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Liz’s Bachelorette Party!

Last weekend, we celebrated my friend Liz, who is getting married in November. Yes, her bachelorette party was a little early (like 6 weeks before the wedding), but it was one of the few times that the three of us (Liz, Molly and I) could get together.

First, we all met up at Molly’s apartment in San Francisco. Note the stellar SF parking:

Neither of these people is me, don't worry.

Then we got all dressed up to go out. Because I felt very underdressed, Molly loaned me a giant sparkly necklace.

Once we got outside to the sidewalk, we realized we were not underdressed, as it was not cocktail hour in the city, but rather, 5 pm. But we didn’t let that sway us.

First, a grungy man said “Are you three Charlie’s Angels? I’ll be your Bosley.” Then, a very young-looking (like 12 years old) man with super long hair walked straight up to Liz (who was wearing a tiara) (and had like a foot on him) and said, “Hey princess, I heard you were looking for a man like me.” Molly said, “Probably not, since she’s getting married,” and he very politely backed off, saying, “Oh, I guess it was someone else.”

On the bus, a man drinking a 40 out of a paper bag told me he liked my necklace, then asked another girl (who I doubt was older than me) if she was my mother, because we were both very pretty. Yikes.

Finally we arrived at our destination: The Cheesecake Factory. (We have good associations with this place, and Liz has a special fondness for cheesecake.)

See?

After dinner we jumped in a cab and headed to the Castro Theatre, where they were showing The Little Mermaid, but with a very special twist:

OMG! A sing-along! They also gave us a gift bag with: a paper crown, a plastic pearl necklace, a dinglehopper, a noisemaker (to clack whenever Sebastian talked), bubbles to blow, and a glowstick.

It was kind of wonderful. But dark. So the pictures are lit by glowstick.

Here’s a clip of the entire theatre singing along:

After the movie, as the credits rolled, Part of Your World started again, and the entire theatre began singing it as we exited…out of the balcony, down a couple flights of stairs…and you can’t hear the movie playing anymore, but every single person is singing out loud, and as everyone around us spilled out onto Castro Street, we all finished the song (a big finish), and then everyone clapped and cheered.

One of those moments where you just feel like people are good.

(My apologies to those certain people who have heard this story too many times.)

Then Erin picked us up, and we went to Martuni’s, a piano bar, where we proceeded to drink very colorful cocktails and sing along with the rest of the crowd. Right as we started to leave, he started Cee-Lo Green’s “F*** You” and so we stuck around for that one.

Then back to the Haight for late-night pizza!

And then back to Molly’s to eat chocolate and talk girl talk, and eventually fall asleep all over her studio.

All-in-all, one of the best bachelorette/slumber parties I’ve ever been to. Great job us for planning, and congratulations Liz on your upcoming nuptials! Parties are awesome!

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"Other people" Being a girl Endings Self improvement Sentiment Theatre

Working hard, or hardly working

You know what’s underrated? The old-fashioned business letter.

I remember learning the format for these things in keyboarding class in high school. I sort of loved making my own letterhead (mine always had a strong Phantom of the Opera theme) and typing up important letters to important people.

We don’t really get to do that very much anymore.

I mean, even though I try to keep my emails nice and professional, I still get tons of work emails from people, using little punctuation or capitalization, and ending with that ubiquitous “Sent from my iPhone.” Like that’s supposed to excuse this mediocre attempt at communication:

“i see no thank you i do not have transportation but im sure other students will jump on this offer”

Also embarrassing is the email signature incorporating some song lyric or “Chinese proverb” that’s not really a Chinese proverb at all.

I got an email from someone the other day – it ended like so:

I’ve heard it said that people come into our
lives for a reason, bringing something we must
learn, and we are led to those who help us most
to grow, (if we let them) and we help them in return.

Also? No credit on that. So…plagiarism? (To avoid plagiarism myself, that’s from Wicked.)

Meanwhile, I gleefully typed this up this morning:

Not saying it’s perfect, but at least it’s not embarrassing. Simple pleasures…but pleasures nonetheless!

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Books Fiction Nonfiction Religion Technology

Google > Bing

Today I learned from the radio that soma is a modern drug, also known as Carisoprodol. It’s a muscle relaxant and pain reliever.

But I remember Soma as the drug in Brave New World that everyone had to take, that kept them apathetic and “happy.” What a reference!

Apparently, Brave New World borrowed the name from a mythical (assumedly hallucinogenic) drink consumed by the ancient Indo-Aryans.

Indo-Aryans are now most highly concentrated in the following areas: India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Nepal, Sri Lanka, the Maldives. There are one billion native speakers of the Indo-Aryan languages.

You should try to learn one new thing every day. Now we’ve learned four!

Or maybe you already knew one or two or three of these things. If so, you’re still good. If you knew all four, then you’ll have to find your own new thing for today.

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"Other people" Books

At the library…

Last week, Jonathan and I were in Borders on University in Palo Alto, picking through the few things left. I actually picked up some good stuff – a Dean Koontz book from the 80s (love them!), Laurie Notaro’s Spooky Little Girl, an Augusten Burroughs I haven’t read yet, and It’s All Relative, by Wade Rouse – a memoir that Jen Lancaster told me to read. 80% off rocks – although I am sorry that Borders has to close.

Anyway, I saw this on the mystery shelf: The Chocolate Cat Caper. And I took a picture of it, and made fun of it in my head.

I’m sure you know what I mean.

Like, I totally believe there’s a market somewhere of older women, who just love chocolate, cats, and mysteries. I mean, I guess I like all those things, and I’m not that old. But I just don’t think that you have to make it that easy for people to make fun of you.

Psshhh…Chocolate Cat Caper.

So then yesterday, I was killing time between the matinee and the evening show, at the Mountain View public library. I wandered over to the mysteries shelf, and checked out the Agatha Christies. I picked up The Pale Horse because I’ve never read it. The main character’s name is Thomasina, which I thought was funny, or something.

I wandered through a few more aisles, and then saw One Hundred Girls’ Mother, “A Women of the West Novel” by Lenore Carroll, lying out of place on a shelf. the cover looked interesting so I opened it up to read the inside flap of the jacket, and it also features a woman named Thomasina! So I thought it was a sign, and I took that one too.

Then I saw Tales of the City, by Armistead Maupin, which I totally have been wanting to read, so I grabbed that too. Pretty excited about that one.

Anyway, then I saw this series of books back in the mystery section!

A whole series of Chocolate Mystery things! That is even funnier than I originally thought it was. And that’s the whole point of this post.

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Awesome Memoir Nonfiction

Dan Just Laughs

There used to be this show on MTV called “Undergrads” – it ran for one season and everyone I talked to either loved it, or had never heard of it. I actually never saw it on TV, I watched downloaded episodes after it had been canceled. But I have fond memories.

This is one section that I have never forgotten:

Throughout the entire beginning half of the episode (called “New Friends,” which I recommend, but I doubted anyone would watch an 18-minute youtube clip), Brody keeps saying things about film and directors and his awesome film career, Kruger just drops f-bombs, and Dan laughs at them.

Sometimes…I just feel like Dan. Everyone around me is talking, and I just laugh at everything and contribute nothing.

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"Other people" Family

It’s a California thing.

Recently I saw an aunt and uncle who I haven’t seen in ages. They live in Washington. They drove down to California. When I said, “Oh wow, how long is that?” he said, “It’s about 900 miles.” And I was like, I don’t really know what that means, even though it is a totally appropriate and probably more accurate answer to my question.

I’ve heard it’s “a California thing” to give distance in terms of time (it takes about 3 hours) and not miles (it’s like 130 miles). Honestly, I don’t even know how many miles away things are, but I can tell you how long it’ll take to get there. Well, I know my work is about 30 miles from my house, but that’s only because I gauge how many more trips I have before I’ll have to get gas.

It was a lovely family visit, by the way.

Anyway. I’m curious.

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Awesome Children Friends Uncategorized

Drawing A Baby

Today we went to a friend’s baby shower – both Drew’s and my first baby shower. One of the games was to put a paper plate on top of your head, and then draw a baby – no looking at the plate!

This used to be kind of my thing. I used to draw pictures of my high school best friends all the time, without looking at the paper. I recently found some of those drawings, which I would love to scan and insert here, but they are back in a box somewhere and that is very labor-intensive.

But here’s the plate with baby that won me the game (well, I tied with another guy) and the Jamba Juice gift card!

That’s not an earring – it’s a rattle. I just missed the hand.

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Awesome Being a girl Family Food Love Nonfiction Tomato

Making Mom Proud, or, A Very Beet Story

Over Labor Day weekend, my mom brought me a bunch of home-grown food: a zucchini, some beets (red and golden), cherry tomatoes, pear tomatoes, pears (not ripe yet), and a gallon Ziplock full of blackberries – my favorite!

I wanted to do something special with it all – I like the concept of “living off the land,” not that I’ve ever actually done it, and I’ve never cooked beets before.

So I dreamed up this menu for last night, basically using everything. On Wednesday night I cooked the beets so that I could refrigerate them all day. Beets, it turns out, are the most fun.

"What am I gonna do with these here beet greens?" Answer...nothing.

Meanwhile, the beets bubbled away on the stovetop.

Then I peeled them – and the skins came right off, just like the internet said they would.

Oh so satisfying.

Then into the refrigerator so that last night I could make beet salad.

Beet salad! Microgreens, beets, cherry tomatoes, and shaved parmesan. (Also penne with chicken, zucchini, and pesto.)

(Tonight! Leftover beet salad! Also, potstickers. And leftover rice.)

After dinner last night, it was time to make blackberry pie.

Yay mom!

Success, beezys!

Thanks, Mom! If you have more beets or berries you need to get rid of, you know where I am.

(Coincidentally, Jamba Juice has a “Berry Upbeet” smoothie that combines these two flavors. You’d think I would love it. But actually it tastes like berry, with an undertaste of V8. It’s okay, but it’s not going to become my go-to.)

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Nonfiction Self improvement

They do it with mirrors

*Spoiler alert* Dental hygienists are not wizards.

A week ago I made a dentist appointment. Not because anything was wrong, but because it had been 6 months since my last appointment, and I got one of those little postcards in the mail.

Um, thanks.

So my appointment was on Tuesday, and on Monday night I sat around thinking, “Why am I going to this thing again? I was JUST THERE.”

But adulthood is adulthood, and I mean, I went to the dentist twice a year for the first 20 years of my life, so it’s not unfamiliar territory. But it’s amazing how fast you get used to infrequent health care when you go without insurance for a few years.

But that’s all in the past now. Now I’m an adult who goes to the dentist every six months. So I went.

Near the end of my cleaning, the hygienist pointed out the top outside gums on the right side of my mouth, and said, “Your gums look a little tender here. This is where you start when you brush your teeth, isn’t it?”

And I thought for a second and said, “Wow, yeah, it is.”

And she said, “Try starting somewhere else in your mouth, because you start out brushing rougher, and by the time you get to that part of your mouth it’ll be a little softer.”

And I thought, “OMG, she’s like a wizard or something!!”

I’ve brushed my teeth 3 times since then, and I am forced to admit – I don’t naturally start brushing there at all. I start on the complete opposite side. I have no idea what the reason for weird tender gums is. Maybe I’m just extra aggressive there. I don’t know. But she’s not a wizard at all.

Illusion shattered!

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Drew Sleep talking

Sleep Talking, 15!

It’s recently been suggested to me that I’m making up these “sleep talkings.” Or that Drew is faking it. While neither is true, now I’m all paranoid. So that when this happened last night:

Drew: What about them? What about them?
Me: What about what?
Drew: …The ultimate terminator.
Me: …Really?

I wondered if he was faking it. I’ve been robbed of my blind trust.

Pretty sure this one was real, though. Pretty sure.