monday is the new thursday

And pink is not the new blog....I really don't like that site. In fact, I don't even read it anymore. These days I'm really about spending my time on things that matter--dlisted, well crafted shoes and monday being the new thursday.

I had a feeling something like this was going to happen. In the last year I've booked a few dates on Monday and attended a few Monday night shin digs. So if monday is the new thursday, thursday becomes the new saturday and to sum up this meaningless and somewhat teenage equation, saturday is now extint. Well saturday is no longer the night the night to party it up (balls to the walls...blah). It's when you relax.

Having said all that, I went on my third (maybe 4th) monday night date this year. His name--gasp--I have yet to name him. He's cute (captivating green eyes, the most darling curls and great eyebrows), sweet/sincere, an active listener, great conversationalist, food snob and into the idea of "make out monday." I'm getting a bit weird with this labeling days thing, but it's fun. This was one of those dates where you can end up talking all night.

We had dinner, he picked, I met him there. At first conversation was a little awkward--which (i've decided to use his name, he's too nice for one of my retarded nicknames) Nick, so honestly pointed out; but it grew and I think we had a really great time together. It's rare that I have a date where I don't want the guy to just shut the hell up so I can finish my food. In fact, I didn't give a crap about my food, I was very into our converstation. I ate slowly....I never eat slowly. We got on the subject of champagne and being the gentleman that he was, Nick escorted me to his dwelling where we enjoyed champs. We talked more. And yes for all of you nosey people the talking finally ceased and we did make-out. I'm starting to think this guy isn't real--he keeps a girl engaged, picks a good resty and makes out very nicely. Maybe I'm finally out of that habit of falling for douche bags and perhaps "the Monday" isn't as bad as it once was?

do you promise to love your sushi until death do you part?

I had the pleasure of joining Blaura, her new hubby David, their friend Mike and Ms. Leslie for an evening of sushi (on the really hot plates Leslie and I got them for their wedding). No, we didn't go out to some fancy Japanese resty and order to our tummy's content. Instead we made sushi ourselves. I have to say this has got to be one of my new favorite activities! I can't wait to get myself a rolling mat and go to town...Watch out Sushi Roku! I'm really good at making sushi--David can attest to that.

This was my first meal with Laura and David since their wedding. I was lucky enough to enjoy two pre-ceromonial meals. And this one was super exciting because their super hot (and black) dog, Oscar joined, we talked and laughed a lot, David informed me (because he's the best pilot ever) that "if shit goes wrong at take-off you're fucked," and Laura played the banjo...talent, she's got it.

Reader, you never see me getting mushy. You've seen me strange, emotional, cryptic, charming, psychotic, and obnoxious, but never mushy. Well Laura and David make me full mushy (they must be magic). They're very happy and very cute...and I feel genuine happiness for them. They are so much fun to be around and I'm sure that because they make their own sushi their love will last forever. Even though I'm late I still have to say it...HAPPY WEDDING LAURA AND DAVID!

happy potato salad of july

Sadly, I haven't been keeping a documented diary of my trip like I had hoped, but that would probably bore the pants off of you anyway. Althought, I am here to give updates. I didn't purchase Bitter is the New Black, instead I opted for Capote's Summer Crossings (his first novel). Also, on Sunday I made my way north to the Santa Monica shore and spent a day with Chris. We hung out at the beach, enjoyed lunch, and an evening of t.v. movies. I had lots of fun (despite his odd disposition I think Chris did too) and almost cried when I returned to Riverside on Monday afternoon.

In other news, it's the fourth of July!!! This is my favorite holiday--I love the food, the weather, the ambiance, everything. However, it's 12:03 and I still don't have solid plans. Oh well, as long as I'm sufficed with a hot dog, potato salad, and a evening of glittering sky I'm happy.

Today is also my brother's birthday. He's 13 today. I can't believe that ten years ago my mom and I welcomed a new memeber to our duet. And while I didn't actually meet him until July 5th, I predicted his "independence day" birth. I remember him a good sized baby 8lbs, 1 oz. with a head full of dark hair and large goofy eyes. The doctors thought perhaps he was cross eyed, but it turns out he had more skin on his left eye (he's fine now). Whatever the case, he was such a treat. When he would cry in his play pen I would dutifully bring him popsicles, crank up radio, put on one of my dance costumes, and entertain him with sisterly delight. Now he's thirteen and before I know it he'll be eighteen. It almost brings a tear to my eye (which I'm always good for) to think about that. He's not a sweet as he was ten years ago. In fact, he's moody, gets tense easily, and his body doesn't respond well to hot cheetos, but he'll grow out of this I'm sure. I look forward to our finally coming together and creating a bond. It's difficult with ten years in between us, and in all honesty, I don't believe that we'll create that bond for at least another five years. I can deal with that. So for now, Happy Birthday Joseph--may your new Xbox be everything you hoped for and may your potato salad be lumpy!

eurf-quakes & oatmeal

At 5:24am I was gently rocked awake by a 4.7 earthquake. I get nervous at night and often feeling like I am falling in my sleep, however that wasn't the case today. After realizing what had just occurred, two thoughts clouded my brain--oatmeal and the fact that I had no desire to drive on the Bay Bridge today. I pondered other methods for getting to work which included: driving north and taking the Golden Gate (because only voluntary death happens there), then somehow managing to get east (which would entail my taking the Vallejo plank-of-a-bridge). Or I could go south and take the San Mateo bridge. I decided this was poposterous and there was no way to avoid taking a bridge.

I got back to those thoughts of oatmeal. I didn't have time for breakfast today because was more concerned with scrubbing last night's dishes. So, I arrived to work very hungry for flaxseed oatmeal. Still no avail--I think I should make this my dinner so in the event of another earthquake I'll have full stomach...not that that matters. Don't they always say oatmeal sticks to your stomach. Well that's just gross, although reassuring. Perhaps I was going through some psychological thing where I rationalized eating oatmeal during earthquakes help bridges to stay in tact. Just think if everyone on the bridge had a stomach full of oatmeal, the bridge would stay up because out of shock of being on the BB during a 7.5 would cause people to vomit their oatmeal and then the bridge would remain from all of the stick.

I'm hysterically laughing right now...