27 1/2 by 27 1/2

Maybe it’s just the looming feeling that the bar is imparting to my life these days, but I feel a little compelled to pump up the “human” part of my life. It doesn’t need to be swallowed by the law. Well, it kind of does for the next month, but after that, I want to reach for more balance.

I’ve never made a list like this before, but I don’t believe in waiting until January 1st to start a new life practice anyway. So, here is a list of things I’d like to accomplish before the earth gets a chance to rotate again…

1. Pass the California Bar Exam the first time around. (I guess this one is obvious, but it’s earned the number one slot for this rotation).

2. Go to ballet class at least once a week.

3. Actually make it past barre consistently.

4. Become more re-attuned to my body, eating, and fitness plans so that I feel like I have my dancer body back instead of this more athletic situation.

5. Do one pull-up. (What? I like contradictions.)

6. Post at least twice a week on this blog.

7. Move the blog to a hosted site and actually configure the design in a way that looks somewhat professional.

8. Go to Spain.

9. Attend the first ever annual FriendFest! (I am embarrassingly excited about this one).

10. Buy a bar cart for our new apartment and stock it with everything so that I can make any guest any cocktail upon request.

11. Have a living space that feels like it reflects us and the things (and people) we love.

12. Use the Rosetta Stone and become somewhat conversational in Spanish.

13. Speak to all my closest friends once a week. (In person or on the phone, ideally.)

14. Institute a girl-only night so that I see my (local) female friends on a weekly basis. (I’m thinking a standing brunch date sounds like a really good idea…)

15. Paint something good enough to hang in our apartment. (I used to love to paint before high school, and just totally let it go.)

16. Go to New Orleans.

17. Read at least two books a month.

18. Buy fresh flowers for our apartment every week (or so), and arrange them in all the rooms. (Such an inexpensive and fast way to make sure you wake up every morning and are greeted with beauty).

19. See my family at least every other week.

20. Talk to Dan at least once a week.

21. Go on a real, get dressed up, wear perfume and meet at the restaurant date once a week. (With M). (Obviously).

22. Have a perfume wardrobe. (Scent has always been my most immediate and important sensory impression, and I’ve always felt like my mood can be changed immediately by a spritz of a different perfume. I love it, and yet it’s something I never buy for myself.)

23. Have an edited, adult wardrobe that’s stocked enough that getting dressed for work every morning, for brunch with friends and for dates with M are not sources of stress (and hopefully even fun).

24. Have an operational budget.

25. Pick a cause in which I feel invested, and start offering my time and money.

26. Learn to make at least ten totally new paleo dishes.

27. Take a weekend trip somewhere with just my female friends.

27 1/2. Be a delightful human being as often as possible.

What do you guys think? Any suggestions/substitutions?

Little more of this, little less Rule Against Perpetuities.

Little more of this, little less Rule Against Perpetuities.

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Weekend Update

M gets home late tonight from yet another jet-setting adventure…this time a conference in Miami. I asked him to (a) say hi to Dexter, and (b) bring me home a Cuban and a mojito. We’ll see in a few hours whether he remembered to fulfill either of those impossible/slightly unsanitary requests.

I decided not to tag along on his South Beach adventure because I still have an epic amount of work to do, but this weekend was actually full of fantastic friend-sightings.

Friday was the opening night for the ballet show, so I went to get my dancers some treats. I am seriously the meanest choreographer ever; it’s never intentional, but I always somehow create these pieces that are one long sequence of getting up and down off the floor. You’re welcome for the free Zumba class? Well anyway, they obviously needed life-threatening amounts of sugar to handle that biz.

I am such a sucker for adorable packaging and interiors, it is not even amusing. I genuinely frequent this establishment solely because it is cute. Their cupcakes are fine (and actually, so was the the guy working there. What a genius addition to a girly cupcake shop, and why don’t more places follow suit?) but I get an aesthetic rush just from being around adorableness. Whatever, there are worse vices.

So then I hid backstage and watched this happen:

Becky’s face in this one just kills me… “Well, hello lover!” And the perfectly pointed toes…yeah, she’s pretty easy to have in a cast. I just loved how sexy and fun and funny the whole piece turned out to be. Love it when things actually go as planned!

Law school “prom” was on Saturday, and after some really interesting cab adventures,(which included hailing one on the street in 4-inch heels after the original guy…I don’t know, forgot where Beacon Hill is?) I got to hang out with this amazing lady:

Alas, a somewhat grainy iPhone capturing of one of the people who has made law school bearable for me. I always feel like we’re “vibing” on the same wavelength… a push to achieve, modulated by a deep-seated desire to just drink wine and watch the Bachelor. Despite being tremendously successful, she just overwhelmingly gets how to live life like a human…I pretty much dig her.

And Sunday was spent at Marliave (oysterssss) celebrating Becky’s birthday…and meeting her ridiculously cute niece. Very seriously, she was the most well-behaved eighteen month old I’ve ever seen. She just chilled in her chair and nodded along vigorously to Alycia’s description of the DSM IV…an extremely normal interest for a toddler, certainly. She was also all about “yellow,” though, so she’s still actin’ her age.

Anyway, maybe didn’t get as much work done as was planned (perhaps the actual story of my life? No need to keep this blog any longer?) but having Blind Pigs and unlabeled awkward white wine with my favorite people is always totally worth it.

 

 

Lilac Wine

For your listening pleasure: 

Dancer auditions for the ballet company’s spring show are coming up and I am SO pumped. We just got pictures back from the Fall show, and seeing my beautiful dancers makes me just itch to get started again. These girls are so talented.

This piece was so meditative, and I want to swing back this time toward something more fun and entertaining. SO torn right now between “Late in the Evening” by Paul Simon (samba-salsa-dance break) and Mark Ronson’s remix of Amy Winehouse doing “Valerie” (jive-y soul). Please can I just choreograph full-time instead of finishing this 80 page paper? K thanks.

Another Day, Another 100,000 Sequins

So, when this girl comes to visit…

Pretty much love it when Filene's supplies our outfits for the night about an hour before lift-off.

…it’s nearly inevitable that some sort of shenanigans are going to ensue. When she came last year, we persuaded M and our friend D, who was also visiting, of the necessity of visiting Jacques, a drag show in the South End. (Honestly, they wouldn’t want this known, but…very little persuasion was needed). That glitter-fest began my official all-out LOVE of all things fabulous, and so of course a return trip was in order when she returned a few weeks ago.

But first, we displayed our domestic diva-dom…

Shrimp and sausage kabobs and caprese salad...M declared that he was overjoyed to have us as his "wife." Singular.

…and then headed out for entertainment that was decidedly less Leave it to Beaver…

A little costume inspiration, in case you're running low...

This is "Mizery" and I am in LOVE. Apparently that became abundantly clear, since the fourth time she came out and I yelled "MIZERY!" A. Bo turned to me and said with a smile, "Oh! Is she, like, your favorite?"

Basically, come back. Visit all the time. The End.

 

Adventure!

So. During our 1L year, one of my law school friends who is also a dancer joined the undergrad ballet company here. I was like, “Fool, you crazy. This stack of books takes up 100 percent of my time, and then I have to delve into witchcraft to make MORE time, cause Torts isn’t gonna learn itself.” And she was obviously like, “Homeslice, you’re a dancer, you should know why I’m doing this…”

And when I finally caved and joined her this semester to choreograph for the company…well, duh. How did I not realize how necessary this is for my psyche? I crave this biz. Working with these dancers (even when they decide listening is highly optional while I give notes) has been the highlight of my experience at this school, and sitting through tech rehearsal for the show tonight, I was getting pretty excited to join them onstage next semester.

Until one of my dancers pulled her groin.

Record SCRATCH. At the last minute, I am re-learning all my choreography to fill in for her. In the awesome column: I am excited to perform for the first time in three years. In the column titled “Zomg”: I had her doing fouettes. The last time I did consistent fouettes was the 12th of never.

An exercise in controlling the world with your mind: I’m gonna get it together, and we gon’ work it.