Jesse: hipster alert Me: what’s she wearing? Jesse: all black. rivers cuomo glasses. Me: wait, are you talking about me or the girl who’s here for the interview???
I love when my preggo co-worker’s husband brings her Chez Nous, because that means I get Chez Nous, too! Their spicy chicken melt fixes things in the universe. Throw in some garlic parm fries, and we have a meal I’d ask to marry me.
This was me realizing that my blouse was unbuttoned and my boobs were exposed after I interviewed this tall drink of water who applied for our graphic design internship today.
I’m looking for a graphic design intern to assist me with overflow work. If you’re well-versed in Photoshop/HTML, don’t mind working with a bunch of female twenty-somethings, and kick ass in Taboo, please respond to our Craigslist ad here.
Needless to say, the guy who sent me his cover letter in Comic Sans will not be getting a call back from me.
Errol: our boxing coach puts a 20 pound medicine ball on your lower back so you don’t put your butt up when you’re doing planks Me: dude i totally put my butt up when it gets hard Errol: that’s what she said!
This one time I painted a living room with a girl.
This was a handful of years back. It was about eight months before the huge, flame-out of a breakup. That day, though? That day we painted the living room? It was pretty uneventful. We painted my parents living room for $50 between us and a pizza. That was it. I think we watched Anchorman or something after that.
But it still holds as one of the most indelible memories I have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not still in love, it happened, it was good, it ended, and we’ve both moved on. But I’ll never forget that day. Because it’s never, in the long run, about the grand gestures. You can fly across the world and show up on her doorstep with a rose in your teeth and a ring in a little velvet box but I can guarantee you that – more often than not – she’s going to remember the time you built the birdhouse in the back yard, or what have you, a whole lot more.
Life wasn’t meant to be taken in large movements. The next day will inevitably arrive, you’ll sleep, and the moment will have passed. But when you have a hundred thousand small moments, you can step back and appreciate the picture a lot more than metaphorically blowing your load on some grand moment that, in all honesty, look, you’re not Bruce Fucking Springsteen, you’re not going to be able to blow everyone’s mind every single night. You’re not Romeo and/or Juliet. There’s no reason to drink the poison together in some flame-out gesture. So that leaves us with the small stuff. It’s all about the detail.
That’s what love is. Attention to detail.
And the moment will end. And then things will get boring. And it might get a little quiet. And it might all end horribly. And you might hate each other at the end. And you might walk away from each other one day and never speak again. But that’s just how it goes.
But she’ll remember the time you held the door open for her on your first date.
She’ll remember the time you laughed at her impression of the landlady.
She’ll remember the time you stayed up all night that first time.
She’ll remember the small things a lot longer than the big ones.
But everything ends. And I’ll tell you why you have to make the small things, the small moments count so much more:
One day, probably a while longer from now, when old age takes a hold of someone, she might just only remember your smile. Everything you ever did together, every second, every moment, every beat, every morning spent in bed, every evening spent together on the sofa, all of that – gone. Everything you ever did will be reduced to the head of a pin. She won’t remember your name. She’ll just remember your smile, and she’ll smile. She won’t know why. It’s a base, gut reaction. But she’ll smile, uncontrollably, and it will come from somewhere so deep as to know that you touched her on a primal, honest, and true level that no scientist, scholar, or savant could ever begin to explain. There is no more. There is nothing else. There is just this: She’ll remember your smile, and she’ll smile.
And you know what? That’s all that really matters in the end.
Linkin Park is only following 28 people on Twitter, and I’m one of them! (Yes, they’re probably only following me to DM me about their contest I won that I didn’t even know I was entering when I checked into their show on Foursquare, but still!)
Now who do I have to bone to get @joelmchale to follow me?
The last time I saw Linkin Park was on their Meteora tour in 2004 from the nosebleed section. Tonight, I got to see Mike Shinoda’s handsome face from ten feet away in the pit! My favorite performance was of One Step Closer, the first Linkin Park song I ever heard. Definitely takes me back!
Pammie and I watched Sam the Cooking Guy teach us how to cook our own food, then we let those lessons marinate while someone else cooked us dinner at Banbu Sushi.
Arlene’s 7-year-old daughter, Gisella, made me a Valentine’s Day card at school because she knew I didn’t have a Valentine this year. Thanks for the reminder, kid! Haha. I love that little munchkin. I would pin her card up in my cube at work, but it’d be overshadowed by Belle’s gaggle of heart-shaped balloons!
Jesse: all the girls were gushing when belle & jen got their flowers & balloons & shit Me: oh for fuck’s sake… good thing i was off on monday Jesse: it was pretty barftastic… not that we’re bitter or anything Me: pfffft. who needs a man when i have 27″ right here in my face?
Adele – Someone Like You (Live Acoustic)
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I heard that you’re settled down
That you found a girl and you’re married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things I didn’t give to you
When I came into work on Friday, they told all the employees we were going to have a mandatory meeting at noon. Jesse and I went crazy trying to figure out what sparked this unexpected meeting—Were they laying people off? Did they find out that Jesse drank that unclaimed Red Bull in the fridge? Are my yoga pants too casual for Casual Friday???
Four hours later, I found out that my stomach fell out of my butt for nothing. They surprised us with a 30-minute break from work to play Taboo: Marketing vs. Customer Service!
Krystal: It’s something you might eat for breakfast Me: Pancakes. French toast. Eggs. A biscuit! Krystal: It’s fluffier. Me: What’s fluffier than a biscuit???
We won (even though I couldn’t think of anything fluffier than a biscuit), so the customer service department has to make us coffee every day next week!
My annual review was amazeballs, my boss ordered me a 27″ cinema display to show her appreciation, and our marketing team smoked customer service in Taboo. Work was def good to me this week.
I skipped our workout tonight for Mary’s birthday dinner, so Arlene told me to “prepare for a beat down” tomorrow. Yikes. Does carbo-loading with Hot Hot Mexican rolls from Sushi Deli 2 count as preparation?
When I’m not getting my ass handed to me by Arlene, I like to go to the gym and take turbo kickboxing classes. Or walk barefoot on shards of glass—pretty much any activity that’s less painful than working out with that crazy Mexican. I was early for kickboxing tonight, so instead of warming up on the treadmill, I played Angry Birds on my phone in the ladies locker room. This girl came in and asked me what time it was and if I was going to kickboxing. We started chatting, walked to the class together, and ended up working out next to each other. I don’t normally stay for abs at the end of class, but I didn’t want to look like a little bitch in front of my new buddy, Coleen, so I pushed through it. Afterward, she offered me her number so that we could go to classes together, and I found myself agreeing to work out with her Saturday morning. So not only do I get tortured by Arlene five times a week, I now have a gym buddy to push me at what’s supposed to be my safe haven away from Arlene! Why do Mexican girls always want to be my friend??? LOL. Ay guey.
Between the two of us, Pammie and I know eighteen* girls who got knocked up last year. Eighteen*. Can we all just take a second to acknowledge how ridiculously high that number is? It’s only January, and I’ve already been invited to three baby showers. We’ve clearly been using the iPeriod app for different reasons.
Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.
Most of E’s party was spent trying to keep Vince’s baby from crying while resisting the urge to go back to the taco truck for seconds. I didn’t succeed at either.
My friend, Arlene, has given birth to four kids (including twins!) in the past decade, but you’d never be able to tell by looking at her. When she offered to whip my ass into shape this past weekend, I was at my ex’s sister’s wedding, surrounded by my ex’s entire family, and taking advantage of the open bar. And maybe the mini donut vendor, too. Clearly, I was at my most vulnerable when I agreed to let her train me!
We had our first boot camp session last night, and I feel lighter already. But that might be because I threw up during our workout. Three times.
The girls and I went to Hawaii a few years ago, and Chris, the parasailing instructor from Seabreeze Water Sports, was the highlight of my trip! Christine vacationed in Hawaii this past weekend and Chris was still there. And still hot. And still half naked. He literally charmed her panties off. Just kidding. (It was a bathing suit bottom!)
You heard of Lago de Luz? At night, the algae lights up… looks like millions of fireflies trapped just underneath the water… flapping their wings, trying to break free. It’s like nothing you’ve ever seen. Beautiful.
Ellen: [About him and Michelle Williams] I like you individually, I like you as a couple, I don’t know if you guys are a couple, you’re being cagey about it, I know that. If you’re a couple I’m all for it. Wait, you’re pedaling faster, what’s happening? Ryan: I’m trying to get away from this conversation.
I’m sick in bed and googling pictures of kittens while listening to country music. I’m like an old white lady. Except I’m twenty something. And Asian. And hardly a lady, depending on who you ask.
I’ve been winning tons of stuff lately… an autographed CD from Meaghan Smith, Konami’s Glee Karaoke Revolution Wii game, that pizza eating contest at Marechiaro’s… (is it a contest if I’m the only one participating?)
Last week, I won tickets for Day 10 of The Ellen DeGeneres Show’s 12 Days of Giveaways! Pammie was the one who signed me up in the first place, so I took her with me to the taping in LA. It was one of the best days of my life, and I’m not lying like I usually am when I say that.
We laughed at Ellen’s jokes, drooled over Mark Wahlberg, listened to Olivia Wilde talk about Tron, danced with Ciara as she performed her new single, and screamed as Ellen unveiled all the Amazon.com gifts we were going home with:
The Town DVD from Amazon, $17.99
Ben Affleck grows a fierce beard (and does some other stuff, too) in this movie.
Apron (any style) from Anthropologie, $28.00-$38.00
I love to bake, and I’m pretty sure my treats would taste even better if I made them while wearing this fabulous apron.
Laptop Desk (Walnut with Chocolate Cushion) from Brookstone, $29.95
I like to browse the interwebs how I like to do most other things—in bed with no pants on.
Madison Op Art Sateen Large Wristlet (Black/Silver) from Coach, $98.00
I once left my whole purse inside Macy’s. And lost my wallet in Vegas. And found my ATM card in the freezer. Clearly, I need a purse that attaches to my wrist.
External Hard Drive (1TB) from Amazon, $78.99
Jay’s folder labeled "NOT PORN" is taking up too much space on my desktop. There really isn’t any porn in there, but it does have R. Kelly’s entire discography (which might actually be worse, I think).
Stella Im Hultberg’s “Never Mind” Gelaskin (iPhone 4) from Gelaskins, $14.95
I want this partly because Stella is my favorite artist, but mostly because the bottom corner of my phone is chipped from dropping it.
Unlike previous years, I tried to make my list somewhat affordable, hence the missing KitchenAid Stand Mixer (a wish list staple of mine). I still want it, though. In Onyx Black. Just sayin’.
Neon Trees – Wish List
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The girls and I are doing a gift exchange via Elfster this year. Gifts in our collective wish list include: red tights (not footless), San Diego Chargers hipster panties, an Aveda gift card, and Kid Rainen from the Jabbawockeez.
(I’m pretty sure the latter exceeds our previously agreed upon $30 limit, Chris!)
In elementary school, I was cast as the glow worm in “James & the Giant Peach” and had to wear a bright turquoise leotard in front of the entire school. My only line was “I’m trying,” and I had to pretend that light was shining out of my ass. Needless to say, it was the beginning and end of my acting career.
I once had a tiny cut in my neck that bled for 24 hours straight. I went to the hospital and the doctor gave me two shots in the neck before cauterizing it. The night before, Jay wanted to attempt a DIY cauterizing job with a barbecue skewer lit from the stove at Beejaye’s house, but I would rather risk bleeding to death than have Jay light me on fire.
I’ve had thirteen jobs in thirteen years. The longest I’ve been at a job is three years at my current graphic design position. The shortest was my month-long stint as a barista (all the coffee in Starbucks couldn’t keep me awake during my 5am shifts).
The only solo I sang during my show choir days was for “When You Believe” from “The Prince of Egypt” soundtrack. Over a decade has passed, but I’m pretty sure I remember my Hebrew solo bringing the entire audience to its knees.
Oh, Jordan Catalano. I’d let you make out with me in the boiler room, even though you’d just ignore me at the Buffalo Tom show afterward. I can’t wait to see you on my birthday!
I can’t decide if I’m more excited about the Cranberry Bliss Bar being back at Starbucks or my mini cheesecake pans arriving in the mail today. What has my life come to?
Nothing in this universe happens just once. Infinity goes in both directions. There is no unique event, no singular moment. It means you will get another chance.
I tried three estheticians before discovering Linda at Viva Brazil. And when I showed up for my appointment this afternoon, my stomach fell out of my butt when they informed me that Linda had called in sick. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t let just anyone touch my vagina! After having survived our waxings with Margarita, Pammie and I had a celebratory lunch at Phil’s BBQ where we ran into my BFF and her fam. How dare she eat there without me??? At least she let us cut in line 🙂
I literally judge books by their cover, and Something Borrowed caught my eye five years ago. It was so good that I spread it like herpes and gave it to all my girlfriends. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who thought it was amazeballs, and it has been turned into a movie! It won’t be released till next year, but the girls and I attended a private screening of it last night. I expected to be disappointed, as I usually am with film adaptations of books I’ve read (The Da Vinci Code, Twilight), but the four of us who have read the book thought the movie did it justice, and my other two friends loved it without having read the book first. I think I’ve said all I’m legally allowed to say per the confidentiality agreement I had to sign, but I can’t wait for the movie to be released next year so I can watch it again (and see if my anonymous suggestion for more shots of Colin Egglesfield with his shirt off was taken into consideration).
Last Halloween, I woke up face down in a hotel bathroom and endured the walk of shame (and by shame I mean glory) downtown in my costume the next morning. This year, I decided to keep a low profile and skip Halloween altogether. Instead, I spent the weekend moving all my extra furniture out of my overpriced storage unit. All I have left in there is my lovesac and dining table, so make sure to check out my listings while you’re perusing the casual encounters section of Craigslist if you’re interested.
I spent most of Saturday afternoon loading everything into the U-haul with the help of my mom and sister. Moving furniture ruins relationships, and I’m surprised we’re all still speaking after this weekend! I thanked them with Phil’s, so I’m pretty sure I’m forgiven for those three painful hours of labor. Sunday, though? Not so much…
While I was grateful that Jessie took my sectional off my hands, I was less enthused about the fact that she lives on the fifth floor of her building. Three girls moving two couches down a busy street in Little Italy was truly a sight to behold. We tried to get some boys to help us beforehand, but we were 0 for 3. One of my friends said he had to go to work on his day off to show his Halloween costume, another had to help his mom with her political campaign, and the maintenance guy at her building did not seem at all interested in lending a hand. Whatever happened to chivalry? My entire body’s sore now, jerks.
We did everything short of bending time and space to get those couches into Jessie’s condo. She rewarded us with some chocolate cupcakes with pumpkin cream cheese frosting that she whipped up in her KitchenAid stand mixer. Not only does she now have my beloved microsuede sectional, but she also has the appliance of my dreams. At least she’s allowing me visitation rights! Afterward, we still had to go up to the OC to drop off the U-haul at Pammie’s. While we were putting together her bed, we heard the doorbell ring and thought it was the takeout we ordered, but it was a bunch of kids in costumes! In all this furniture hoopla, we had completely forgotten about Halloween.
After another heartbreaking Charger loss, Jay, Pammie and I ate our feelings at Cafe Hue and Crab Hut (where I finally regained my title as mayor! Suck it, Lindsay C.).
Brunch with my sister at The Mission this morning. She always orders savory, while I order sweet, and then we switch plates afterward. We’re total opposites, and I’m pretty sure the only thing we have in common is our love for fine dining. And our nose.
I know five* couples who have called it quits these past few weeks. Okay so maybe three of those couples are celebrities. Technicalities. Nobody stays together anymore… not even Christina Aguilera and her husband.
I met up with the girls and Anthony for sushi and drinks last night. As I listened to them talk about broken engagements, unofficial relationships, ex’s reaching out to them while they’re married… I had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation in regard to myself, and I guess that’s a good thing for once. So much for happy hour! Almost everyone I know is in some kind of relationship, whether it’s between a husband and wife, a man and someone else’s wife, a girl and her long distance love, or a boy and his fleshlight. Even though I miss being in a relationship sometimes, I don’t miss all the drama that comes along with it, and was happy to drink my mai tai in silence.
*Update: Six couples now. 2010 has def been the year of babies and breakups.
Movie night with Shi on Friday. We watched Easy A, and it was hilarious! Def the funniest movie I’ve seen this year. Kind of makes me want to censor what I post on here. And possibly get checked for chlamydia.
Lunch and lingerie with the bestie on Saturday. Domo Sushi was fab, although as far as sushi in east county goes, my heart belongs to Banbu. The sushi at Domo is crazy cheap, however. The Mexican roll was half off at $4, and I’ve never gotten a Mexican roll for that cheap (or without consequences) before. Alicia is celebrating her 15-year anniversary with Ray next weekend. Their relationship has lasted longer than the sum of all my relationships. And I’m even counting the online boyfriend I had for a brief moment in 1997. This occasion clearly warranted two hours of lingerie shopping at Parkway Plaza. All I went home with was some Starbucks and ideas for my future boyfriend. Boo whore.
On Sunday, I got up at an ungodly hour to make strides against breast cancer with the women in my family. Afterward, we had brunch at Brian’s to celebrate Chel’s birthday. Seven chicken and waffles, please! YUM. I did not feel the least bit guilty after having just walked 5K in the rain. Christine 1up’d us and ran the Nike Women’s (Half) Marathon in SF! While we didn’t run 13 miles and weren’t greeted at the finish line with firemen in tuxedos handing out Tiffany necklaces (lucky!), we walked for a great cause and in memory of my aunt. It’s not too late to make a donation towards breast cancer research here.
Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80’s movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.
Craft & Commerce & Casbah with Jessie last night. She’s an old friend, but my newest concert buddy!
We met up at Craft & Commerce in Little Italy for dinner and drinks. Our bartender, Frank, was truly a man after my own heart. From his plaid button down shirt with his rolled up sleeves, to his mustache, to the artful way he shook those cocktails with such conviction… I don’t normally like mustaches when they aren’t accompanied by a beard, but I think I can make an exception this time. Jessie and I shared the Mother’s Ruin punch bowl. It’s supposed to serve four, but the two of us drank it for dinner. Jessie called it “Frank’s punch,” but Frank told us that his punch packs a bigger bite! Yeah, that’s pretty much when my panties fell off. We were so full off of drinks that we barely touched our appetizers. Jessie had the bacon-wrapped corn dogs, while I ordered my newest obsession, Devils on Horseback (applewood bacon-wrapped dates stuffed with cheese). C&C is home to bacon-wrapped deliciousness, and they even have ice cream sandwiches with candied bacon in it. Def not your typical bar fare!
A corn dog and a couple of dates weren’t enough to soak up all that alcohol, so we walked our drunk asses nine blocks to the Casbah to see Blind Pilot. Even though we were surrounded by freakishly tall hipsters sipping PBR and blocking our view, I really enjoyed the music and spending time with an old friend.
Halloween is just around the corner, and I’ve decided to sell my old costumes on eBay since I’m never going to wear them again (unless you’re into that sort of thing). Perusing my collection, I’ve realized that I’m (A) too old to be dressing up for Halloween and (B) a slut.
Um, was Charlie Hunnam’s beard always this thick? Or is it just getting hot in here? I’m deeply concerned by this blonde infiltration of my Freebie Five.
Besides becoming the Mayor of Sonic on Foursquare or finding out that I’m someone’s missed connection on Craigslist, another one of my life dreams is to become a Yelp Elite. I already blog about all the restaurants I eat at, so I might as well post my reviews on Yelp where someone other than my grandma can read it. So far, I have one stalkerfan on Yelp. I don’t know who it is, and it’s ruining my life!
Christine gave me a pair of free tickets to Taste of North Park yesterday, so Pammie and I spent the afternoon eating and drinking ourselves into a coma. Urban Solace was the only restaurant we had eaten at prior to this event, and they actually had the best offering: Duckaroni and S’mores. Om nom nom. While some may think the highlight of this event was getting to sample 45 different restaurants and bars for free, the real highlight for me was the hot bearded fellow who served me my Islander IPA at Ranchos… followed closely by the dirty old man who walked past me on 30th, took a look at each of my breasts, and greeted them, “Hello and hello.” Yep. Still got it.
We had Restaurant Week: Part Deux at Indigo Grill in Little Italy last night. Instead of partaking in their special menu, Christine, Jay and I decided to order appetizers and drink our dinner instead in the form of white sangria. Not only was everything we ordered plated beautifully, it all tasted pretty outstanding, too. We had Pipian Crusted Brie (with jalapeno jelly, honey roasted garlic, grilled nopales, mole negro, and scallion flatbread), Scallop and Shrimp Ceviche (cured in lemon juice with cucumber pico de gallo), and Arugula, Frissee and Radicchio (with cotija-stuffed dates wrapped in applewood smoked bacon, blackened shrimp, and a prickly pear vinaigrette). I couldn’t get enough of the mole negro and bacon-wrapped dates! The salad and ceviche are half off during happy hour, so def try to arrive before 6:30 if possible. The white sangria was ridiculously good and refreshing. It’s $50 for a pitcher, and we were able to get at least 10 glasses out of it. It costs $11 a glass, so if you think you’re going to have a few drinks each (and we always do), then get the pitcher for sure! After an awesome first time, I will definitely be back for seconds! I’d love to see what else this restaurant has to offer.
I won the school spelling bee in the second grade. It’s an absolute deal breaker when a guy can’t spell for shit (but apparently it’s okay if he forgets my birthday, stands me up, and/or lies to me about his relationship status).
I carry crushed red pepper flakes in my purse at all times and put it on almost everything I eat.
I judge people by what email provider they have. If you use Hotmail, I automatically question our friendship.
I can predict earthquakes. Okay, so really I just predicted one. And maybe I didn’t really predict it. Anyway, the day before I moved out of my apartment, Shi and I set my bed frame on its side to see if I could get it out of my bedroom without having to break it down. After finding out it could fit through the door in one piece, we left it propped up against the wall.
This is the conversation that followed: me: Aren’t you gonna help me put the bed frame back down? Shi: Just leave it. It’ll be easier to move tomorrow. me: What if it falls on me while I’m sleeping? Shi: It’s NOT going to fall on you! me: I’m just saying! What if there’s an earthquake? Shi: There’s not going to be a damn earthquake, crazy!
Can you guess what woke me up the next morning? I survived the earthquake, obvi… no thanks to you, Shirley May!
It’s Restaurant Week, so Jay invited me to dinner at Peohe’s in Coronado. It was like that one time he took me to Black Angus before the Sweethearts Dance when I was sixteen, except we didn’t slow dance afterward. Nor did I earn the title of “Freak Me ’98” tonight. Haha. He wishes!
Peohe’s is the place that Jay takes every girl he’s trying to cupcake. I always jokingly gave him shit about never taking me there, and he finally took me so I could quit my bitchin’! Looks like I’ve finally made it 😉 The hostess sat us down outside, and I sipped on a Mango Mojito while checking out the menu and enjoying the view. We started off with Maui-Style Onion Rings. They’re fried in coconut batter, and I’m not a fan of coconut (unless it’s dessert, and even then I’m selective), but I thought I’d give it a whirl. I ended up liking the chipotle ketchup dip better than the onion rings, but I could see why Jay likes them so much. We both ordered the Lobster Bisque and Crab Stuffed Tilapia with caper butter and wild rice. Jay finished off with the No Ka Oi (macadamia nut ice cream pie in a chocolate cookie crust with chocolate sauce), while I got the Macadamia Nut Creme Brulee. Yowza! I’ve never eaten so good in my life.
I’m not gonna lie, I was thoroughly impressed… from the food, to the amazing view of the bay and downtown, to the attentive waitress who occasionally swept the crumbs off our table while we ate. Fancy! Too bad I was there with Jay and not a real date! Haha. All of this right here… wasted. Oh, well. I’d rather be there with him than some ass clown who orders their steak well done and butterflied. Deal breaker!
Glee Cast – The Only Exception (Paramore Cover)
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I’ve got a tight grip on reality
But I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here
I know you’re leaving in the morning when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream
One of my favorite songs covered by one of my favorite TV shows ♥
My old room at my parents’ house has become a storage space over the past couple of years. Instead of submitting it for consideration on an episode of Hoarders, I decided to spend the day cleaning it out.
Leg Magic Exercise Machine – I bought this in hopes that it would tone my stems, but much like my gym membership, it doesn’t work unless I use it. It’s just taking up space in the house, so I’ve posted it on Craigslist to make room for my expanding waistline.
Our old friends, Donna and David, were in town for a wedding, and we got together one last time at Extraordinary Desserts before they flew back home to North Carolina. I ordered my new favorite, Chocolate Croissant Bread Pudding. YUM. Jay took a bite or two (or five), but not without asking me to drizzle chocolate sauce on it slowly while talking dirty to him first. Is it weird that it wasn’t the first time someone has asked me to do that?
Jessie, Pammie and I had dinner at Urban Solace in North Park before the Muse show! Everything tasted AMAZING from the cheese biscuits with orange-honey butter to the Duckaroni (macaroni with duck confit!) to the Monte Diego (their version of a monte cristo with smoked ham, fontina cheese, grilled pears, marinated onions, and strawberry-currant jam). I don’t usually like sweet potato fries, but I wanted theirs to bear my children. I’m not sure why I don’t dine out more with Jessie when (a) she’s just as excited about good eats as me and (b) there’s a good chance she has dated one of the bartenders and/or barbacks who can hook us up with drinks 😉
Happy hour with the girls at Analog before the Phoenix show at SDSU tonight. We all had tall boys and totchos (nachos with tots instead of chips!) to start. I wanted to get something different this time, so I went with the Dirty Sanchez (grilled cheese with jalapenos and bacon). What was once my favorite move is now my favorite sandwich! Just kidding. (It’s not my favorite sandwich.)
Phoenix was amazeballs. Thomas Mars sang a French lullaby to me. And 4,600 others. But mostly just me.
“Rome” was def my fave performance:
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Always and forever more
We’re together dead and lonely
I thought I couldn’t do this without you
Single in his bed somewhere
Ashes still it fall, fall, falls
I went up to the OC to help my sister paint her condo this weekend. It was my first time taking the train, and I loved everything about it. In the 90-minute ride, I was able to avoid traffic, finish designing wedding invitations for a new client, and watch the ass clowns sitting in front of me get escorted off the train by the deputy, all while taking in the view of the Pacific Ocean.
Pammie picked me up in Irvine and we ate at Shik Do Rak, a Korean BBQ joint with my favorite kind of meat—all you can eat! We went to Lowe’s afterward to buy everything she needed to paint the living room. The previous owner painted it an offensive powder blue. Who does that??? Almost any color would’ve been a definite upgrade, and she picked one within minutes. We are such opposites. I once went to Ikea and stared at two coffee tables for half an hour and then went home empty handed because I couldn’t decide which one I liked best. This is why people hate shopping with me. And eating with me. I’m always the last one to order at restaurants, too. Luckily, we were painting Pammie’s condo and not my own.
Painting was harder than I expected. By the time we unscrewed all the outlet covers, took down the curtains, moved all the furniture, taped off the baseboards and set down the drop cloths, two hours had passed and we hadn’t even started painting yet. When we finally went to bed at four in the morning, her living room was painted a beautiful London Coach.
Despite my early morning tomorrow, I decided to take a later train out and stay a bit longer. After eating that spicy lobster roll with Shi at RB Sushi, I’ve been craving it ever since. I found it near my sister’s at a place called Kokoro, so we ate there for dinner. We had cupcakes from Frostings afterward for dessert, and now I’m on the train back home to SD, still partially covered in paint in places I didn’t think you could get paint. I’m exhausted!
Say hello to my new iPhone wallpaper. Sometimes I just lock it and unlock it so I can stare at this photo (and by sometimes I mean all the time). I’ve never been into blondes, but the heart wants what the heart wants. And the heart wants Paul Walker. Half naked. In the ocean.
Last night after work, I wanted to do nothing more than go home and veg in my chones pajamas. I must have had a stroke when I agreed to hike Torrey Pines instead with Shi. The view from the top was worth jogging the straightaway (and then some!). Afterward, we had spicy lobster rolls at RB Sushi in our gym clothes and caught up on our love lives (or lack thereof—I’ll let you guess whose was lacking).
After just one look at my blog, it’s obvious that I love food, bearded men, and the word “vagina” (in that order). I wanted to reveal some new facts about myself, so here’s the first of hopefully many “Fun Fact Friday” posts…
My favorite food is sandwiches. My favorite sandwich is the french dip. And my favorite french dip is from BJ’s. Om nom nom.
I’ve had a lip ring for most of my 20s. It was an impulse piercing that I’m indifferent about now, but I feel like the lip ring is less offensive than the hole that will be left in my face once I remove it.
I can blow some serious smoke rings. I don’t smoke cigarettes, but I used to smoke hookah like nobody’s business. We recently had a sesh in E’s backyard like old times, and five years later, I still got it 😉
My favorite ice is the pellet kind that they have at Phil’s and Sonic.
Dinner at Banbu Sushi with Pammie and Shi last night. While we didn’t order the protein roll (Shi’s favorite) or the double pleasure roll (my favorite, of course), we did take advantage of happy hour and got jalapeno poppers, kobe beef rolls and hamana rolls! My lychee martini and Banbu Bites weren’t offered on the happy hour menu, but both are definite must-haves. I used to live down the street from this place, and I can’t believe I didn’t eat here till after I moved. Their sushi is pretty outstanding, albeit a little pricey for a restaurant in La Mesa. It’s beautifully designed, though, and besides the night I came here during Restaurant Week, I’ve never had to wait too long for dinner. I def recommend taking a date here. And by “date” I mean me.
Happy 30th birthday to my dear friend, Gerald. You once bought me these Paul Frank pajama pants I had been eyeballing for Christmas, and I’ve never been able to wear them, because you thought I was a size smaller than I was (which was a gift in and of itself). You were the only one brave enough to teach me how to drive a stick shift, and you were patient with me even after I burned your clutch. You trusted me to watch your fish while you were deployed, and you didn’t hate me when he died. You’re the coolest navy seal I know, and wherever you are in this world, I hope that you’re safe, drinking a Monster, eating some Mike & Ike’s, and reading this wondering why you’re still friends with a person who burned your clutch and killed your fish.
Take what you want from me
It means nothing now
Take everything from me
It means nothing now
Not so easy to forgive, harder to forget
Take what you want
Watching Takers with the girls last night sparked a new found interest in Paul Walker. YOWZA. I love a man in a suit, whether it be business or birthday 😉
Update: I just watched Paul Walker in Running Scared, and apparently I also love a man in a plaid button down with a gun in his hand. He is GANGSTA in this movie! And now he has officially taken up permanent residence in my Freebie Five.
Happy hour at Analog downtown with Chel, Shi and Christine last night. Lobster corn dogs. Grilled gruyere, mozzarella & truffle cheese sandwich with a side of honeycomb made by real bees (lolol Chel). Twinkie tiramisu and pot brownie for dessert. Owned Christine (and our waiter!) in Street Fighter 2. Ran into Adam Brody from The OC because his brother was throwing a charity event there. NBD 😉 Love the interior design and old school vibe in this place. Will def be coming back for more!
Shotgun trip to Vegas this past weekend. We ate at Studio B inside the M Resort. Twice. We watched the JBWKZ do chest pops. We floated down a lazy river. We managed to escape running into all the people from SD who were also in town for the weekend. It was more like a relaxing vacation than the usual trip to Vegas. No high heels. No clubs. No hangover. What has my life come to?
Meaghan Smith – Here Comes Your Man
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I just won a signed copy of Meaghan Smith’s latest record, The Cricket’s Orchestra! I’ve been of fan of hers ever since she covered the Pixies’ Here Comes Your Man on the 500 Days of Summer soundtrack. She picked three random winners from her email subscription list, and I was one of them! I didn’t even know she was having a contest! I’ve never won anything in my life… What a great way to kick off my weekend 🙂
So it’s no secret that I want the shrimp at Crab Hut to have my babies. Pammie comes down every weekend, and every weekend we go to Crab Hut. We always order two pounds of boiled shrimp with full house/medium sauce and rotate the appetizers (clearly, we’re creatures of habit). Lately, we’ve been ordering fried calamari and sweet potato fries. And then we get boba next door at Tapioca Express afterward, because we’re Asian and we like stereotypes. I’m pretty sure that no one frequents Crab Hut more than we do, so my title as mayor is secure unless Pammie starts sneaking trips without me (I wouldn’t put it past her).
Last night, I had dinner plans with Trace at Crab Hut. I invited Jay just so he could peel our shrimp for us! Jay invited the newlyweds, Alana and Jed, and Trace brought her boyfriend, Gary. If I knew this was going to be a couples thing, I wouldn’t have brought Jay! Haha. Just kidding. Like I would’ve peeled my own shrimp!
ha•lo-ha•lo [from the Tagalog word halò, “mix”] – noun. A popular Filipino dessert that is a mixture of shaved ice and milk to which are added various sweet beans, fruits and ice cream, and served cold in a tall glass or bowl.
Chel: Mayan, can you think of a song I could use in this video? Mayan: Mmmm, I’d have to check my library. Pammie: Bruno Mars… Mayan: And that is why Chel didn’t ask you for song suggestions.
Chel made this awesome video montage of our family camping trip this past weekend. And if you’re thinking, “Why would I want to watch a video montage of someone else’s family camping trip?” then might I add that there’s footage of me using a shake weight if that helps sway your decision at all. Just sayin’.
My mom remembered to bring my grandma’s birthday cake but left it melting in the car and forgot the candles, brought halo-halo toppings without realizing they were expired, and offered us pancakes, but didn’t have any syrup. I mean… this is my future, ya’ll. I am so my mother’s daughter.
All things considered, I had a memorable weekend camping with my Cuevas fam ♥
I went to TNT at the Museum of Contemporary Art downtown last night. After work, I took the trolley from Old Town and got ogled by three different men at three different stops on the 9-minute ride. Public transportation is for the pervs! Chel, Christine, Anthony and I had a light dinner at St. Tropez. While the food was just okay and the hip hop music distracted from the French ambiance, we did, however, enjoy how our seats vibrated every fifteen minutes from the passing trolley buses—Yes, even Anthony enjoyed it. And yes, it’s been entirely too long since I’ve had a man.
We hit up MCASD afterward, and some of the artwork was just beyond me, but I did enjoy this one piece by Vhils made of sculpted brick wall with plaster and paint:
I also enjoyed the Stone IPA, the 9 o’clock Mexican and seeing three of our collective ex’s. Yeah, that wasn’t awkward.
Several street artists, including Shepard Fairey and Banksy, did public commissions around downtown, so def check them out if you’re in the area.
The most beautiful discovery true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart.
– Elisabeth Foley
I saw an old friend today. Even though our lives are so different now, it was like nothing had changed… him in his Obey shirt, me in my Reefs. Seeing him makes me miss him.
