the crazy dance.

18 Oct

a strange kind of thing hit me today as i was sipping too-sweet tea (india – god) from a too-small cup (double god) and listening to my tunage. as i often do to drown out the 40 bajillion decibels of bengali yelling that surround me each day. (as a further digression, how this country is not filled with deaf people, is literally beyond me.)

there is this line in a city and color song that goes: “i’ve seen a palace in london, i’ve seen a castle in wales – but i’d rather wake up beside you – and breathe that old familiar smell.”

it made me realize that, for probably the first time in my entire ridiculous life, i want complete and utter normalcy.

i know exactly what you’re going to say: “al, listen, you’ve been gone for a while and we all know you’re going kind of crazy. you’re totes homesick, so stop being so drama. lord.”

you’re perhaps right. and yet – while i am admittedly eager to get home for a number of reasons – i’m not sure you can sum up how i’m feeling to just missing the familiar.

i think i’m just really tired of being a complete wack-a-doo.

specifically, i’m tired of running around making exciting, exuberating, extreme choices that cause ripples – then big-ass waves – through my personal and professional life.

and this goes beyond the insane india factor, trust me. this is about the last 5 years chasing a  career path that, while super exotic, is consistently challenging from every possible angle. relentless, actually.  (blah blah blah – i know not the first person ever to feel this way, but hey, it’s about me al, remember?)

so yah, i can honestly say that for the first time in my entire life of always wanting things to be radically  non-standardized –  all i want right now is  unadulterated, inexplicable dullness.

frankly,  it’s making me kind of vomit in my mouth to admit all of this,  but what’s the point in holding back from you now? we’ve come so far together, kind readers.

within 2 weeks i’m going to be prancing around my kitchen at 11 am in a mink hat screaming at the top of my lungs to marvin gaye, drinking champagne (chardy after 12, where do you think i was raised – a barn?) while the diabolical dog perform his newest – and perhaps most highly anticipated – tap dance routine.

yup, normal.

eyes on the prize


13 Responses to “the crazy dance.”

  1. A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) October 18, 2011 at 5:46 pm #

    so you’re leaving the crazy al in india?? is that what i read between the lines??

    • al October 19, 2011 at 12:24 pm #

      hahaha…let’s see….

      • A.A.B. (auntie angie baby) October 19, 2011 at 4:31 pm #

        normal everyday life (which doesn’t mean boring all the time) is the new black. fits everyone and always looks good.

  2. Jess Hynes October 18, 2011 at 6:02 pm #

    Dearest Al,
    Its been a while since I have commented on your excellent blog. I feel a little closer to you this week however as I have met your mum and dad (I am in Ottawa visiting auntly and unclette and they popped by – they’re lovely) and I spoke to your hubbo yesterday when he called home. Apart from this, something really struck a chord with me on your last post about wanting normalcy as well as champagne obviously. Our little family is about to make the big move out of London to the sea – 5 minutes walk from sister Zo and 5 minutes walk from the sea. This decision has caused a few raised eyebrows from London folk who have basically said; ‘But you’re going to be so……bored.’ Outwardly I have offered the various platitudes and mumbled something about sea kayaking, biking, more of an outside life etc, but what I’m actually thinking is ‘Yes, exactly, bored! Bored, bored bored bored! I cannot WAIT!’ Normal, cosy, simple, loving family life with space to enjoy it and time to appreciate it – you’re damn right its the prize. Muchos love X

    • al October 19, 2011 at 12:27 pm #

      jess, my dear. loved this! i know you are basically going through exactly what i am – you know what i’m talking about. you are going to love the new house, and love being so close to le sis. i yearn for the day when we can come and visit you in your new lovely seaside abode and have all the kids just running around being their fantastic little selves telling us about all their adventures in the wild beyond. we can swap stories of knitting and baking and just being complete dulls together.
      lots of love – enjoy your time with the auntie and uncle my darling. xoxox

      • Jess Hynes October 19, 2011 at 3:27 pm #


  3. Jess Hynes October 18, 2011 at 6:13 pm #

    And crazy dancing too…..X

  4. Brenna October 18, 2011 at 6:23 pm #

    I’m kinda excited for you and normalcy too… of course I assume everything that happened that night at Swirl is normal. That’s the kind of normal we’re talking about right?!

    • al October 19, 2011 at 12:29 pm #

      my liver hates the future us. that’s all i am liberty to say.

  5. Jennifer October 18, 2011 at 9:15 pm #

    ahhh, normal is sooooooo good. A roller coaster life of thrills and spills is not all it is cracked up to be. I like your normal kitchen dancing, dog prancing, wine gulping idea. That is really living la viva loca.

    • al October 19, 2011 at 12:30 pm #

      j-wils i know you’re totes down with everything i said. especially the part about the tap-dancing dog.

  6. Hannah October 19, 2011 at 2:56 am #

    If you ever want to rub normalcy off on me. Please, please do. I have a husband and dog who are practically begging for it.

    Okay, literally begging for it. A la Oatmeal.

    • al October 19, 2011 at 12:31 pm #

      i haven’t exactly found it yet, so i’ll keep you posted. i echo your statements, as you know, the husband and dog are also both literally dying for a little 9-5 dull-drum.


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