1) When my sister first moved to this area back in the late 1990's, I couldn't imagine why on earth anyone would live out here. In particular, I loathe and detest Route 9. For the unfamiliar, it is more or less a highway, except at random intervals there are STOPLIGHTS so people can turn into strip malls and car dealerships. Which, as you might imagine, creates all sorts of interesting near-misses, if not outright accidents. I now have to drive Route 9 daily, but during the week I am driving in the opposite direction of commuting traffic so it isn't so bad. But on the weekend all bets are off, in either direction, and for one split second I missed running errands in NYC - no car necessary, just my own two feet and a subway card.
2) I ventured on Route 9 this weekend so I could go to Trader Joe's. Stephanie raves about them a lot, and so I went with high hopes. I was surprised that a full quarter of the store was liquor. I don't know if this is an anomaly here in Massachusetts, but I found it peculiar. But the prices and loads of organic stuff made it worth the trip. It also had a really odd customer mix this afternoon: Coach-purse bearing soccer moms and hippie students.
3) As much as I hate chain stores, I was deliriously happy to discover today that I could return things bought in different states at Staples and J. Jill.
4) I totally reverted to my night-owl schedule this weekend, AND drank caffeinated soda today, and I will pay for it dearly tomorrow morning.
5) I gave up on the curly hair experiment. I found it more work, and I don't think it looked that good. It may just be the unfamiliarity of it all, but I like it much better straight - even if it means I have regular half-hour dates with the hair dryer.
6) I now have Amy Winehouse stuck in my head.