August 29, 2008
August 27, 2008
August 26, 2008
August 25, 2008
I’m discovering there are more people I know living in Cheyenne than I ever would have guessed, and the number keeps growing.
People from my past keep popping up everywhere. I run into them at restaurants, at meetings, and mostly I hear about others through the grapevine, “Did you know so-and-so is living here too…?”
Last week alone I had two blasts from my past.
I was at lunch for my boss’ birthday. When we got up to leave a girl from the table beside us stopped me. “KIM!! How are you?!”
Oh no. I knew I knew her. I just could NOT place her. This was terrible.
It took me a few minutes of talking to her to figure it out – she used to work in D.C., for the other Wyoming senator, but left several years ago for the Peace Corps and nobody had heard from her, to my knowledge anyway.
She was completely out of context for me in Cheyenne and placing her took me a few. We exchanged cards and have emailed a couple of times with plans to meet for a drink or coffee sometime soon.
The very next day I had a similar exchange. I was at a meeting of public information officers and we had to go around the room and introduce ourselves. There was a girl I knew I had gone to college with. She had been in several of my communication classes and I thought for sure I remembered her name. I was right!
After the meeting she came over to chat. Once again, we left with promises to meet up.
It’s so strange and fun to see people here I knew mostly from D.C. And it’s strange and fun in a different way to run into people I knew in college and haven’t seen since.
It’s mostly nice to know there are more folks than I thought living in town who I can count as friends, buddies, acquaintances, whatever – even if I haven’t seen them in ages.
August 23, 2008
August 20, 2008
I might have gone based on the name alone - I mean, it IS kind of funny - but I mostly went because a friend recommended one particular stylist there: a girl who cut hair in a D.C.-area salon.
That was all I needed to hear.
Not that I've never had a bad hair cut in D.C. - I recall one particular stylist who thought I'd look best as Mrs. Brady.
And, I'm sure there are good stylists in Cheyenne. But I wanted to check out the one who worked at the sister salon to a glitzy one in downtown D.C.
I had high hopes of walking out and not looking like a newscaster - which is also what stylists like to make me in to.
Overall, I think she did a good job. She wasn't my beloved Karina from D.C., but she may be a good substitute.
There's just one other person I want to check out before I make a solid decision - a guy my boss and her sister go to and who is apparently, um, a Dupont-type man.
I'll be right at home!
August 18, 2008
I'm not complaining! I'm liking the constant activity and am enjoying seeing people I may not get to see again for a while.
It all started with Linds C. and her mom, who stayed at my place last weekend even though I was in D.C. Initially we thought we'd pull a switcheroo like in the movie The Holiday, but it only worked about half right. Regardless, she is my first official visitor, even if I wasn't there to greet her personally.
Then a friend from the Senator's office came by for drinks last Wednesday, followed a few days later by an old friend from college who I hadn't seen in years and who came to town to catch up. No sooner had he left than another friend from the Senator's pulled in and has been my guest until tonight.
CK has hinted he may stay when he's in the state for work, Linds H. needs a bed while in town for a conference, and my parents are planning a visit in early September!
It's like running a bed and breakfast!
This constant flow of visitors is very exciting, but I'm afraid it is giving me a false sense of activity in my new town.
Oh well. I'll just sit back and let the door keep swinging.
August 15, 2008
August 14, 2008
August 13, 2008
August 12, 2008
I know I’ve been M.I.A. the past week. I went to D.C. for the weekend and have just been…tired…since I returned.
John and Sara's wedding was this weekend and I went back for the big event - and it was totally worth it, as I never doubted the wedding itself would be.
I did doubt, however, the wisdom in returning to my old home so soon.
August 6, 2008
August 5, 2008
August 3, 2008
August 2, 2008
August 1, 2008
But this isn't the case. Turns out my office has a little tradition: the first Friday after we get paid we head out for some lunchtime lanes.
That was today.
I showed up in one of my old league shirts, the Pin Princesses one to be exact, and got ready to kick some bowling butt. Thing is...I am NOT a good bowler, so the only bowling butt that got kicked was mine. (Where's the Bowling Jesus when I need him?!)
It seems the moral of the story is that no matter where I go I am destined to bowl. I guess I should just embrace this calling instead of avoiding it like I'd hoped to!
My new alley...
I thought I'd retired this "jersey"...