Thursday, May 31, 2007
( 7:01 AM ) teahouse
I'm rushing to pack to go out of town for the weekend.
Normally I'd be running around, trying to pack as quickly as possible.
Luckily, I never unpacked from my last vacation.
So it's easy this time!! Heehee. It took me 5 minutes to stuff everything back into the same bag.
So what if the clothes are dirty? I'm helping to sustain the environment by avoiding unnecessary waste from washing them.
And if I just make sure not to run into anyone I know (and therefore might offend with my stench), I'll be fine. #
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
( 6:14 AM ) teahouse
Here's a Can of Whoop Ass
Do you know what I dislike?
People who are originally from a certain country, and refuse to eat any food but the food from their own country.
Case in point: I went out with some friends over the weekend. They're from a European country that's famous for its good food. They immigrated to the United States about 5 years ago.
And yet, every time they go out to eat, it has to be food from their country.
This country shall remain nameless, for anonymity. This country is famous for its sauce, its pasta, its pork products, its wine.
Ok, this country is Italy. Screw the anonymity.
So back to these people. They won't eat anything but Italian food. And it has to be authentic. Yes, they sniff and look down their noses at our "pizza" and our "calzones" and our "marinara" sauce.
They spend hours going all over New York looking for "real" prosciutto. They wax nostalgic about how the water in Parma is better; that's what makes the bread superior.
Anyway, everytime I go out to eat with this people, it has to be Italian. Keeping in mind that we all live in New York City - home of some of the best food in the world, from all over the world.
They say things like, "We hate Chinese food" and "Sushi is disgusting..how could you eat that?" and "The Americans cannot make the mortadella worth anything!"
Yes, we have to go to Italian restaurants. And there are only 2 or 3 in the City that meet with these people's approval. We tried one place one time, and it was vetoed because one of these people insisted it wasn't authentic because he swear he'd seen a "Mexican" walk into the kitchen door.
Here is the resolution that THB has made: THB is no longer tolerating this kind of behavior. She loves Italian food, but this is ridiculous.
THB is eliminating the negativity in her life, and going out to eat with friends who appreciate trying new foods and appreciate living in the United States, which is a melting pot of many cultures and many foods.
And when these friends invite THB out to dinner in the future, THB will nicely suggest something other than Italian food. And if this is not good enough for them, THB will politely refuse the dinner invitation.
It begins today. #
Friday, May 25, 2007
( 7:12 AM ) teahouse
I feel like my life has been a perpetual motion machine for the past month. I have a long list of things to do at work and elsewhere, and it just gets longer and longer, the more I do. It's going to be like this until the middle of June at least.
I'm constantly and perpetually behind. I owe people things, I have too much on my plate, I'm running on empty, I'm drowning.
Any analogy you can think of, describes my situation right now.
A long weekend is coming up, and I really want the chance to relax and unwind.
But it's also a chance to get off the perpetual motion machine.
Will I take it? I'm not sure. I think the merry-go-round is already spinning too fast.
I already have too much motion sickness to fight it. All I can do at this point is hang on for dear life. #
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
( 7:03 AM ) teahouse
Like an Old Married Couple Already
Last night, the Boy came over and we hung out at my place before dinner.
We had dinner reservations, and he'd gotten there early, so we had some time to kill beforehand. So we both lounged on the couch, planning to do some pre-dinner snogging.
Half an hour later, we had moved to my bed, and were now lying down. However, no snogging was being done.
Instead, I was holding up a hand mirror in front of my face while he was demonstrating (on my nose) his extremely effective technique of squeezing out blackheads.
"Wow, you're amazing!" I kept exclaiming. "I wish I'd known how to do this when I was a teenager. I can't believe I've known you this long and I never knew you had this hidden talent!"
He assured me that he has many hidden talents of which I have yet to discover.
For the next half hour, he proceeded to eliminate completely all of the blackheads from my nose, one squeeze at a time, while I held up the mirror to watch his handiwork.
Now THAT's true love. #
Friday, May 18, 2007
( 7:02 AM ) teahouse
Spending Habits Revealed
My friend J and I had lunch together the other day.
At the end of our meal, we split the charge on our American Express cards. Inadvertently, we switched cards and spent the next week walking around with each other's credit card.
Strangely, the switch wasn't detected until a week later, when I was buying a combination lock at a luggage store and looked down to see HER name printed on what I thought was my card!
We tallied up what we'd spent on each other's cards in the time we had them, to figure out whether we owed each other money.
Her: A bikini and upper lip wax, a tie for her husband, and $80 at the drugstore (what?)
Me: $100 to Catholic Charities, a new hat and $95 at Barnes & Noble (what)?
When we met to give our cards back to each other, we were both a little embarrassed.
I now know that she keeps herself well-groomed and loves buying drugstore beauty supplies. And she now knows that I'm generous with my charitable giving, but tend to go a little crazy when I shop for books. #
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
( 6:56 AM ) teahouse
Let Them Eat Cake
My boss and coworkers surprised me by taking me out for a fancy lunch earlier this week.
Afterwards, they surprised me with this beautiful cake for dessert.
You can't see it after we ate most of it and I carried the rest home on the train with the top of the box smashed down on it. But at one point it said, "Congratulations on Your Engagement, THB."
Isn't that sweet? I was so incredibly touched by everyone's kindness. Nobody at BigLaw would have done something so nice.
When it comes to employers, I have definitely moved up in the world. #
Monday, May 14, 2007
( 7:34 AM ) teahouse
Killing Two Fish With One Stone
Yesterday a friend of mine called me. Our conversation went as follows:
Friend: So what have you been up to this weekend?
THB: Well, I went to the mechanic to get my car's oil changed and my tires rotated. So I got some nice fish!
THB: Yeah, my mechanic and I are both really into African cichlids. I'm setting up a new aquarium, so he told me that anytime I go in to get my oil changed, if I let him know in advance he can bring me some cichlid babies from his tank at home to populate my tank. He even gave me some of his bacteria! Isn't that nice?
Friend: Hmm..sounds dreamy. Lemme tell ya, there's nothing like hearing a man say, "Here, I'll give you some of my bacteria," to make ME swoon!
THB: Yeah, isn't he nice? I'll keep you posted on the progress of my aquarium cycle.
Friend: (sarcastically) Yeah, you do that. #
Thursday, May 10, 2007
( 9:19 AM ) teahouse
Feeling the pressure to start the wedding planning, I've been shopping for a dress.
All I can say is, wow! The options are many, and the prices are outrageous!
Having read horror stories about brides who get into fistfights over dresses at trunk sales, and evil bridal store people who try to steal your money, I'm honestly paralyzed with fear about buying a dress.
Two of my male coworkers (who both have teenage daughters) recommended that I go to the mall and shop for either a white prom dress or a Quinceanera dress. They said, "You look young enough, and this way, you can find a nice dress without spending $10,000."
That sounds like a good idea to me.
However, to complete the ruse, I need someone to come with me and pose as either my mom or dad.
The parents are both in Asia. So the Boy could come and pretend to be my dad, I guess.
But that might get a little weird.
Knowing the Boy, he'd figure out a way to make it naughty and embarrassing for me.
I keep giggling, imagining the scenarios.
"Oh, honey! That dress looks so good on you! You look soooo hot! Hubba hubba! Make sure they leave room in the bodice cuz you know, your breasts are still growing...aw yeah!!" #
Monday, May 07, 2007
( 11:18 PM ) teahouse
Hi, everyone! I'm back and relaxed and happy, and NOT in the mood to go back to work.
It was a wonderful trip. I had wine for every lunch and dinner for a whole week. I ate a lot, I drank a lot, I had tons of gelato and wine and every sort of cured meat and cheese and bread.
Here are some photos I took --
A canal in Venice, complete with hardworking gondoliers:
A view of the Rialto Bridge on a lazy afternoon, taken from the Vaporetto (Venice's water taxi/subway on the water):
Some yummy pasta I had for lunch in Emilia-Romagna:
The second course of that same lunch - fried fish to die for!
I have a lot more photos, but I'm too tired and jet lagged to post anymore for now. Enjoy!