A quick glance around my apartment will give you a good idea of how the weekend went.
Three novels abandoned in various states of read decorate the ottoman, the living room desk and my bedside table, pointing to my ADD Friday night in. One pair of pink satin shoes (now sadly blackened from a detour in the dirty snow bank) start the trail of discarded clothing between the front door and my bed, breadcrumbs to my Saturday night out a la Stephanie Klein. There’s an overturned wine glass on the crimson table runner, balanced nicely with an opened bottle of Tums and an empty Gatorade jug, evidence of my Sunday recovery. Scarf, pink coat and iPod tentacles dangle from where they were thrown over the club chair after Tribe brunch in Brooklyn (and before nap number two). A handful of wadded napkins from my crying spell while watching Extreme Makeover: Home Edition with Ari over spaghetti and meat sauce.
Yeah, I bawled over a god damned house makeover show. But seriously, show me pictures of an 11-day-old baby who needs a heart transplant – when I’m hungover and by nature overly sensitive? It could have been that ridiculously redundant Discovery Channel motorcycle show and I’d have needed a moment.
I know as well as anyone how terribly pedestrian it is to recap your weekend in stories that begin, “I was so drunk I…” But I think it’s fairly safe to say I have never had to have a cab driver count my money and I have never missed the bed and landed on the floor hard enough to surely dent concrete (but at the same time fail to wake The Snorer who has been particularly heinous lately). It was, overall, the kind of weekend that leaves a mark.
Ouch! Well, you probably needed that...
Posted by: Mathieu at January 31, 2005 10:28 AMI ALWAYS cry during Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Isn't it nice to see a reality show that's actually helping people who need it?
Posted by: Lesterhead at January 31, 2005 10:35 AMThat stupid show always makes me tear up. A bad way to start Desperate Housewives.
Posted by: mingaling at January 31, 2005 10:54 AMi always cry watching that show, too. hope you had a spectacular weekend... thank God for tums and gatorade. :)
Posted by: red at January 31, 2005 11:02 AMhmm, am i the only one who has no idea what extreme makeover is???
i'm assuming some queer eye for the straight guy type show???
Posted by: ak at January 31, 2005 11:09 AMA yes, those evenings, they usually also involve bloodshed, so save a head wound from the early Sunday morning face-plant it sounds like you did, no permanent harm befell you. Pete Townsend would be proud of you...
"I woke up in a Soho doorway, a policeman knew my name..."
Posted by: Mike at January 31, 2005 11:12 AMAK -
No, it's a show where they build/remodel houses for people with special needs. It's very touching.
Posted by: Fish at January 31, 2005 11:15 AMIt's a great show.
I tear up every week.
And yes, I am man enough to admit that... :)
That show makes me cry every time, too... even while my architect brain is thinking dude, you shouldn't have built it that way.
Posted by: Kimberly at January 31, 2005 01:45 PMAK, no...I have no feckin' idea what that show is, either. I assumed it was yet ANOTHER of those make-over type shite they all have on now.
Fish...that bit about missing the bed, and having the cab driver count the money? Have you been secretly hanging out with me?
Posted by: Robotnik at January 31, 2005 02:31 PMI'm glad I have such things to look forward too AFTER college as well. ;)
Posted by: lauren at January 31, 2005 03:18 PMWhatcha readin?
Posted by: Michael R at January 31, 2005 04:21 PMI have nine pages left of The Moviegoer -- which I refuse to finish. The second book in the Traveling Pants series. And The Brothers Karamazov. Because I swore to god I'd finish it. Even though I hate it.
Posted by: Fish at January 31, 2005 04:26 PMyou know what book it pretty good...jonathan strange & mr. norrell by susanna clarke...starts off a bit slow but gets quite interesting...OH, and the barack obama book also...i dunno what it is exactly that makes the book so captivating but it's something.
Posted by: ak at January 31, 2005 04:29 PMMy husband and I both usually end up crying during Extreme Makeover Home Edition. Well, that and we both usually end up commenting on where we'd stick Ty's bullhorn. Damn, but he's like ADD Boy with that thing.
Posted by: Dawn at January 31, 2005 04:45 PMAw, Fish....how can you hate Dostoevsky.
Posted by: Robotnik at January 31, 2005 08:06 PMSounds like a Sunday at my place...minus the pink shoes. That reminds me, I need some pink shoes.
Posted by: Robin at January 31, 2005 08:08 PMI ALWAYS cry at that d@mn Extreme Home Makeover!
Posted by: mandy at January 31, 2005 08:42 PMIt's OK. Seeing the victim get closure at the end of Cold Case always makes me cry.
Anyways, your blog is great. :)
Posted by: Kate at January 31, 2005 09:15 PMextreme makeover home edition always makes me a little misty eyed. then my roomates laugh and point at me and we watch desperate housewives.
Posted by: Flora at January 31, 2005 10:45 PMI feel your pain! I have become ridiculously emotional over TV lately, especially these foolish reality shows. The family in desperate straights that's pitifully overjoyed by their new house, the Bachelorette who only wants to fall in love, the poor mother who just can't get her kids to respect her saved by nanny. It's a sad thing.
Posted by: Jen at January 31, 2005 10:55 PMWe need to get our emotion from somewhere... The television is as good a source as any.
Posted by: BridalBeer at February 1, 2005 12:29 AMI love the title of this post. I always say, after one of those nights, that I feel like I'm on CSI the next morning. I'm all "Hmm...cookie crumbs in the bed. They appear to be chocolate chip."
And I'll just echo most of these other comments: that Extreme Makeover always gets me too--in spite of my efforts to remain stoic. It's so emotionally manipulative, but I can't turn it off.
Posted by: vague at February 1, 2005 03:29 AMI avoid shows like that, because I don't want to become all soft and tender hearted and misty eyed. I have to be a tough broad out there in this world.
Posted by: Irene at February 1, 2005 04:52 AMI always tear up when I watch that show. The sniffles are generally followed up with curses against Ty and the rest of the crew, for making me realize what a softie at heart I truly am.
Posted by: revelwriter at February 1, 2005 10:27 AMYou got your iPod! Let the celebrating commence!
Posted by: Kimberly at February 1, 2005 11:28 AM