Busy busy....

I thought things would be slightly less hectic after Laura and Andy's wedding, however it seems that the opposite has proved true. Dogs, plants to be watered, pruned, picked and eaten... interviews to hold and walks... and walks... and walks.
The good news is that the week has been beautiful. Dog watching is not only fun because of the animal, but fun because it forces me outside for long periods of time. I discovered parts of the city that I never would have. Like Herter Park offering Shakespeare and Shaw through September 16 at a beautiful outdoor amphitheatre.
Busy is good though, so I keep telling myself. And busy leaves for less time to ponder over the ever present 'what should I do with my life' questions.
Right now I am living royally in a place I could never actually afford on my own. A lovely small Back Bay apartment with a beautiful, sweet and lovable dog named Mia. Today she found a bra of mine, and has torn at it as her new favorite toy. I never wore it much anyway. And I feel much closer to her because of it...
I attempted to make zucchini bread tonight, nearly smoking the dog and i out of this small apartment. I need to do some serious oven cleaning. Damn. I get to sleep in tomorrow and was hoping to have some zucchini bread for breakfast.

Bryan and I went to the annual Cambridge International Festival, ie, the Caribbean festival, on Sunday. Quite good times. We watched a totally cool, all girl, brass Haitian Afro rock band. We also watched pre teens in small outfits shaking what their momma gave them. Serious ass movement here. If I had a genie and three wishes my second wish (after #1, " Genie, I want to be able to sing the blues...") would be to be able to shake my booty like that. Still working on my third wish, but I do feel good to be prepared.

Perhaps my third wish would be to have an endless supply (and endlessly unupset stomach because of it) of my new most amazing favorite combo of ice cream Ginger and Black Raspberry Chip from Christina's.

Oh My God.