I've travelled back in time.
After hours and hours spent in a variety of airports Mark and I finally made it to Tahoe with the shuttle driving over and back down mountains until Lake Tahoe appears in front of you like the Holy Land. Just as I remember it. And that's a good thing.
It's almost as if this place is a fountain of youth for me. I've been running on empty but haven't seemed to break down yet. I've had more alcohol than water which is unheard of for me and I'm doing just fine.
Our host, Jonathan, has a sweet "fixer-upper" which sprawls on his plot just outside of town and he took us sailing on Fallen Leaf Lake, which I was never able to do when I was here before and I also got to paddle board . I never made it to my feet, I have no faith in what balance my ankle can provide, but years of catholic school had me on my knees just fine.
We grilled with a great turn-out of old camp buddies and today while Mark and Jonathan are on some ridiculous hike I've been baking in the sun on the beach. I had to abandon the sands because I could feel myself headed for heat stroke but it was a great morning.
And now, here I am, sitting in the South Lake Tahoe library using the internet just like I did that first winter I lived here (sitting next to a heavy mouth breather, I won't be able to stay here long...I can smell him, gross. The only blemish on the trip so far- so that's a good thing, right?)
So it's only been 2 days but they've been grand. I hope it continues. Mark and I have no plans for the rest of the days here but we should get planning tonight since we'll have to work out borrowing the buddy's car since he has to go back to work.
Ahhhh. Workin' folk.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Getting a Literary Groove On
The time has come for me to fly to California. Our big 2010 "Tour" as we will visit both Northern and Southern parts. Hip-Hip Hooray? I'm going to do my best to not let what waits for me at home to mess up my attitude while I'm away.
It will be hard.
Of course the biggest item to tackle was to decide what to bring to read. I checked out a bunch of books from the library but didn't love them so returned them. Then I tried a book I already owned but don't like it (was a freebie) so I'm going to get rid of it. So I ended up back at the library and decided that maybe what I need is a nice dose of Young Adult. They're so much different than when I was a young adult (Dear God! I'm not a young adult. I might vomit.)
Didn't Young Adult use to mean Ramona Quimbly and Fear Street and anything R.L. Stine? Remember that guy? Now they have New York Times bestselling authors and fancy cover design and for the love of god, Twilight is "Young Adult" and look at the millions of dollars there.
So for my vacation reading I'm going to read the voice of a 16-year-old protagonist and pretend like I know what it's like to grow up in suburbia (nope) what it was like during my first teen love (didn't happen, I was fat(ter)), and imagine, perhaps, being the child of a divorced couple (which I'm not, even though my parents can't stand each other.)
Happy Summer Reading!
It will be hard.
Of course the biggest item to tackle was to decide what to bring to read. I checked out a bunch of books from the library but didn't love them so returned them. Then I tried a book I already owned but don't like it (was a freebie) so I'm going to get rid of it. So I ended up back at the library and decided that maybe what I need is a nice dose of Young Adult. They're so much different than when I was a young adult (Dear God! I'm not a young adult. I might vomit.)
Didn't Young Adult use to mean Ramona Quimbly and Fear Street and anything R.L. Stine? Remember that guy? Now they have New York Times bestselling authors and fancy cover design and for the love of god, Twilight is "Young Adult" and look at the millions of dollars there.
So for my vacation reading I'm going to read the voice of a 16-year-old protagonist and pretend like I know what it's like to grow up in suburbia (nope) what it was like during my first teen love (didn't happen, I was fat(ter)), and imagine, perhaps, being the child of a divorced couple (which I'm not, even though my parents can't stand each other.)
Happy Summer Reading!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Getting Older
So for my birthday Mark and I went out to Jackson Heights to get some Indian. We went to the Jackson Diner which we were told was once a diner but now a really popular Indian spot. For you non-NYCers if New York City is a Melting Pot then Jackson Heights is like...more? I don't know, cleverness is lost to me today but basically there's a fuck-load of Indians in Jackson Heights so you go there for more than just the one option we have up here in Inwood.
I knew I was in the thick of it when the man next to me was eating his dish with his bare hands, which is the way they do it in India. It's actually impressive because you're talking curry here: liquid, runny stuff. He was actually a neater eater than me.
We were there for the lunch buffet which is exactly what you want when you're wearing a tighter fitting dress and you already have issues about how you look. What's this? No flowey layers? Wanna have a buffet of your favorite ethnic food? Sure! So we ate lunch with a friend and then headed to MoMA because I can still get in for free and we were only 2 train stops away.
At MoMA the Indian theme accidentally continued. There was a woman there wearing a stunning sari. It wasn't brightly colored or cheap looking like they can sometimes look. This was a beautiful, tapestry-like sari that flowed and hung over her body. I instantly wished I was Indian. So bad.
You get to be curvy...sometimes more. You get to wear comfy clothing. It can have beautiful, bold prints. You have long, dark, delicious hair that never seems to know it's humid. Ugh.
So we had people over for drinks in the evening and it was a lot of fun. It was a nice mix of people. A weird 'reunion' of sorts where the only thing that everyone had in common was me. A girl from college who I haven't seen until just a week earlier. Two girls from MoMA which I thought was really awesome too. I keep in touch mostly through Facebook but when you really think about it, I only worked with them for two months two years ago but they came and I had a great time talking with them. My buddy Steve who, poor thing, sat in the corner for a short time and I didn't really get a chance to talk to him. And some others who I was happy to have. I think everyone hit it off well.
Anyway, here it is. We're thick into summer. We've had our first heat wave and I've applied to 12 jobs. I'm starting to wilt. I've got myself a little cozy corner to make mine and it does help with my motivation to sit down and send out a resumé but I'm a victim to my defeatism.
Soon we'll head out to Lake Tahoe and down to San Diego and I'm gonna try really hard to just have a fucking blast. Just enjoy what will be my last vacation for a long time and not worry about what's waiting for me at home. But it will be hard since my brain just isn't wired that way.
I knew I was in the thick of it when the man next to me was eating his dish with his bare hands, which is the way they do it in India. It's actually impressive because you're talking curry here: liquid, runny stuff. He was actually a neater eater than me.
We were there for the lunch buffet which is exactly what you want when you're wearing a tighter fitting dress and you already have issues about how you look. What's this? No flowey layers? Wanna have a buffet of your favorite ethnic food? Sure! So we ate lunch with a friend and then headed to MoMA because I can still get in for free and we were only 2 train stops away.
At MoMA the Indian theme accidentally continued. There was a woman there wearing a stunning sari. It wasn't brightly colored or cheap looking like they can sometimes look. This was a beautiful, tapestry-like sari that flowed and hung over her body. I instantly wished I was Indian. So bad.
You get to be curvy...sometimes more. You get to wear comfy clothing. It can have beautiful, bold prints. You have long, dark, delicious hair that never seems to know it's humid. Ugh.
So we had people over for drinks in the evening and it was a lot of fun. It was a nice mix of people. A weird 'reunion' of sorts where the only thing that everyone had in common was me. A girl from college who I haven't seen until just a week earlier. Two girls from MoMA which I thought was really awesome too. I keep in touch mostly through Facebook but when you really think about it, I only worked with them for two months two years ago but they came and I had a great time talking with them. My buddy Steve who, poor thing, sat in the corner for a short time and I didn't really get a chance to talk to him. And some others who I was happy to have. I think everyone hit it off well.
Anyway, here it is. We're thick into summer. We've had our first heat wave and I've applied to 12 jobs. I'm starting to wilt. I've got myself a little cozy corner to make mine and it does help with my motivation to sit down and send out a resumé but I'm a victim to my defeatism.
Soon we'll head out to Lake Tahoe and down to San Diego and I'm gonna try really hard to just have a fucking blast. Just enjoy what will be my last vacation for a long time and not worry about what's waiting for me at home. But it will be hard since my brain just isn't wired that way.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Melting
Hope you had a nice 4th.
I made Mark sit all day in a North Jersey backyard while I marinated in an above-ground pool filled with Puerto Ricans and a sprinkling of Italians. It was actually perfect. It was refreshing and sorta fun, considering the alternative was sitting on my futon developing swamp ass and probably getting into a fight with Mark as we would have been hot and grumpy.
We checked out the fireworks from a Penthouse view in Chinatown where we did end up getting into a fight but somehow composed ourselves and I think overall the day was a success! And I didn't have to worry about my birds because they had been taken over to Grandma's place to be kept cool in the AC. What a nice Grandma.
On Monday we hit up Midtown for some sales. Here's a bullet point presentation of the day:
-Mark updated t-shirt wardrobe.
-I updated bra collection.
-My boobs are bigger than originally thought. I'm not necessarily ashamed of this. It will actually benefit me when I start turning tricks to pay the rent.
-Ghetto People will talk about anything in a dressing room. It's almost disturbing.
Conversation 1:
Dressing room attendant talking about a recent experience in court and how someone's wages are being taken for child support back payments and how you can write letters to explain to the judge that you're losing too much money and blah, blah, blah..
Conversation 2:
Girl 1 talking to Girl 2 about how she met her boyfriend's recently-born baby. And how she swears it wasn't his son because he don't look nothing like him and so the only thing she could think to say was "Wow, he has your smile." Only two weeks later he was talking to her and said "This may make me sound like an asshole but I don't think it's my kid." And other really gross personal shit that doesn't need to be announced to a dressing room. But when it's mentioned that someone wants to go to the pool at Highbridge Park the response is "Nah man, that place is so fucking ghetto." OOOOOkay.
But all in all it was a busy day. I should enjoy this little shopping spree because at the end of July we're heading out for our "California Tour" and that's gonna really stress out the piggy bank and then it's gonna get ugly from there. So wish me luck. And like...for real...keep an ear to the ground for jobs! Otherwise I won't leave the house much and you'll just end up with boring posts like this one.
I made Mark sit all day in a North Jersey backyard while I marinated in an above-ground pool filled with Puerto Ricans and a sprinkling of Italians. It was actually perfect. It was refreshing and sorta fun, considering the alternative was sitting on my futon developing swamp ass and probably getting into a fight with Mark as we would have been hot and grumpy.
We checked out the fireworks from a Penthouse view in Chinatown where we did end up getting into a fight but somehow composed ourselves and I think overall the day was a success! And I didn't have to worry about my birds because they had been taken over to Grandma's place to be kept cool in the AC. What a nice Grandma.
On Monday we hit up Midtown for some sales. Here's a bullet point presentation of the day:
-Mark updated t-shirt wardrobe.
-I updated bra collection.
-My boobs are bigger than originally thought. I'm not necessarily ashamed of this. It will actually benefit me when I start turning tricks to pay the rent.
-Ghetto People will talk about anything in a dressing room. It's almost disturbing.
Conversation 1:
Dressing room attendant talking about a recent experience in court and how someone's wages are being taken for child support back payments and how you can write letters to explain to the judge that you're losing too much money and blah, blah, blah..
Conversation 2:
Girl 1 talking to Girl 2 about how she met her boyfriend's recently-born baby. And how she swears it wasn't his son because he don't look nothing like him and so the only thing she could think to say was "Wow, he has your smile." Only two weeks later he was talking to her and said "This may make me sound like an asshole but I don't think it's my kid." And other really gross personal shit that doesn't need to be announced to a dressing room. But when it's mentioned that someone wants to go to the pool at Highbridge Park the response is "Nah man, that place is so fucking ghetto." OOOOOkay.
But all in all it was a busy day. I should enjoy this little shopping spree because at the end of July we're heading out for our "California Tour" and that's gonna really stress out the piggy bank and then it's gonna get ugly from there. So wish me luck. And like...for real...keep an ear to the ground for jobs! Otherwise I won't leave the house much and you'll just end up with boring posts like this one.
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