Kamran flew to California Friday morning to visit a client in Palo Alto but made a stop in Orange County first to celebrate the Persian New Year with his family, which now includes a baby nephew named . . . Cameron! My roommate wasn’t feeling well that night, so I went to Kamran’s apartment to take care of the 20 hours of “Criminal Minds” saved on his DVR but got out of the bus at 34th Street to enjoy a few minutes of walking through the almost-spring weather. I didn’t know anything about the whole moon-being-closer-to-the-Earth-than-it-has-been-in-18-years thing, but I did notice it looked particularly lovely over Long Island City across the river in Queens:
Along with the “Criminal Minds”, I watched the Alli-goes-to-stay-with-Johnny-at-college-but-they-don’t-make-out-WTF episode of “Degrassi” while recording the first two Harry Potter movies so I could later fast-forward through the FIFTEEN MINUTES OF COMMERCIALS the channel plays for every five minutes of movie and see how the films compare with the books now that I’ve succumbed and read the first two. (I guess I like all the detail in the books, but reading them is a lot more fun when I already know how everything looks in the movies. Maybe I’m unimaginative.)
On Saturday afternoon, I ordered the same kebab plate that Kamran and I get every Thursday night to enjoy while watching the previous night’s “Top Chef” episode. I’ve grown so accustomed to watching food-related shows while I eat with him that watching non-food-TV felt funny. It could’ve had something to do with the fact that it was a serial killer drama involving cannibalism, but still, it makes me wonder if I’d spend the rest of my life eating dinner to Tom Colicchio or Ina Garten even if Kamran wasn’t around.
My roommate, Jack, was planning to be home that evening, so I took a shower around 1 and then sat around for the next three hours checking obsessively for Kamran’s IMs, tweeting about hearing the ice cream truck for the first time in more than four years outside Kamran’s apartment, hating Dobby the House Elf so much, and finding out that left alone with the Ritter Sport Alpine Milk chocolate bar, I didn’t want to eat the whole thing in two bites as I had originally planned. At 5, I finally got bored enough that I decided to go for a long walk around the neighborhood and saw so many French bulldogs at the Beekman Place dog park and so many goddamned happy couples rubbing their coupledom in my face. A man with an impressive old-timey mustache made eyes at me, and I decided to reward myself with a black and white cookie, but it turns out I just don’t enjoy getting fat as much by myself and went home empty-handed.
I stopped by the convenience store in Kamran’s building on my way back up to the apartment for some soda and a Fage yogurt to replace the one I’d found all dried up without its lid on in the back of the fridge, and the man behind the counter said, “Where’s your guy? You look lonely.”
GRR! So even though I’d secretly been planning to stay at Kamran’s alone all night again, I decided to go to my own apartment and be entertained by Jack and his new Xbox Kinect. We ate bahn mi and bubble tea from Hanco’s, and I watched him play Halo for a couple of hours before taking the controls myself and learning that video games aren’t for girls.
The next day, I woke up late to meet my friend Ash for Macaron Day NYC 2011. My hair usually needs about 3 hours to air day, so I decided to save time and blowdry it for approximately the third time in my life and the first time in at least five years. I knew it had the chance to turn out looking like this, but I was willing to put up with that if it meant not going out with wet hair. So I took my shower, put on the big fluffy robe my grandmother got me for Christmas, watched an episode of “Southland”, made some oatmeal, and came back to the bathroom to check my hair’s progress. When I ran a comb through it, it was perfectly straight and lovely.
So I turned on the hairdryer, flipped my head upside-down, and came up looking like this:
So apparently you’re not supposed to blowdry upside-down when you don’t want a small afro?
When I met up with Ash, she said, “What happened to you?!” Luckily, the macarons were good, and Kamran’s coming back tonight.
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Sorry, but the mini-fro is awesome. No, amazing.
And I totally hear you about the reading a book after seeing the movie deal. I did the same thing with Twilight (don’t judge me) and liked the book a whole lot more.
We can be unimaginative together.
Ummmmmmmmmm I kind of love it. I think people with curly hair should embrace the fro – it’s amazing!
I LOVE THE HAIR!
Seriousy, Katie, you have the most awesome hair ever – and that blow dry fro is the best. You look all “wind swept” and sexy. Make sure you do that do just before Kamran gets back – and he;ll never leave again!
LOL
Can’t tell you what memories this post brought back for me. I feel like I just relived the 2 weeks when John went away to camp in the Canadian wilderness. Except for the masssive panic attacks on and off (I’d found out I was pregnant). Talk about wanting someone home NOW!
it looks so good!
I have to agree with others and say that I think your curls are awesome and should be embraced. :) This is coming from someone with straw-straight hair all my life. It actually LOOKS like straw sometimes. Yours is cute!
Most of the time that Tom and I are separated, it’s me who’s out of town with family, but he’s going to be spending some time 2.5 hours away in Columbus sometime soon, and I’m DREADING it.
p.s. I’m so sorry I’ve been away for a while. Catch-up time! (read: expect lots of comments to old posts sometime soon) :)
No joke. Sexy bed-head windswept rockstar. Love it.
pretty sure macaron day needs to be every sunday.
1. I’m not sure we can be friends if you don’t love Dobby.
2. Johnny got into college?! How did THAT happen? (We no longer get the channel that shows Degrassi. Sadness.)
3. Nobody told me about blow-drying my hair upside down in middle school. Hence the afro of 6th grade. (Complete with accordion headband. I wish I were joking.)
Wait, there are people who love dobby? Or even like? I thought you were supposed to hate him! He’s the worst.
Oooh I hate you Katie Ett. You’re one of those people who knows they look good then is all, “OMG, how horrible do I look?” just to hear how good they look.
lonely?! that sounds like a magical weekend.
When I’m alone for the weekend I turn to food and tv too. Especially those items which are extremely comforting like pizza and my favorite CW shows from jr. high.
Love the curls!
yeah the curls are pretty damn awesome, dobby will grow on you but i kind of hated him in the 2nd book, like a lot!
I think you better name that hairdo, before someone steals it and claims it as their own invention. The “Katie-do?”
I’m sorry, but I love your hair in the second photo. It looks like you just took a tumble.