Speaking of things I meant to say before…last Monday (!) I met up with a personal trainer at my gym for a “fitness orientation,” which is basically a trial personal training session. Going in, I mainly just wanted to get some advice and tips on things like form and strength training. How many reps, how many sets, how much variation, etc.
His name is Chris and I picked him out from his picture on the wall of trainers. Well, and he came recommended by their staff. I didn’t really want a hot girl trainer, and he looked nice.
It was just a 50 minute session, and we spent half of it talking about fitness and goals and diet. He raved about Weight Watchers. He was super encouraging and nonjudgmental. As you know, I’m always paranoid about getting “sold to” but if this was all him just pitching for a sale, he did it super well. He really talked about my goals and my plan like it’s something that I’m achieving now, rather than this brand new regime I have to undertake. He was very optimistic.
He said he likes to focus on “functional resistance training” (I might be making that up?) and said that before he throws someone in to lifting weights he has them work on being able to lift their own body weight. (That sounds gross and sad.) So we ended up doing a lot of planking, “bird dog,” bridges, one-legged bridges, and squats. All super sloooooow and controoooooolled. All things I’ve done before but it makes a huge difference having someone correct every tiny aspect of your form – I really felt the difference. (And then REALLY felt it the next day, and the next day.)
Being able to include a personal trainer in my budget is a major goal for me. Even if it’s only once a week. Or even less than that. I think being accountable to someone, and also having that support and help and guidance, would be awesome. So one more thing to add on to my list of 2011 resolutions…
Yesterday I did something that I had been putting off all weekend: I went to the gym.
All weekend, I wanted to go to the gym – at least that little part of me that enjoys the endorphins and feeling good afterward did. But the rest of me thought, It’s my last weekend of vacation. I went 7 times already over my break, one more than my goal. I’m tired. I should hang out with Drew while he’s home.
Not to mention, it’s New Year’s weekend (is that a thing?) and all the well-meaning New Year’s gym resolution makers will be flooding my little corner of 24 Hour Fitness. Do I really want to get bumped to a treadmill because all the ellipticals are taken?
So I waited until Monday and then went around noon, when I figured everyone would be at work already. I was still a little anxious about getting in there, but it wasn’t bad at all. I don’t look forward to trying to go after work, but if I can just stick it out for now, everything will probably be back to normal in a month or so, right?
This is the first time ever that I’ve been able to start the new year with such a sense of superiority and satisfaction. I’m not trying to create any new impossible habits or anything. I’m just trying to keep up the habits I’ve been enforcing lately. I like this feeling. I lost twenty pounds over the last year, and that was all in about 6 months of actually trying. So I’m upping the ante a little this year, and shooting for another thirty. (That’s my resolution #4.)
On that note, Drew pulled out a coat he hasn’t worn since New York, and found a receipt in his pocket. It’s from April 2009, deep in our Atkins phase. Disclaimer: the Atkins website does not say that when you do Atkins you can just eat butter and bacon. The official program promotes limiting carbs, and eating lean proteins and vegetables. If you eat the way they say you should, it’s super healthy and nice.
The problem is, no one can live like that forever. Which Drew and I discovered quickly, as you can see, since we started Atkins in March, and by April we had already figured out all the ways to eat Atkins-friendly junk food.
Two packs of salami, garden vegetable cream cheese, Diet Coke, Coke Zero Cherry, and sugar-free chocolate pudding. Yum. This is what I like about weight watchers – not to sound like their commercial or anything, but it is a way of life. I just keep thinking, “Stop dieting, start living.” Good slogan.
I still shudder when I pass the sugar-free candy in Rite-Aid. Ugh.
My dad was born on New Year’s Eve, 1950. Last night my mom threw him a surprise 60th birthday party, which she has been planning for about a year. We were about 97% sure he knew something was up, since she’s never done anything like this before and we’ve for sure all heard her slip at least once in front of him. Luckily he’s pretty imperceptive, and was completely surprised.
He’s also pretty laid back, though, so instead of turning bright red and crying (like Lauren at the surprise bridal shower earlier this week), he kept his hands in his pockets and went “Oh…wow. Surprise!” Here’s a picture of him being taken completely off guard (I was across the room so it’s pretty zoomed in):
There was eating and picture-taking, and I grilled him to try to figure out if he was just pretending to be surprised.
Afterwards we went back to our house (haha, I don’t live there anymore) for cheesecake and presents and a slideshow of amazing photos my aunt and uncle assembled. A surprising amount were slides from the 50s and 60s. It was an appropriate amount of embarrassing for a 60th birthday celebration.
We toasted the New Year at 9:20 (for some reason) and then the regular guests trickled out. My aunt and uncle stayed the night, and Drew and I drove Robb back down to San Bruno so he could get to the airport this morning. But we waited to leave until 11:00 so we wouldn’t be anywhere near San Francisco near midnight. I passed the time by taking pictures.
We got home just after 2:00 last night. This morning I drove Robb to the airport at 8:00, then came back and went back to sleep. When we got up, we made coffee for the first time using our Christmas coffeemaker, and a paper towel instead of a filter.
Hunger Games book #3 + grocery shopping = a lazy day, recovering from this whirlwind week. In the last 7 days, I’ve spent an entire day’s worth of hours in the car. It’ll be really nice to go back to work, having a schedule and eating real food (although living primarily on cookies has been fun).
I’ll be revisiting the New Year’s Resolutions concept in a little bit, but for now I’m off work until January 4th, so I’m doing…old-year resolutions. End-of-the-year resolutions. In the 2 weeks I have off work, I am determined to accomplish the following:
-Hit the gym 6 times. It sounds pretty reasonable, but I’ve also booked myself into seeing everyone who’s back in California for the holidays, including 3 overnight trips in Lakeport. So basically every day I’m not on the road, I’m at the gym.
-Do some deep cleaning of the apartment. Specifically I want to clean out the fridge, scrub the bathroom, and organize all the stuff that’s just been floating around. Tonight I unpacked and shelved two boxes of books, so there’s my head start.
-Organize my iTunes and sync up my iPod. Since I got my new laptop, I’ve managed to transfer all my music, but I haven’t really done anything to clean it up. So I’ma tackle that. Also, I have a list of new songs I want to download, just to make sure I’m up to date with Bruno Mars and Pink.
And tonight I added to that list:
-Manage to make a dinner that makes Drew go, “Mmm! This is DELICIOUS!!” He’s been pretty complimentary about the stuff I’ve been making lately, but I want to really impress him. (At least I know he won’t fake it on me.)
New Year’s Resolutions are being crafted. Also a confessional post.
– because she is just taking a break and counting up all the hiccups tonight.
Today, while we were having our customary pre-opening-night rehearsal (mostly notes, super laid-back), Happy Now? by Lucinda Coxon was having their first read-through and rehearsal. The MTC Production Manager told the Happy Now? stage manager that she would have more time for them, now that we, 9 Circles, were opening. To which he responded along the lines of, “I don’t know, I have a feeling about that show, I think it may be cursed.”
Here is what went wrong today:
– Major sound issues, which because they spent all afternoon working on, were all fixed by the performance. But they did spend 3 hours troubleshooting basically every single piece of the sound system to find out what was causing that mysterious hum in the speakers.
– Since the Stage Manager, Production Manager, and Master Electrician were all consumed with that all day, around 5:30 I texted Jen the PM to ask if she wanted me to go pick up the dry cleaning. When I got it back to the dressing room I found out they had shorted me a silk Banana Republic blouse, very heavily altered and quick-rigged. Jen and I went back to the dry cleaners and they searched for it but couldn’t find it.
– While I was sorting out the rest of the clothes one of the actors called me into her dressing room to tell me her toilet was broken (and used, by the way) and who should she tell about it? So I pushed up my sleeves (and took off my rings) (and took my phone out of my pocket because I am always dropping it) and fixed the chain in the tank.
– The laundry from Sunday, which I had assumed would get done by the Wardrobe Supervisor on our day off, didn’t get done. But I didn’t know that until after 6:00. So I tried to finish it as quickly as possible but lots of stuff got carried back downstairs without being washed (it’s not really dirty anyway) and one actor had to wait until 7:48 to get his undershirt because
– It took 40 minutes to dry a single wifebeater. Darn ribbed material.
– The actress’ hair clip went missing…someone stole my Diet Coke out of the fridge (I suspect someone who was in the Happy Now? read through)…because I was dealing with everything falling to shreds in my hands I didn’t get a dinner break.
But, the show went awesomely and the audience loved it! And they had delicious food afterwards.
(Also, if you’re curious, we had a revelation that part of the quick rigging on the silk blouse is magnets – it sounds weird but actually works really well – and thanks to a quick trip back by Jen, the blouse was discovered stuck to the inside of the dry cleaning machine! So that particular piece will get handwashed from now on.)
Happy opening to 9 Circles! This is the part where my hours get severely cut back, yet I’m somehow making more money. Awesome.
UPDATE: One more thing! In all the opening night excitement I totally spaced getting the valuables back to the one actor who locks them up. So she went all the next day without her wallet…
I can hardly believe it, but a year ago today Drew and I arrived in California with a van packed full of our stuff (see above) and a camera full of pictures from our warp speed drive from NYC. We arrived one day ahead of schedule (earning us back a day’s refund on our rental car – totally worth it).
I am so happy that we decided to drive back. Driving across the country was kind of inspiring. I just flipped through the Facebook album I made when we got back, and there are some really great pictures in there. A lot of the landscape and the way it changed over 3000 miles.
Iowa, one of the best states.I think this is Nebraska...I have like 15 pictures of this labeled "Void 1," "Void 2," etc.Colorado, or Wyoming, something like that.
One year later, I still think it was the right thing for us to do, to come back. I don’t think that we “gave up” or that New York “got the best of us,” especially considering we had a pretty sweet setup out there. It was a good life for three years but I guess we both knew it wasn’t going to be our life forever, and it was time to get that party started.
Right now, Liz and Bill are packing up their lives: putting a ton of boxes in storage, giving away a bunch more, and packing up a few suitcases and their cat, and in a week they’ll be flying out to New York City. They will go from the airport to their sublet in Brooklyn (sound familiar, anyone?) and try to orient themselves to a lifestyle completely unlike what they’ve been living. While a little part of me is jealous over this blank slate, most of me is just plain excited for them…while also being relieved that I don’t have any packing/unpacking in my near future.
I am ready for an NYC vacation, so hopefully we can get it together soon.
In the meantime, I can see the Pacific Ocean from where I’m sitting, and even though I just saw my parents less than a week ago, I’ll see them again next weekend. It’s 68 degrees here and I’m wearing socks to keep warm (sorry, New York friends). I miss New York, but not the way I missed California. Plus, think of the stories to tell my kids about my reckless youth.
Today was notable for a few reasons. I’ll go chronologically.
First of all, I started my new temporary part-time data entry job at the SF Opera today. So far, I love it. I really like every single person I met today, and the environment seems friendly and comfortable. I love the office (the admin offices I’m in are on Ivy Street, not in the Opera House) and it reminds me of New York lofty spaces, like the TACT (The Actors Company Theatre) office. For that matter, I love the Opera House itself, and will try to go there as often as possible. I like taking BART into San Francisco and walking a few blocks through the city. Granted, the job is not particularly challenging, but I don’t mind data entry, and there’s enough information that it’s not just like typing and hitting return, typing and hitting return. I like the Tessitura database system. I am happy. My new goal is to impress the pants off of them in the next 6 weeks and get a real full time job there.
The second notable thing was that today was the last day on my one-week free pass at 24 Hour Fitness. I celebrated with strength training, which the internet tells me burns more calories than cardio.
When I went in last week to 24 Hour Fitness, the woman I talked to was very nice and encouraged me to take advantage of their membership offers, but understood when I said I wanted to wait a week. She also revealed that if I have a friend or family member with a 24HF membership, I can piggy-back on their membership and get a discount. So…I will be doing that. (Thanks, Molly!)
I actually like the 24HF facility better than Bally. There are more women working, which I appreciate, and everyone has been friendly when I show them my pass and then they leave me alone. Oh! And, each machine has a little box on it, and you plug your headphones into it and then you can change the station so you can listen to whatever’s on TV. Instead of just reading subtitles. So the other day I watched this episode of Who Wants to be a Millionaire, slash, Real Housewives. The questions were themed accordingly, and each contestant was a “housewife” and then had a Real Housewife as her partner. No one won more than $10,000.
So I’m happy there and I am going to sign up for membership…but there was a crazy long line at the front desk today, I think there was some kind of mother-and-child Zumba class.
The third great thing about today: I think I can say with conviction that I have been fully accepted by Drew’s friends. I was invited over solo tonight (Drew had to work) for a ceremonial watching-the-making-of and assisting-in-the-eating-of gyoza, accompanied by rice and (inexplicably) meatloaf. Once everyone was gathered we all partook of the sacred Strawberry Shortcake, and there was much cheering. I think I can say I have fully infiltrated now.
Yesterday was the wedding of our friends Laurie and Dale. The thing about weddings is, no matter how prepared I think I am for them (for instance, having been at the rehearsal), I always get emotional. There’s just something about the intimacy of seeing the ritual of two people promise themselves to each other. When Laurie entered I kept looking from her face to Dale’s face to her face. It was like they didn’t even know anyone else was there. In a good way.
I did the Scripture reading, which Laurie approached me about a couple months ago. Initially, I was a mix of honored to be asked, and terrified to be in front of all those people, and I was honest with her about that. But I also know that what the bride wants, goes, and I was honest with her about that too. She was honest with me about appreciating my honesty, and repeated her request. I worried about the reading, especially as it got closer, because I’m just not a performer, or even a read-out-loud-to-other-people-er. But I kept the verse forefront in my mind and practiced it when Drew wasn’t home, and just concentrated on generic public speaking tips: take a deep breath before you begin; keep your feet flat on the ground (when I get nervous I tend to roll them to the outside edges); read slower than you think you need to.
Some people might laugh at me because I know this is kind of an irrational fear – but it was a challenge for me. ( Hello, do I not still have dreams where I have to take an actor’s place onstage and it ends up being just awful?)
But I am very glad I did it. I was very flattered and honored to be a part of their ceremony and their special day, and I would have really regretted it if I had chickened out and had to watch someone else take my place. So, Laurie, if/when you read this, thank you for asking me! I hope you guys liked it. (Although, if I remember correctly, when you’re up there in the dress and the makeup with the jewelry and the guy, it’s really hard to focus on anything else.)
At the reception, we were at a table with 3 friends of Laurie’s we didn’t know (but I think they traveled from afar), and 3 friends of Laurie’s that we did know, plus a boyfriend and a fiance. Ten people…and only eight little pats of butter. Luckily the travel-from-afar friends didn’t seem to care about the butter, and the people on the opposite side of the table didn’t even see the butter. So there wasn’t a scene. But there could have been. Joe P (who we moved to New York with oh so long ago) and Drew and I made up the plot to a blockbuster film that I think could be a box office hit: it revolves around the fastest, slickest pickpocket in the world, who goes around to weddings and sneaks the garter off the bride when no one is paying attention. Then, when the groom goes to get it for the garter toss, there’s no garter there! That’s when the pickpocket casually walks by and drops the garter in the bride’s lap. The movie begins at the wedding of Luke Wilson and Dakota Fanning, and she’s got the last garter in the world. The pickpocket is played by Colin Farrell, possibly doing an accent, but not Irish. He and the bride originally hate each other, but by the middle of the movie have fallen in love. At the end you find out that Luke Wilson, who has turned out to be a drinker, didn’t sign all the papers correctly and so they’re not technically married. Then she’s free to marry to the pickpocket, who turns in his…tool that pickpockets use, and vows to walk the straight and narrow. I may be forgetting something, but this is the gist.
At one point Joe P asked Drew and me what we were thinking while watching Laurie and Dale make their way around to each table to say hello. He asked if we were reminiscing about our wedding. Well, I don’t know how you can go to a wedding and not reminisce about your own, especially when it was fairly recent. I just remember how surreal it was: an event that we had been planning for and paying for, for almost a year, and it was over in a day. And it was a trip to see people from all different parts of our lives together in one room, sometimes at one table. And from everyone – from our parents down to the computer teacher at my high school whose class I was never actually in – there was just an incredible amount of joy.
I feel like, even though this year has been rough with the job searching, scraping and saving, and not always knowing how we’re going to be able to pay rent, that joy has stayed with us. I’ve heard that the first year of marriage is actually pretty hard, because there are bank accounts to be combined and new rules to be established, but the last 8 months has felt easier in a lot of ways than the 5 years that preceded it. Or if not easier, then happier. Surely, more joyful.
So, while I will forget the anxiety of always feeling like there was no money (and I am assuming Drew agrees), there has been plenty this year to make up for it, that I won’t forget. Here’s a little jewel I’ve been saving up:
There’s a path down by the ocean by the Pacifica pier, and you walk out parallel to the beach for maybe a quarter mile, and then up a staircase to the top of a crest, where you can pretend to push each other off into the ocean. This spring, on top of this crest, hidden back in the grass, were three large puddles filled with tadpoles. We checked on them a few times over a couple weeks, getting nervous as the water levels went down and the tadpoles didn’t seem to diminish in number. We encouraged them to sprout legs and leave their overcrowded quarters.
One morning, Drew got up before me, and I dozed until I felt him sit down near my feet. “It’s raining,” he said. “Mmmmmm,” I said. Then he said, “It’s good for the tadpoles.” And I thought, Awwww.
I wouldn’t trade that kind of relationship for years of paid rent. I’m not sure I’m saying that right, but the cheesy theme has probably rung true, so I’m going to shut up.
Over the last few months I have thought about and formulated (but never quite typed up and posted) blog entries about the Mill Valley Health Club, including such subjects as:
“Congratulate Me, O Friends, For I Have Been to the Gym and Then Gone Back Again and Again”
“I Can Run 10-Minute Miles on the Elliptical, Does That Still Count?” and my personal favorite, “Steam Rooms and the Women Who Love Them Even Though I Think They’re Sort of Scary” (that one still may be in the works).
The Mill Valley Health Club was one of the perks of working at Marin Theatre Company – every one of their staff, cast and crew gets free use of the health club. After one and a half shows, I finally went, thinking I was being idiotic to not take advantage of such a great opportunity. Well, let me tell you, the MVHC is wonderful. It’s mellow and has lots of big windows, high ceilings with fans everywhere, enough equipment that I almost always got to use my favored machines, and it even has lavender-scented sanitizing wipes. The locker rooms and clean and sweet and the showers were clean and provided shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and even shaving gel. The steam room was fine too, although that’s another story.
Well, I don’t work for MTC anymore (sad face) so I can’t go to the health club anymore (sad face) unless I wanted to pay for it, and I bet it doesn’t come cheap, and pay bridge toll every time I go. So today I decided to look into some gyms around here. Bally has a lot of commercials on TV, and they have that deal where you get a week-long free guest pass, and then they are doing this other deal where they waive the initiation fee and you get the first 3 months for $27 each. If you go on their website, you’ll see that it expires on [today’s date] but I’ve been checking back and it’s consistently expiring on [today’s date] so I think that’s a sale point.
So I signed up for my guest pass today, printed it out, and was all set to go this evening. Then I get a call from “John” at Bally, wanting to know when I’m coming in, and I remember this from the time I was going to use a guest pass at Bally in New York – they want to try to pitch to you. I’m like, I can hold him off. And I don’t want to be all slinking around or anything, so I decide to roll with it.
I go in this evening around 5:00 and ask for “John” like he told me to. He comes over and takes me around to show me the gym, and also asks all the same questions he’d asked on the phone, about my fitness goals, what I’ve been doing, what I’m interested in doing here, what time of day I’ll be coming in, etc. Now, all I really want right now is a place I can go and use an elliptical, maybe a treadmill sometimes, and just do cardio. I have Jillian Michaels for the Shred stuff, and maybe I’ll start incorporating more of that someday, but right now I’m fulfilling a need for cardio in my life. He’s not really interested in hearing about that though. He tells me that since I’ve never worked out with a trainer, he’s going to give me a special training session today. I’m like, Okayyyy…not what I signed up for, but again, I decide to roll with it and see what I can take away.
So he starts me on an elliptical, but it’s only for 20 minutes (psshh) and it’s the “fat burn” mode, in which you’re supposed to keep your heart rate down to like 126. I’m trying to do that but I’m going like under 3 miles an hour and this is soooo laaaaaaaaaaame and boooooooring. So I give it up and just start running like usual, but it’s just flat and level 1 and easy even though it keeps beeping at me to lower my heart rate. Whatevs. After 20 minutes he comes back over and we go do “some exercises,” and he puts me through squats and lunges using a bar, and then some arm and ab stuff on a ball, and then right before he starts whatever’s next, I say, “Is that the time? I actually have to get going.” It’s 6:00 on the dot.
“So soon?” he says. “Yeah, I have to get home and shower, I’m supposed to be somewhere at 6:30.” Lies, all lies. “Okay, well, you have a minute so I can go over some stuff with you?” “Sure,” I say. We go into a little cubicle where he lays the hard sell on me, and I keep repeating, “It sounds great, yeah, that’s a huge discount, but I don’t want to sign up for anything today.” Then he goes over how little it is per day if you pay for 3 years up front ($499 for 3 years – about 45 cents a day!). I say, “Yeah, wow, but I don’t want to sign up today.” Then he leans in and tells me he’s going to add his personal discount on top of the other discounts. How’s that? “That’s really great. I don’t want to sign up for anything today.” Then he says he has to go check something, and comes back with the manager (or something) of the center, who proceeds to give me the harder sell.
You may ask why I just didn’t get up and take off. Because they take your driver’s license away from you at the front desk and hold on to it. Which is skeezy.
The manager (or something) hard sells me, leans in and tells me he’s going to authorize a discount that John here isn’t allowed to, then offers the same discount that John here just offered me. I thought about calling them on it but didn’t. The manager will not listen to my repeated “I’m not signing up for anything today,” plus, he keeps saying things like “if you want to lose the weight” or “lose that weight” and I”m like, can you please not essentially point at me like that? Let’s talk in euphemisms a little here. They kept me in that cubicle for 30 minutes, hard selling at me, and not listening to me at all. Finally I started saying things like, “But you guys offer this free week guest pass so people can try the gym out, why won’t you let me use the full week?” The manager (or something) just keeps talking about how I have to commit to this, and how only I am holding me back. I don’t want to hold me back. I just want to come in for a free week, run on the machines, and then next weekend, sign up for membership.
Also, the way the manager (or something) kept talking about how you can’t make changes without a gym, or how you can’t make changes in a week, was really starting to offend me. I mean, he’s looking at me sitting there, and I know I look like a hot mess because I’ve just been exercising, I forgot to bring a bobby pin so my hair is all over the place and I can feel how sweaty I am…but he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that I have actually made a difference over the last few months. He just knows the number he wrote down when I entered my weight into the machine, he doesn’t know how that’s changed recently. I know you don’t need a gym, especially not Bally Fitness, in order to make changes in your life, and I resent the implication that I’m just going to founder around out there without John the personal trainer to keep me on track.
Speaking of John, he’s supposed to call me tonight so I can say whether I’ve decided to keep my guest pass for a week (it’s their promotion!! why won’t they let me use it??) or trade it in for my super discounted awesome amazing fun cool bust out style membership. Yeah…I’m pretty sure I’ll be letting that call roll to voicemail. And then deleting it.
The funny thing is, this is why I was bad at sales. Because the first time someone said to me, “That’s great, you know, I’m really not interested now, but I think in a week I will be,” I would say, “Awesome! Here’s my card. Lemme know.” I think pushing someone like that when she is CLEARLY NOT GOING TO CHANGE HER MIND is stupid and waste of time. A waste of time! Did I mention I didn’t get out of there until 6:30?
The messed up part (for them) is that I was totally ready to pay them money for the privilege of using their facilities. And now? I’m not going back AT ALL. There are other gyms in the area (which he readily told me about in order to talk them down and Bally up) and if all else fails, there’s the treadmill and machines in our apartment’s fitness room, and there’s outdoors! There’s always outdoors!
I am reluctant to admit this but Ash Wednesday and Lent completely snuck up on me this year and all over Facebook are people talking about getting their ashes done and what they’re giving up for Lent. I usually need some time to really think about what I can deal with giving up versus what I should give up and where they overlap. In the past I have given up chocolate and ice cream but I always knew that I was really just treating Lent like some kind of diet plan and that wasn’t really the point. So last year I decided to give up saying bad things about my friends, which I had noticed I was doing a lot, and I thought that that was a) a nice quantifiable thing that I could keep track of, and b) also something that would better myself and make me more Christian.
This year as I said it snuck up on me and, not willing to make a sudden deal to give up refined sugar or diet Coke for the next 40 days, I thought I’d just skip it this year. Then I thought, why not give up fighting with Drew? So I asked him what he thought, and he agreed that would be a great thing for me to give up. I told him he had to give up fighting with me too. He asked, But what if I’m right about something? I said, Then we have to discuss it like grown-ups.
The Cameraphone Diaries 
