Was majorly procrastinating the other night, trolling through some old photos when I was supposed to be doing supply chain forecasting homework. Oopsy. But check out this gem that I stumbled upon!
Circa 2005. Tales from the Birdbath Japan Tour. This was taken at the Funhouse in Seattle the night before we left. Now, I don't mean to toot my own (melodi)horn, but I'm digging how young I look here. Also loving R's smile in the background.
Hey, did you guys hear that Michael Jackson died?!??!
I'm such a fan of a good roundup. Such. Me Melodia & Cup of Jo (when it's not smattered with baby feces) are a couple of my faves. Plus, I love that it allows you to link without straight up ganking. I decided to try my hand at it. This, of course, will not be a regular thang, because nothing with me ever is. I'm a fickle one, I recognize that. But it keeps you on your toes right?
Child with Toy Hand Grenade in Central Park, New York City (1962)
Earlier this week, I attended a yoga class with my brit-stepmum-in-law. The instructor was a total beer pig. She had the most hair raising inflection. Nothing like my former yoga cum therapist, who could lull me into oblivion with her KathIeen Turner, but less cigarettey & more buttery voice. I really need to get off my dimpled ass and go back to one of her sessions.
During one of the stretches, B.P. came over and moved my foot! ACK! I almost peed a little. I thought yoga was a personal practice? I just curled up in child pose (aka fetal position) and wished that I could bend time. The kicker, was that she kept chirping, "Okay, now on to warrior pose... you're a peaceful warrior." Um, really?!
As a bud once pointed out, I only feel comfortable spilling my guts to complete strangers. When someone, IRL, says they read my blog, I'm torn between feeling really a) extremely flattered b) utterly mortified.
a) Because, WOW, you take the time out of your busy life to read about my nonsense here? That's kind & radical.
b) Because, OMG, you know my inner most thoughts. You know what a nut bag I really am. You will pass judgement on me.
Wanna see me turn really lobster red? Reference things that I have written about, never fails. Any of you ever feel like that? As tough as I may try to pass myself off to be sometimes, I'm still just that shy little girl inside. Shhh, don't blow my cover, okay?
AA circle scarf doubles as a hands-free chihuahua holder. She loves this. Don't believe that "get me the fuck outta here, somebody, anybody, please!" look on her face. Bella gets super freaked out when it's stormy outside so she needs to be swaddled. This was fun, until my boobs got sweaty.
As a rule, I try to limit my crying to movies, Gossip Girl, pharmaceutical commercials, NPR in the car (by myself), laughing til' tears/snot flows, deep yawning--- ack, but sometimes life gets the best of you.
Whatever you do, NEVER cry at work. The only acceptable exception for crying in the workplace, is if you're making someone else cry. H.B.I.C., ya'd better recognize!
First night. Soho. Walked out of TopShop and looked up. The sky was amazing. Everyone was stopped dead in their tracks. There was an eerie quietness reminiscent of a pre-alien invasion scene in some Will Smith flick. Wasn't sure if the world was going to end just then. It was beautiful.
R upgraded to a suite without my knowing. My cheap ass was a little miffed for a moment, until I saw the view from my side of the bed. "Let's just squat here, forever and ever."
Dinner at DuMonts with Zeke & Chiyo, then drinks at Daddy's with the boys. These guys have known each other since age 12. It's so nice to have OLD friends. Brooklyn is crawling with AZ transplants. I had my first "margaveza," margarita mix + corona. I'm hooked.
Met up with the inimitable Mr. Johnny Sagan for drinks at the Waldorf & dinner at Balthazar.
SHELL SHOCKED. We ordered Le Balthazar seafood tower. And tower it was, did.
Afterwards, we strolled over to Union Square and bid farewell to our Brooklyn bound bud, but not before securing some ice cream cones. R & I sat on the steps under the glow of Shoe Mania and devoured our snacks whilst watching MJ videos on a laptop hooked up to big speakers in the park. Made so many amazing memories that I'll never forget.