Pants Are Dumb... and other thoughts

Last night my plan was to hurry home from work, throw on my running shoes, get fit, and shower.  All this before meeting up with a fellow for drinks and chats.

The last part of the evening went according to plan.  The part where I was productive and ran a bunch of miles did not.

Instead of getting out there on the open road and burning off second lunch, I came home, immediately relieved myself of pants, cracked open a beer, plopped myself on the couch and watched The Killing.

Oh yeah and when I finished the beer I straightened my hair (sans pants and in front of the T.V.... obvi).

All of this was a genius use of my time.  Possibly Absolutely the highlight of my week.  And I'm not at all ashamed to admit that.

At one point during the "highlight of my week", the part where I started talking to the television to be exact, I found myself uncontrollably laughing to/at myself.  I realized how ridiculous I would look to a fly on the wall -- or, more realistically, my neighbors.  (I'm not always the best about closing the blinds when engaging in pants-free living.)

An aside: This raises the age-old question, "Are you ever really living while wearing pants?"  The answer, as you might already have guessed, is "No.  Not fully... Unless they're hot pink." See venn diagram (based on another pants related venn diagram) below for further clarification:

Back to the business at hand.

My delight with the situation suddenly turned into feelings of deep gratitude.  For what?  I guess it's sort of in line with what I posted about yesterday.  Needing to just chill out and enjoy what's happening now.  It's lovely little moments like these that help me acknowledge and appreciate my extremely limited responsibilities and the great amount of freedoms I have as a result.  Sitting around half dressed drinking beer in my apartment might seem like a silly example but I have a feeling it's nonsense like that that I will be missing 10 years down the road.

Actually let's be honest here... as soon as this evening I'll be missing the sweet relaxation of last night.  Tonight it's all pants, all the time for Amanda.  A dear friend of mine is arriving in a matter of hours and so fun-times-in-public-places must ensue (damn social convention and your insistence on constricting waist-bands).

This isn't to say that the weekend won't be equi-glorious to last night.  It will be just a different type of glorious.

And with that I am shockingly out of words.  Off I go so start my 3 day respite from work!!