Last Fall I felt like maybe I was spending just a teensy bit too much time by myself. There were a number of reasons for this (one being I felt like my brain was turning to oatmeal), but a big one was talking to myself. Oh, I don't think it's a problem, really. I talk to myself when I'm alone all the time. The problem is I was getting caught talking to myself in public. A lot. After a while, when I noticed someone looking at me like he thought he needed to drop a net on me, I began putting a hand up to my ear, and tilting my head, so it looked like I was talking on the phone. This works surprisingly well, but I thought the the fact that I had a contingency plan for when I got caught talking to myself was a bad sign. (When one is in mid-town, an alternative plan is to act like one is running a monologue before an audition; yes, I have a back-up contingency plan.)
As the Fall progressed, I began seeing more of friends, and, even better, having more events here in the apartment. So far though, 2008 has broken all records for socializing in the apartment, and I'm thrilled. I'm hoping that if I get to talk to friends more often, I'll be less likely to walk around in public like I'm in the middle of my living room. In One week there has already been three social gatherings here; New Year's Eve has already been reported on, then Melissa and I invited Charles over on the 1st to help us with leftovers. He was great company as always, but did NOT pull his weight in the getting-rid-of-leftovers department, being all concerned with eating sensibly and other such nonsense. He's 6'5", built like a lumberjack, and he let himself be out-eaten by a pair of marmots. Hm. There may be a reason he's built like a lumberjack. Charles, do you feel objectified? Tough shit.
Moving on... the third gathering was last night when I hosted my informal arts support group,
known as the Exploding Yurts. Don't ask, I'm sure any story you come with up will be far funnier than the original. Once again I got to trot out my new bowls and plates, as well as using the other ceramics and linens that really ought to get out more. I'm perfectly happy to use nice stuff when it's just me (see above), make a celebration out of every moment yada yada yada, but that still only cracks out a few things at a time. There were only four of us last night, but I still got to go apeshit with placemats, serving bowls, cloth napkins, plates, cups and other random gew-gaws. (Is 'random gew-gaw' redundant? Is a gew-gaw ever NOT random?) I've used up all my votive candles, which feels like a victory somehow, since I've had them sitting around for five years or more. Ya just gotta remember to use them.
I'm hoping this is a new pattern. I guess I could do more than hope, it's not like I'm a passive participant in all this. I can make a point of inviting people over, right? I seem to forget that. I think this apartment calls people in more at this time of year; every January has been more social than almost any other time of year. The streets are quiet and the place gets cozy, sitting on the top floor with all the windows, even the ones on the courtyard, getting a fair bit of light. As the weather heats up, I start looking around for ways to be somewhere cooler for the Summer. I do not deal with heat well. Unless I can be submerged in water any time I want, I would happily avoid temperatures over 75 F. When I haven't managed to find work out of the city, I spend most of the time in my place panting in front of my air conditioner. It's a small one, and I don't want to share. I definitely don't want to cook. Even eating is fairly unappealing, frankly. Come Summer, most of my socializing happens in air conditioned public spaces, if it happens at all.
So, I make a mental note; this is the time of year when I love the city most, when it and I get along best. Make the most of it. Have lots of parties.