Thursday, March 31, 2005

      ( 8:17 AM ) teahouse
High Tea

This past weekend, the sister visited me for Easter. We planned all sorts of girly sister things to do together, including having afternoon tea in a swanky hotel.

We had little sandwiches, scones and desserts. A tea sommelier came around, asked us what we liked, and recommended varieties of tea.

My sister went with the English breakfast. But I took the sommelier's suggestion and went with a unique combination of Assam and a Kenyan blend. We each had a whole pot of tea to ourselves.

After the tea service (which lasted 2 hours), we got up to leave. I felt a little woozy, almost like I was drunk.

We went shopping for clothes. While waiting for my sister to try on outfits in the dressing room, I stood outside, and suddenly felt weak. I leaned against a rack of summer dresses.

My sister came out of the dressing room, saw me and said, "Are you ok?"

"The dresses are dancing!" I cried.

"What the hell was in that tea you drank? LSD?"

We left the store. She had to assist me in crossing Park Avenue. "I just need to lie down," I kept saying. "This is sooo psychedelic."

I looked up at the sky. The street signs were curling. A telephone pole bent over and winked at me. I giggled. Those crazy Kenyans!!

She got me home, I lay down for a while, and the trip passed.

I still don't know what happened. It was just tea, for God's sake.


Tuesday, March 29, 2005

      ( 9:14 AM ) teahouse
Myth v. Reality

I'm having one of those months where I'm so busy that I barely have time to wash my face each morning.

I've been bringing home work each night, just to keep my head above water.

Last night I had the tv on, and back-to-back episodes of Law & Order were showing. The lawyers were chasing criminals, saying brilliant things in court, trading barbs and witticisms in judges' chambers, etc. Exciting stuff.

Meanwhile, I was sitting in my living room doing real lawyer's work: reviewing a long list of boring documents, and making revisions to a memo that nobody will ever read.

I assure you, the irony was not lost on me.


Monday, March 28, 2005

      ( 9:51 AM ) teahouse
Lent is Over!!

Jesus is risen from the dead!

That means Lent is over. The fasting is done. I can drink coffee again!

Yes, it's true that I pissed off the client last week, it's raining and miserable outside, there's a flood watch, and there's a weird smell coming from my kitchen that I can't locate.

But overall, life is good and I'm in a pretty good mood.

I think it's because the Girl Scout cookies arrived. I ordered them in January, and they're here. Yayyy!!

These are my favorite. What are yours?


Thursday, March 24, 2005

      ( 10:26 PM ) teahouse
A VERY Good Friday

I got my computer back, yayyy. It only cost me $685, and two weeks of gnashing my teeth and calling up a guy named Enrique in a seedy computer store on W. 39th St every hour.

He told me it would be ready last Friday. Then that turned into "Monday or Tuesday."

Then on Monday he said the dude who was supposed to send him the new motherboard sold it to someone else.

Sound a little shady?

On Tuesday he said the dude told him the motherboard was being shipped out that afternoon.

On Wednesday he said it had arrived, and he was "in the middle of installing it."

On Thursday morning he said, "I'm an hour away from finishing it. I'll call you."

On Thursday at 5 p.m. he said, "I'll have it done by 6."

At 6:30 he called me. I had to be at my orchestra rehearsal by 7.

I ran outside in the rain, caught a cab, convinced him to drive me to the computer place, wait for me and then take me to rehearsal.

Now I'm home with my baby. It's nice to have her back. Even though she's probably full of stolen black market computer parts.


Friday, March 18, 2005

      ( 3:33 PM ) teahouse
Oh, Motherboard

Yes, I've been away. You wouldn't believe why. My computer is busted!!

It just stopped working last Monday night, and I took it in to get looked at..turns out the motherboard is fried. Just 2 weeks after my warranty expired!

So it's being repaired now. I just got off the phone with the repair guy. He said it will be next Monday or Tuesday before it's ready.

That means next Thursday.

For now, I'm posting from an internet cafe.

That's life, I guess.

See y'all soon.


Friday, March 11, 2005

      ( 9:19 AM ) teahouse
Makeshift Repairs

At orchestra rehearsal this week, one of the pads popped out of one of the keys on my flute, and flew across the room, narrowly missing some second violinists.

Fortunately, one of the other flute players had a tube of Elmer's glue in her bag. I was able to stick it back in loosely.

But I talked to the lady who usually repairs my flute for me, and I don't have time to get it fixed until after our next concert.

So until then, I'll have to carry a roll of duct tape and a spool of fishing wire around in my bag, just in case.

I feel like MacGyver.


Thursday, March 10, 2005

      ( 9:23 AM ) teahouse
Strange Conversations

The other day I was at a firm lunch with my coworkers, and we all got into a conversation about the strangest topic: if we were all stranded on a desert island, which one of us would we kill and eat first?

There was no argument that we would all pick R; a fourth-year associate. And why, might you ask?

R is from the Midwest, blond, happy and totally corn-fed. Also, R is a Mormon, which means he's led a clean life. No drinking, no smoking.

What can I say? I'd take a well-marbled R steak over any of the other lean, sinewy, sleep-deprived coworkers.


Tuesday, March 08, 2005

      ( 9:16 AM ) teahouse

I bought 4 bags worth of groceries this weekend.

So how is it that when I took my trash out this morning, there were 5 bags?

Sounds like a violation of the Law of Conservation of Mass.

Which means it is as I suspected - my apartment is a black hole!!


Monday, March 07, 2005

      ( 9:20 AM ) teahouse
Recording Session

I spent most of this weekend in a recording session. I played in an orchestra that was recording a movie soundtrack.

It was an interesting experience. It really was like I imagined - the conductor had a screen of the movie playing while we played the music, with the numbers on the bottom of the screen to track us as we played through each scene.

And we spent a lot of time recording and re-recording 15 second clips of music with titles like, "Dramatic Flourish" and "Creepy Hallway" and "Scary Shower Scene" and "Fred Gets the Surprise of His Life!"

I can't wait to see the finished product.


Friday, March 04, 2005

      ( 8:15 AM ) teahouse

I got my annual review at work this week.

Afterwards, I was so depressed I went out to lunch with some coworkers and did some moderate drinking.

After lunch, I went to the fax room to send a fax. One of the fax guys said, "Here, have this lollipop."

"Eh, I don't need a lollipop!" I giggled.

"Uh, I think you do. You smell like liquor."

I took the lollipop and shut my office door for an hour.


Wednesday, March 02, 2005

      ( 8:52 AM ) teahouse
The Death of Dodge Ball

The dodge ball season is over. After the playoffs, our team made the tough decision not to return for next season.

It was getting too intense. People were getting hit in the head and seriously injured. One time we won, and the other team refused to shake our hands. Every call by the referee was hotly contested and appealed, holding up games. A couple of fights broke out.

And this between supposedly civilized adults who work in corporate America. Yes, we were the only team of lawyers. But ironically, my team never contested or appealed any of the referee's calls.

I feel like there's a big hole in my heart where the dodge ball used to be.

But I'll get over it. For now, I have this movie to watch. Surprisingly, when I ordered the DVD online, it came in a 2-pack with, ironically, this movie!


Tuesday, March 01, 2005

      ( 9:11 AM ) teahouse
The OC

The other day M, one of my coworkers, came by my office to tell me it was his last day; he was leaving the firm to go in-house at a pharmaceutical company.

"It was nice working with you," M said, and extended his hand to shake mine.

I shook his hand with great reluctance.

One of my other male coworkers told me last month that M never washes his hands in the men's room after urinating.

I think he broke some ancient male code by telling me that, but now I know so there's no going back.

M seems like such a nice, neat and clean guy, too.

After he left, I slathered my hands with Purell.


THIRTYSOMETHING (!!) year old Asian American New Yorker, lawyer, amateur musician, curious girl taking a bite out of the Big Apple. Don't mess with me - I'm short and I look demure, but I carry a big purse. And I've just embarked on the journey of married life in Manhattan.

Currently Reading
The Labors of Hercules by Agatha Christie

Currently Listening To
Mozart: Sinfonia Concertante

Currently Watching
Poirot: The Clocks

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