Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I Would have Posted this Sooner, but...

Dear Boo,

So you know I have this deadline by which I'm supposed to be done with at least a rough draft of this play I'm writing. I basically had all summer to write it--3 whole months--which isn't that much when it comes to writing a play, but is certainly more than the 6 days I now find myself with. Now, I don't like to brag but I'm kind of a prodigy when it comes to procrastination. Not too many can hold a candle to the commitment, skill, and ingenuity I bring to the table. Basically, I'm kind of a big deal. Just as a sample, here's a few of the things I've done to avoid work in the past couple of weeks:

1) Watched a ton of Olympic events
2) Reenacted exciting moments from the Olympics that the Boyfriend may have missed.
3) Put on and taken off gym clothes multiple times (I've also actually gone to the gym a couple of times, but that's a whole other procrastination story.)
4) Cut my hair.
5) Sat on a rooftop drinking a bottle of Cristal borrowed from the home of a fugitive on the run from the FBI. Not joking. (Unless you work for the FBI, in which case I am.)
5) Read the following blogs:
Amateur Gourmet
The Wednesday Chef
The Girl Who Ate Everything
6) Checked and rechecked said blogs to see if they'd posted anything new.
7) Explored the Chamber of Commerce website for every small cute beach town within 200 miles of NYC.
8) Called a million hotels/motels/inns/b&bs to see if they'd consider offering a special asylum rate for one poor little girl being unfairly persecuted by a deadline.
9) Watched a marathon of Degrassi the Next Generation. SO good.
10) Thrown at least two fits.
11) Thought about vacuuming the carpet.
12) Read every word of a blog written by a girl I haven't seen since high school who writes exclusively about her new baby for the sake of her family members.
13) Watched Meet the Press, Face the Nation, and an infomercial hosted by erik estrada about a utopian community in Arkansas where I MAY or may not have bought a home at a cut-rate price.
14) Facebook. Nuff said.
15) Wrote a blog entry.

**At this point I'd like to draw attention to the fact that I started this post 5 days ago and can't seem to finish it.**

I wanted to end this post with a recipe since one of the best ways to procrastinate is to cook something elaborate and time consuming, or something like risotto which requires constant attention so while your Boyfriend (insert appropriate nomenclature here) says, "shouldn't you be working on that application/dissertation/expense report/new design for ass-less chaps" you can be all, "I would, if this risotto didn't require me to stand right here stirring constantly". HOWEVER, I have been too busy procrastinating to actually get to the whole cooking aspect of this blog.

Instead I offer you this handy procrastination tip, in place of a recipe: MENUPAGES. The ultimate time eater for the...eater.

One of my favorite ways to waste time is to play the find-a-restaurant Game. Ask me for a not-too-expensive-but-still-sharp-and-appropriate-for-dinner-with-parents-Mediterranean-restaurant-on-the-upper-west-side and I'll happily jump on this site for initial research supplemented by NY Magazine and NY Times and Chowhound reviews for hours of wasted pleasure. By the way, the answer is Kefi.

(Just yesterday, I played this game when our Uncle (the first foodie I ever knew) and our family friends (of the tomato revelation fame) were looking for a place on the Lower East Side near Rockwood where they could eat before your gig. I settled on Little Giant, a fantastic restaurant tucked away on Orchard Street where A.Mac. and I went for one of our secret don't-tell-anyone-we're-splurging-on-this-meal dinners. I plan to treat myself to a dinner here when I finally meet this deadline. Or finish this blog post--whichever comes first.)

The Mouse

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1 comment:

annie mac said...

Ron Burgundy: I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal.
Veronica Corningstone: Really.
Ron Burgundy: People know me.
Veronica Corningstone: Well, I'm very happy for you.
Ron Burgundy: I'm very important. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany