No One to Chat and Chop With

Last night I really wanted to do something, whether it was going out or having one of my girls over for tacos, I knew one thing and it was that I had no interest at sitting home alone in my apartment all night. Much to my disappointment, the only one of my friends who wasn't doing the grown up, responsible adult thing was my friend who was going to play kickball. She so kindly invited me to play on their team, since they were short girls, but I'm pretty sure she was really hoping I'd decline.

You know, because the only time I'm a star athlete is when we're talking Beer Olympics, or anything of that nature. Since I knew there was a possibility of having a ball kicked at me and me running in the opposite direction, screaming from it, I respectfully declined. Because, like, my plastic surgeon said to stay away from activities where balls are flying at my nose. 

So, there I was. Home alone in my one bedroom apartment with Erin's copycat Chipotle corn salsa recipe, some ground turkey, gelato, and wine. Duh.

I started getting a little mopey because, well, I've always been convinced that cooking for one is slightly depressing. I mean, how many recipes do you find that only make enough for 1 serving? Answer: not many. Sure, leftovers are great, but at what point do you just get damn sick of eating tacos?

That's when I did what any mopey, single girl would do... I text Erin and told her I was being a mopey loser, which is precisely when she reminded me that I don't have to share and cooking for one is awesome. Which I rolled my eyes at and explained to her that I thoroughly enjoy chatting while I chop. Well, that was until I took my first bite of the corn salsa. Then I knew exactly where she was coming from and I no longer wanted company in my apartment.

Seriously, go make that corn salsa and thank me later. Or thank Erin, since she's kind of the mastermind behind it.

Anyways, moving on. I sat on the sofa, flipped on 500 Days of Summer, and ate those tacos like they were my last damn meal. A couple hours later I followed up with some sea salted caramel gelato and Something Borrowed. It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all.

You know, it's really easy for me to, kind of, fear nights like that because I'm constantly on the go. Whether I'm out with my friends, visiting my parents, at work, or whatever else it might be, I never seem to spend much time alone these days. Like I've said before, I can rarely sit still for longer than 10 minutes so I'm always agreeing to plans and whatnot to avoid the inevitable dark hole I've created in my head of what being home alone looks like.

Last night, though, I sat still and alone. For two whole movies and a few glasses of Chardonnay, to be exact. And guess what? I totally didn't hate it and it wasn't a lonely black hole at all. Now, would I want to do this every night? No, I sure wouldn't. It's just not in my bones to sit still and silent for long periods of time. Maybe I need some Ritalin? Really, though. All I know is that I survived my first night in and completely alone in lord knows how long and I think I could probably do it every once in a while and not hate it.

With that said, it's Tuesday which means it's back to the fast paced life I know in love. Hallelujerrr.

Happy Tasty Tuesday.
Focker out.