i know i have to stop watching american idol when...

i have a dream that i'm spooning with simon cowell. simon cowell. the one that i find absolutely repulsive in real life. and i was enjoying it.



what a hunk of man.

what is it about april?

i feel so completely content with life right now.



not that i was depressed over the past few months, but my annual change in psyche as soon as the weather warms, the flowers bloom, and the birds chirp away never ceases to amaze me.

i'm enjoying my job, the weather, the city, the apartment, and everything else in between. i had an amazing walk through prospect park today, while chatting away with erik on the phone, and came back content to just sit in the window and watch pedestrians and traffic.

i went to dc last weekend to hang out with kate, steph, and katherine. this was the first time since college that the four of us have been together in the same city. i also got to see some other faces i haven't seen in a while AND got an awesome sunburn while enjoying the sunny 85 degree weather on saturday.

sidenote: the meat loaf at&t commercial is on. i can't help but think it was created just for me.

and now we return to scheduled programming. debbie's wedding is this weekend, where i will be seeing a ton of college people again. excitement. celeste's wedding is getting closer, and we are now planning for her shower at brown's pub. more excitement.

i think that's about all i've got for now.

affidavit: at no time during this post was i on any sort of stimulant.

update: 7 days later. 7:30am and still no hot water.

keyspan did finally come friday evening to turn everything back on, but apparently it's not so good when your boiler emits carbon monoxide.

we do have heat and gas, but it turns out the boiler is completely busted. no set plans on getting the new one anytime soon (the landlord is still in nigeria).

i'm high-tailing it home tonight for a weekend of proper hot showers and stank erasing. and perhaps some parental pampering.

the heat is on

can't. get. warm.

my story begins on a dark and stormy monday night. and by dark and stormy, i mean it was fair weather for the final day of march. i was super excited to come home from work and make my archer farms frozen spinach and goat cheese pizza.

i preheated the oven and proceeded to do some things around the house.

ten minutes later i threw the pizza into the gas-powered oven. correct me if i'm wrong, but aren't these oven things supposed to be some source of heat?

melissa came out of the shower about an hour later and announced that we had no hot water.

we both sent texts to our super (aka guy who lives upstairs) and received no response. the next day came, and still no heat. i tried calling him, but his phone told me it was sorry, but at the request of the owner it was not accepting incoming calls.

then i had to go upstairs and ask if he's had any heat or hot water. "ohhh, it's happening to you guys too? i noticed it this morning in the shower but didn't have time to check it out. yeah, i haven't been able to cook, either."

i hinted that we were on to the fact that they probably haven't paid the keyspan bill (or, i flat out said "my thinking is either the bill wasn't paid or the heater in the basement is busted.")

he said he would check it out tomorrow.

turns out we were right, they didn't pay the bill. on wednesday, he called and said he had the check and would pay it thursday morning. i got a text from melissa thursday afternoon asking if one of us could be in the apartment until 6pm on friday so they can come and turn the heat back on.

and so, here i am working from home on this rainy friday morning, alternating coffee cup hand to hand to keep warm, hoping that they come to turn on our heat. our landlord best not be expectin' a full month's rent from this.

at least it's not february.

in other news, i'm also anticipating celeste's arrival today. she'll be getting in this afternoon and i'm really excited for our agenda:

tonight we're going to the sushi place my boss owns to meet up with my cousin eric, who i've seen a total of once in the past ten years. it will be good to see him, plus the sushi place is a lot of fun and drinks are half price until 9.

tomorrow will be the tartan day parade. nothing like a good excuse to drink beer and watch men in kilts.

we'll also grab some brunch tomorrow morning, pre-parade, and who knows what the rest of the day holds for us. hopefully a hot shower will fall in there somewhere.