I came home from work in a considerably foul mood. I managed to get into a debate with a friend (which I'm still pretty hurt about), get scowled and scolded at work, hear that my roommate could be leaving to Copenhagen all while dealing with a drag queen of a head cold. So needless to say I was "over it" by the time I had come home.
Amanda suggested we go for cake, which sounded fabulous and just the sort of pick-me-up I needed. So as she prepared to bus it, I looked at her with wrinkled brows and said, "Bus, what's that." She laughed, and we walked to my car.
Once seated, we scoured the dessert menu in awe. Amanda opted for some sort of midnight (chocolate) cake. I chose rose petal creme brulee with saffron cookies. These were the cheaper desserts at Citizen Cake, which seemed more appropriate since neither of us could rationalize (and we are both have an expertise in the rationalization department) spending more than 7 or 8 dollars on dessert. The restaurant was perfect for our "date," complete with deep red walls, high wooden beam ceilings, crisp white table cloths and flickering candles in frosted holders. But above our head were inviting stings of white Christmas lights to break the chi chiness of it all.
We laughed over our desserts. Amanda threatened a move to Berkeley, the family next to us praised Jesus for their meal and I considered saying, "Mozoltov," we laughed that my dessert was chocolate and mine vanillaesque (our opposites), we even considered me going to spend a day at Hastings all while acting as a histrionic art major from NYU. Amanda even joked that "W" was so hairy that he could shave his body hair and sell it for wing making. This one took the cake....and so did our waitress as we paid.
Not until after we got home from following the 43 line as a means to shake up our FAT TUESDAY, did I realize how sad Amanda's moving will make me. I'll probably stay up late because I had a latte and I'll probably be plagued by this until she leaves. Finding a new roommate will be easy I'm sure, but finding someone to enjoy cake with on what seemed to be the worst day of my life (i'm so dramatic) will be nearly impossible...
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
the spirit of music moves those on muni
I left work early yesterday, because my head was filled with things I'd rather not mention, my ears were plugged and my cough sounded like something that should come from an emphysema sufferer. Whatever the case I took the muni home as I often do. Usually I expect some sort of annoyance to come from my daily bus ride home. But yesterday, it was pure unedited entertainment!
I boarded the bus and sat towards the front (exercising the rights given to me from Ms. Parks). However not long after I'd managed to get comfortable in my seat some stinky guy decided to sit next to me. His smell was much like a mix of ciggies and cat pee (two of the hardest smells to get out of wall to wall carpet). I decided I could not sit next to this man, so I made my way to the rear of the bus just as the automated woman yelled, "Please leave the front seats for seniors and persons with disabilities." (internal discourse)I wonder what she looks like and if she has any idea who really sits in those front seats? I think I'd like her better if she were a truthful woman, saying, "Please leave the front seats for crackhead and persons carrying pink bags with vegetables."
Ok I'm ranting. So once in the rear I saw a man with a frizzy salt & pepper pony-tail and large headphones bobbing his head like a mad man all while clinging tightly to a dingy boom box. Not long after that I realized I was on the bus with a Southern Baptist/Soul music loving singer-type-person. I caught eyes with him (something one should never do) just as he sang in a whining tone "Aretha said so...so Whitney did it." I had to bit my lip to keep from laughing. Then he continued to make these humming sounds, "mmm hmmm, uhhh huh, mmm hmmm." Finally I looked to my right to see a patent leather clad dancing queen. This guy was decked in a patent leather hat, pants, and jacket. He sported chains streaming from his pants his ears and his nose, black aviator sunglasses, silver rings on every finger and a red AIDS ribbon on the lapel of his jacket. He was the icing on the cake. Dancing as though in a disco he kept saying, "uh huh watch ya-self...get it...c'mon." He was shaking his groove thang and really getting into it. I was convinced he was on "Tina." Whatever the case I was prepared to explode with laughter when I looked to my right (bobbing head), my left (Baptist hummer) and my right again (groove shaker)! I've decided that muni on a rainy day moves people (or the crazies) to get in touch with their inner Martha Graham and I love it!
I boarded the bus and sat towards the front (exercising the rights given to me from Ms. Parks). However not long after I'd managed to get comfortable in my seat some stinky guy decided to sit next to me. His smell was much like a mix of ciggies and cat pee (two of the hardest smells to get out of wall to wall carpet). I decided I could not sit next to this man, so I made my way to the rear of the bus just as the automated woman yelled, "Please leave the front seats for seniors and persons with disabilities." (internal discourse)I wonder what she looks like and if she has any idea who really sits in those front seats? I think I'd like her better if she were a truthful woman, saying, "Please leave the front seats for crackhead and persons carrying pink bags with vegetables."
Ok I'm ranting. So once in the rear I saw a man with a frizzy salt & pepper pony-tail and large headphones bobbing his head like a mad man all while clinging tightly to a dingy boom box. Not long after that I realized I was on the bus with a Southern Baptist/Soul music loving singer-type-person. I caught eyes with him (something one should never do) just as he sang in a whining tone "Aretha said so...so Whitney did it." I had to bit my lip to keep from laughing. Then he continued to make these humming sounds, "mmm hmmm, uhhh huh, mmm hmmm." Finally I looked to my right to see a patent leather clad dancing queen. This guy was decked in a patent leather hat, pants, and jacket. He sported chains streaming from his pants his ears and his nose, black aviator sunglasses, silver rings on every finger and a red AIDS ribbon on the lapel of his jacket. He was the icing on the cake. Dancing as though in a disco he kept saying, "uh huh watch ya-self...get it...c'mon." He was shaking his groove thang and really getting into it. I was convinced he was on "Tina." Whatever the case I was prepared to explode with laughter when I looked to my right (bobbing head), my left (Baptist hummer) and my right again (groove shaker)! I've decided that muni on a rainy day moves people (or the crazies) to get in touch with their inner Martha Graham and I love it!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
from one addiction to another
Well, I'm leaving MySpace in one day, which is quite liberating. However, I've maintained an allegence to this whole "blogging" thing. I enjoy it.
I received an instant message from Stephanie today (not that this is anything out of the ordinary). My teleclock read 11:15 as did my IM window. Steaphanie proceeds to ask me, "What are fun things to get from Office Depot?" We both work in offices which require little tasks such as ordering office supplies. It didn't take long for m to respond. "Pens, space heaters, back pillows."
This last suggestion seemed to excite her. And I have to admit ordering back pillows is far more exciting than ordering staples or paperclips. But I couldn't share in her excitement. I actually found myself frightened. You know, it's scary to think that my once flourishing existence has been reduced to thinking space heaters and back pillows "fun." Perhaps this is a part of that learning process people are always talking about. Then again maybe it's not. The only "fun" thing about ordering office supplies is that you get to spend obscene amounts of money while using someone else's credit card. I've always loved shopping, but viewing my virtual cart isn't doing for me what it once did. Maybe I'm not selecting the right items. Maybe for this Friday's order I'll order 523 boxes of Zazzle brand highlighters. That could be fun?
This last suggestion seemed to excite her. And I have to admit ordering back pillows is far more exciting than ordering staples or paperclips. But I couldn't share in her excitement. I actually found myself frightened. You know, it's scary to think that my once flourishing existence has been reduced to thinking space heaters and back pillows "fun." Perhaps this is a part of that learning process people are always talking about. Then again maybe it's not. The only "fun" thing about ordering office supplies is that you get to spend obscene amounts of money while using someone else's credit card. I've always loved shopping, but viewing my virtual cart isn't doing for me what it once did. Maybe I'm not selecting the right items. Maybe for this Friday's order I'll order 523 boxes of Zazzle brand highlighters. That could be fun?
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