These days I often feel like I’m starring in an episode of an HBO (okay, I could go for FOX– okay, even ABC fam) TV show. Generally the type that opens with a jazzy little theme song and a cheeky vignette of the different characters in a wide range of emotions: Anna laughing, Anna swilling mimosas at brunch with her friends, Anna hugging a boy right after a breakup, Anna eating a fresh slice with her friends, Anna hopping onto a plane with the perfect carry-on sized piece of luggage in hand, Anna navigating through the streets among her “co-stars”. How fun! How cute! How relatable! Continue reading
Today is what I call a Washington day: overcast, slate grey, hints of fog drifting over the sound, and a slight bite in the air. I’m wearing plush furry slippers, a sinfully cozy sweatshirt, and joggers- curled up under a marshmallowy throw. Some people hate this blanket of a gunmetal hue over the city and I am surprised at how quickly I have reacclimatized to the weather here. Complaints of “sweating like an asshole” and “I’m literally melting” have been sent to me from friends in Cambodia and I sure don’t miss that. It’s strange not rolling over onto one of many air conditioner remotes in the middle of the night and being able to wear a velvet robe at any time of the day.
As Mad Men comes to it’s final season, I’ve been brushing up on past episodes, remembering the times I laughed, cried, and wrung my hands at the characters who so deftly mirror us in so many ways. Pride, lust, anger, fear, love (?), self loathing, understanding- it’s all there. Just as it is in life past the television screen.