As you can see, my NYE events seem to be getting tamer and tamer.  Granted, this year I was supposed to have a Giant Party at my place – but everyone but one friend of ours canceled due to the massive snow storm (read sarcastically; we had 4″ of snow).  Is it surprising that as we get older, we get lamer?

The idea that what you do on New Year’s day says something about what the rest of your year will be like is interesting…not sure I believe it, but here’s what I did…

Woke up sometime after noon, put on pajamas (I do have a roommate now…he is very cool, but I’m not sure he’s interested in entertaining my desire to run about the house in slippers and panties). I then played WoW…not my level 80 warlock, but a new druid I rolled on his (alliance) server, for four hours, before calling Ploman and demanding his presence for dinner. I made delicious “homemade” spaghetti sauce, frying up green and yellow squash, green and red peppers, onions, garlic, asparagus, spinach, stewed tomatoes, and a can of tomato and basil Costco sauce…and while Mike (vegan) and I (semi-vegan) loved it, Ploman picked around the plethora of veggies and complained about the lack of meat. After he went home, I watched the new “Elizabeth” movie, which wasn’t half bad, and did some house cleaning.

Woke up New Year’s Day the Second to Ploman calling – he bought me a few of my favorite pastry at the Cuban bakery and was on his way over. I quickly showered, and hung out with him savoring my pastry while he wolfed down not one, but TWO foot-long multiple-dead-animal subs…I wish I had that man’s metabolism. It just ain’t fair. I decided to go to Ikea and pick up a table for the new giant printer I purchased (not realizing just how Huge and Giant the thing is) and stopped by the Honda dealer to get my oil changed and buy Ploman some all-weather mats for his car for Christmas. More house cleaning, more video games…all in all, a pretty relaxed and boring holiday.  Maybe this will be a relaxed and boring year, full of good friends and good times.

Now on to other house stuff…have I mentioned yet how much I LOVE having my roomie?  Some interesting things that have happened this past week:

• Woke up from a nap hearing a deep, scary voice; start freaking out thinking we’re being burgled, or worse.  Turns out it’s a video game roomie plays; the voice of the boss is scary to me in a half-awake state.
• Watched roomie play another video game, this one involving killing lots of zombies.  Some of the zombies explode bile all over you and make it hard to see the screen.  That night, I had nightmares…about zombies.  Over-active imaginations FTW!
• Meeting up in the kitchen at 2am to cook vegan goodies.  Nom, nom.
• Being nagged to do dailies.  Yes! I need to be nagged to do dailies!  Who doesn’t?!
• Hearing him talk to the cats amuses me.  Now I’m not the only crazy person in the house who talks to them.  He also loves playing with the kitten, and teases him with the laser pointer and plays fetch with his woobie all the time.  It just warms the cockles of my heart.
• Roomie is a very kind soul, but if he dies a lot repeatedly in-game, I start hearing the fuck bomb every other word being yelled into his microphone.  This amuses me greatly.

Next weekend we’re having a potluck and gift exchange with friends. It should be fun!  Until then, I’m back at work, and missing my four-day weekends greatly.

I have, in the past few years, had to cut a few friends out of my life who were not healthy, or who I just had nothing more in common with.  Breaking up with friends is hard, but sometimes your relationship just ends naturally (and sometimes there is a huge, dramarama-filled blowout that ends it for you).  Mr. T was aware of this, and called to ask my advice on breaking off a friendship – though not in so many words.

Mr. T and I are both rather successful for our age; we have both experienced rapid promotion in our respective fields, purchased our own homes, and we are pretty financially responsible, saving our money now so we can retire earlier than our parents will be able to (or at least, before MY parents will be able to, no offense mom!).  This is all despite the fact that when we were younger, we were very different than we are now.

“You know, when I first met you, you were like…insane-crazy-party-girl-Sidvicious-Sidney.  Now, you’re more like…poised-domestic-goddess-Sidvicious-Sidney,” he said to me.  “Not to imply in any way that you are boring now, of course,” …but of course I’m more boring now than when I was 21!  I used to start getting ready to go out at 10pm, and now it seems like 10pm is about the latest I’m willing to stay out on a work night – with the exception of going to Haven with Ploman Tuesday nights.  T has changed, too – we’ve both matured, and have both changed our priorities from what they were years ago – we went from living completely hedonistic lifestyles in college to what we are now (partially hedonistic, yet realistic and responsible, I think).

This change in priorities is, I believe, what is supposed to happen once you’re out of college a few years.  The difference between someone still in college, and someone out of college within a year is HUGE – even if the age difference is small.  After you’ve been living on your own, paying your own bills, going to work every day, and keeping  your own house, you’re in an entirely difference place from someone still in or just out of college still living with roommates/parents.  I don’t want you to think I’m being a snob about this – I certainly don’t exclude anyone from my life just for being younger / in a different place / living with their parents – but I do want to stress that sometimes these differences can be too great for a friendship to overcome.

T’s current problem is just that; he has a best friend from college, let’s call him Mr. Conceited since he really always thought he was the universe’s gift to women.  Mr. Conceited was what I would call a “striver” while in school.  A “striver” is basically someone who is always striving for perfection – does all homework completely, early, and accurately; studies for tests excessively (to be honest, any studying at all was “excessive” in my opinion when I was in college), never misses a class, goes to all office hours a professor hosts, etc.  However, when Mr. Conceited left school he just sort of started…skating. Basically doing the minimum needed to get by (the minimum needed to get by for him is much lower than other people without silver spoons in their mouths).

After skating for awhile in Boston, he moved down to the area where T lives, became friends with all his cousins friends, and really started skating. He and his friends do the same things they all did when in school – go to bars and get drunk, juggle multiple women, watch sports, go to bars and get drunk, etc.

Mr. T said to me, “how do I stay friends with Mr. Conceited, but still let him know that I feel as though I have out grown these activities? I don’t want him to think I’m passing judgment on him, but at the same time, it’s totally lame to still be doing the kind of stuff we were when we were 21, ya know?”

I totally know.  Going to the bar now and again is fine, but honestly…I just get so annoyed by most people who frequent them, it is rarely worth my time.

“You can’t develop – can’t become an adult – if all you do is go out and drink,” claims my mother; “if you’re busy working a full-time job and you want to do something meaningful with your time, going out to bars is not the place to do it.”

The million dollar question, then, is how to meet new friends who are interested in doing the same things that out are during your non-work time. I’ve been in CT for over three years now and it is only in the past two that I really found some good local friends (local because I’m still very close with college friends, but they all live far, far away). I have been lucky, I think, because I haven’t had to cut too many people out of my life, though there have been a few. As hard as it was at the time, I think I prefer the dramarama-blowout method of friend break-ups; its more like ripping a bandaid off than anything else. The slow way of breaking up – especially between women when there is lots of processing of emotions involved – just takes too long sometimes, and in one case I finally said “look, I don’t need to explain to you why I don’t want to be friends anymore. Please just respect that I do not, and let’s move on with our lives.”

Since I don’t want to end this post (for now) on a sad note, here is proof of my newly found domestic bliss; my favorite pecan pie recipe after the break!

PECAN PIE
8 Servings

Recipe includes ingredients for pie crust and pie filling utilizing pecan meal or finely chopped nuts.  Note special baking procedures for pie crust u sing egg wash.

2    CUPS FLOUR, ALL PURPOSE
2/3    CUPS CRISCO
1/4    CUP WATER
1    PINCH SALT

6     TBSP BUTTER
1     CUP SUGAR, DARK BROWN
1/2    TSP SALT
3    EACH EGGS
3/4    CUP CORN SYRUP, LIGHT
1    TBSP VANILLA
1    CUP PECAN MEAL OR FINELY CHOPPED PECANS
1    CUP PECAN HALVES, CHOPPED

The first four ingredients listed above are for the pie crust and the last eight items are for the filling:

FOR THE PIE CRUST: Remove 1/3 cup flour from the 2 cups designated for the pastry and mix with the 1/4 cup water into a paste.  Wisk the salt with the remaining flour and add the Crisco.  Cut the Crisco and flour with a dinner fork into pea-sized pieces.  Ad the water/flour mixture and gently knead the flour mixture into a ball.  Do not over knead.  Cool the pastry mixture in the refrigerator for approximately one hour, remove, and cut ball into two equal pieces.  roll out a piece into a round 1/8-inch thick piece and fit it into a 9-inch pie plate, crimping the edge.  Chill for another 30-60 minutes.

PREHEAT OVEN TO 400-425F.

Remove from the refridgerator and prick sides and bottom with a fork.  fit with a round of wax paper and weigh it down with rice or beans.  Bake shell for 10-15 minutes until slightly brown and flakey.  In a small bowl whisk together egg yolk with 1 tsp water and brush bottom and sides of shell with mixture.  Return shell to oven and bake for 2 minutes more.

FOR THE PIE FILLING: Preheat oven to 300F.  In a bowl set over simmering water melt the butter.  Remove bowl from heat and whisk in the brown sugar, salt, eggs (one at a time), corn syrup and vanilla.  return bowl to heat and stir until mixture is shiny and warm to the touch (about 130F).  add the pecan meal and coarsely chopped pecans.  Bake in the oven for 50 to 60 minutes, or until center feels set, but still slightly soft. (Look for an initial sign of cracking on the top surface of the pie).  cool for at least 4 hours.