this morning.

I had brought a book to read during my lengthy commute, but the blurb on the front flap required far too much concentration than I was able to muster in my pre-coffee state. I gave up figuring what the book was about, and contented myself with picking off the "Bargain Priced" sticker on the front cover. And then I pretended to sleep for about an hour so people wouldn't talk to me. (Although, now I'm not so sure that I was just pretending. I felt like I was thinking about stuf the whole time and didn't feel any more rested afterwards, but I also don't remember much of it, so...who knows. I vaguely remember having very compelling emotions about making meatballs.)

I had a pleasant weekend though. Since Tyler is up to his neck in covering high school sports, I spent Friday night in my sweatpants with pad thai from Joy Yee's, an inch of red wine, and Pirates of the Caribbean on TV. It felt very grown-up, kind of a single-lady-in-the-city sort of feeling. Except, of course, am not single nor technically live in a city. But still.

Saturday and Sunday were pretty chill, much art-ing (painting class on Saturday; Art Institute with a recently transplanted W&Mer on Sunday) and watching NCIS re-runs. I'm starting on a portrait of my friend Kim in my art class, and discovered that apparently EAC is dominated by two types of people: homeschooled high school girls and curious octogenarians. A very nice elderly man complimented me on my painting technique ("You have a very pretty style"), then asked deceptively probing questions about my new subject. "What does her husband do?" he queried, somewhat wistfully. "Oh, she's not married? What does she do, then? How do you know her? She's absolutely lovely. Just lovely." It was very funny and sweet, one of those things where only men of a certain age can pull off without being creepy. I couldn't very well be like "Stop hitting on the picture, sir!" The man paints abstract flower pots, for goodness sake! Plus he complimented me, and I am a total sucker for compliments.