A night out with lady friends is always something to look forward to. On Thursday I got together with some favorites at Yusho. We enjoyed great conversation, blood orange cocktails, delightful tempura, 2x crispy chicken & savored the dessert of hazelnut soft serve with oatmeal crumbles and rum raisins. No complaints.
What I’m most thankful for is how they all came into my life in the most unconventional way.
What an intriguing woman. Stunning photos. Looking forward to this.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
On a brighter note, valentine flowers from Ryan are making my day.
Holy shit. Oh my gawd. What a week. What happened? I can’t quite put my finger on it. It started last Friday. After work, I headed to a review session. And of all the places I could have been on a Friday night, being in a lecture hall for 2 1/2 hours reviewing finance material was the last place I could possibly think of. Later after settling in on the couch, I looked for my phone and found it in the bottom of my purse swimming in the contents of what used to be in my water bottle. Into the bag of rice it went-all weekend long, and I had a hankering that it wasn’t quite going to be a success, but belief & faith I put in that bag of white rice. Sunday afternoon, in the same way deflating way that Clark Griswold plugs in the Christmas lights with much anticipation & no glory, is how it went when I plugged my phone in and alas, it did not turn on. I had Ryan drive me straight to the Apple store & thank goodness for finally being eligible for an upgrade. But for some reason, one of those things that takes away grown up status is having to call your parents for the last four digits of their social security number because you’re still on a family plan & explaining every time you butt heads with technology. Come Monday, I felt as if I’d been hit in the head with a baseball bat by the time I got home from taking my exam at 8 pm. I blame it on a combination of fatigue + hunger. The fire alarm was pinging. Low on battery & doggoneit, was there a 9 volt battery to be had in our apartment? Of course not. A crisp, quick and not welcome walk to CVS that delayed my relaxation was enough to fuel the fire of my anger towards, I don’t know… life. I just couldn’t seem to get myself past it all week long despite happy news such as pregnancies & babies & really cute things & a whole day of celebration just for LOVE, sigh. I mean how much more irritating can it be to oversleep two days during the week, watch the Today show anchors attempt to do the Harlem Shake or just the every day humdrum of riding public transit. The best part of my week was getting my hair cut by Dani, having her show me her new Darth Vader swimming suit & hugging good bye. It felt good. I felt loved.
Yesterday I told myself to buck up, the week was starting over again. But today I still found myself muttering fuck off under my breath to a traffic signaling person on the street. But really, what is their purpose? We already have traffic signals, and all they do is tell me to follow the traffic signals. I realize that much of this post is petty & really first world problems, but it’s my reality. And if you ever wanted a behind the scenes, here you go.
So, I finally did this, I read David Foster Wallace’s, This is water & I let myself write a post about who the fuck cares & now, sipping my coffee, I toast you my readers, or sudden lack thereof. Here’s to Saturday & finally a better attitude.
So please, share with me something good or funny.
A day late & a dollar short, but these are so relevant this year.
Fact: a sandwich tastes 1000x better if it’s cut diagonally rather than straight across.
*also known as: where i’d like to eat
Happy Chinese New Year! Welcome the Year of the Snake.
I love a good dumpling. Ryan loves char siu bao- steamed barbeque pork buns. I love the jiaozi- crispy pork & scallion dumpling. Chinese New Year is on Sunday.
So, about a year and a half ago, I discovered a new found obsession with mafia/mob/gangster stuff, and it’s still going strong. Like, it keeps me up at night, I scour the FBI website, I think I’ve put the pieces together on a lot of sketchy crimes & well, I’m almost nervous to put this out here on the internet because I’m so invested in learning more… [they won’t bother me if I don’t bother them, right?]
To feed my obsession we’ve been watching a few movies along the way, obviously the Godfather, Goodfellas, Casino, a Bronx Tale… but I’m craving more. So, I’m crowd sourcing, do you have any favorite mob movies?