I was told a couple of weeks ago that I’m an instigator. I didn’t bother to deny it; I immediately recognized it as true, although I’d never think to put it in those terms.
Here are things I’ve told people they should do recently:
Get a dog.
Date multiple younger guys.
Live in a loft.
Go on a road trip.
Get a second cat.
Get a tattoo.
Take a nap.
Go to Ireland and ride these crazy Irish horses that do huge jumps American horses would never do and don’t even think about it. (Irish horses = honey badgers.) There are tours in Ireland where you ride horses from town to town and take lessons and stuff. Or, if you’re less hardcore but more reckless, you ride crazy Irish horses from pub to pub. I have zero interest in doing this, but really want someone to do it and tell me about it.
For what it’s worth, other people brought these things up and I replied, “Do ittttt.” I’m not running around telling people to get tattoos and cats and lofts out of the blue.
I was thinking about this because Amanda might get a yellow lab mix (hooray!) and my response was not only “Do ittttt” but also “Here are other dogs in case this one falls through, do ittttt.”
It’s been a fun, busy weekend so far. Matt and I saw Avenue Q at the Horizon Theatre. I saw Avenue Q in London in 2008 with Ben and was excited when I heard it was in Atlanta. With Muppet-esque characters and South Park humor, it’s like it was written for Matt. Plus Matt found a Scoutmob deal so the tickets were half off.
I’d never been to the Horizon before and didn’t know what to expect. Turns out it’s a small theater and we were in the front row. There were literally puppets in our faces (that’s a good thing). And you can bring concessions in with you so I was munching on a cookie and white wine during the second act. I officially endorse this theater.
The show was as funny as I remembered, and Matt loved it, too. I’d forgotten about the Bad Idea Bears. They’re cute, cuddly bears who encourage you to do self-destructive things like spend rent money on beer (“You never do anything nice for yourself!”). Right now my Bad Idea Bears are telling me to be on Tumblr past my bedtime. Wrapping this up.
Today, Matt and I took Silas and Duke up to Kennesaw Mountain for a hike. It’s about a mile each way. Not too long, but a big increase in elevation (at least by my non-Colorado standards). At the top, you can see downtown Atlanta 20 miles south. The day was gorgeous and sunny but not too sunny. Lots of people out, but it didn’t feel crowded like the Big Trees did. Silas mostly behaved himself and Duke showed off his natural athleticism. We were all wiped afterward, and watched five or so episodes of Mad Men season 4 to prepare for the season 5 premiere tomorrow (finally!).
One final thought: I think my spirit animal is a Bad Idea Bear.
I don’t think Silas has any understanding of the word “no.” I think to him it’s just a word humans say sometimes, like “banana.” When I first adopted him I was genuinely concerned he was deaf because didn’t respond to any commands or my attempts to get his attention. Turns out he’s just disobedient.
The GRE is over! My math score is exactly average for the program I’m applying to, and my verbal score is nearly perfect. Feeling confident- but not cocky- about my odds of getting in.
And now I don’t have to think about the GRE again, ever. I sent my scores to the program and, on an impulse, a div school. (I figure if I don’t get into a business program I’m qualified to get into, maybe it’s a sign? Really, though, I could send my scores to four schools for free and I’m only applying to one so I figured I might as well mix things up).
Silas is napping on my lap after a big day at doggie daycare, and I’m eating Greek food and drinking mimosas and watching The Bachelor. Judgment free zone, I took the GRE today, thanks.