BAHA
March 4, 2010
only me… & possibly my brother
March 3, 2010
I don’t need to explain my level of geekdom to you if you’ve known me longer than two posts. It should not surprise you that I subscribe to the Dictionary.com Word of the Day. In today’s e-mail:
Word of the Day for Wednesday, March 3, 2010
eructation \ih-ruhk-TAY-shuhn\, noun:The act of belching; a belch.
Giving it such a fancy name means it’s hardly a thing to be disgusted by. Tonight while I’m having dinner with my family for my parents’ 26 year anniversary (!!) I will demand of my father, “What do you think of that eructation?”
And he will be so proud.
-CJ
birthday weekend, round 2
March 3, 2010
In place of any sort of birthday party, I planned a weekend in my favorite city with a few girls. Ree had a company trip that would have cut the weekend in half so we planned it a week later than my birthday and four girls hit the freeway last Friday afternoon. Destination: Ocean Beach.
With the first night came the discovery of the Russian Lineup. This became a theme. Late night Irish pub shenanigans and live reggae music and more laughter than should be physically possible preceded the pick up of a pizza that we munched in our tiny hotel beds before calling it a night at o’late thirty.
We stayed at the Ocean Beach Ho, apparently. She was warm and welcoming.
Leave it to me to want to celebrate at the beach in February. This is the hotel courtyard. I guess you could say the Ocean Beach Ho was pretty wet.
The cold, damp gray might not have worked for some. I absolutely loved it.
You could say the amazing pizza & brew place was celebrating 25 years in business though I’m not convinced it wasn’t for me. (omg, apricot Hef.)
For day two there was patio breakfast, hotel lounging, much speculating on the tsunami headed over from Chile, as we were ON the ocean (the third morning saw seaweed in the residential streets), a very loud and very early surf competition we could watch from our balcony, delicious taquitos, and plenty more Irish pub shenans at Gallagher’s, where every night should end.
My girl, Kristine
My ninja, Ree
My Ma, strangling her BFF
On day three, we packed up and walked to a small cafe for brunch where there was quite possibly the best bad food ever and fresh squeezed strawberry juice in champagne. If I don’t get my hands on another one of those huge ‘man-mosas’ (grrr) in the next month, I’ll have someone’s head.
My girls are fucking iiiiincredible, yo.
-CJ
suggestion
March 3, 2010
Regarding my tweet about ordering a Russian line up ASAP:
(1) shot of vodka, preferably not well
(1) shot of Kahlua
(1) shot of milk
Line them up in front of you, down them quickly, one by one. By the end, you’re smiling the smile of someone who just had a huge glass of Nesquik.
Sinner.
-CJ
twenty-five in twenty-ten
March 1, 2010
I’ve been so busy, I generally forget to breathe about once a day. The falls usually only result in bruising, so please don’t worry.
Last Saturday marked my two-five. One quarter of a century down – three to go. That’s right, I’m here until 100, so long as I’m not shitting myself, in which case, take me out Kevorkian style.
Myself and some lovely others spent the late Friday afternoon in my new favorite, local dive bar for happy hour and introductions between family, co-worker friends and outside work friends. I do actually have some of those. It was a fuckin’ sweet turn out and I was ridiculously honored though I might have hid it behind a few Washington Apples.
Cousin Alex
Babydaddy Joshua
Sadly though, my bff/ninja was on a work trip to Catalina. When she got back Saturday afternoon, my actual day of birth, we atteneded a surprise 60th birthday for the coolest neighbor on the planet, Don. When we casually left with a loose and flexible schedule for the rest of the evening, I had no idea there was approximately thirteen people pulling a rendezvous in the best little punk rock drinking joint in Orange County. Well, in the parking lot of said joint, as the doors were suspiciously locked. We never did find out why they were closed at that time on a weekend. Perhaps they hate me or maybe they knew that we’d have to relocate with our big, sexy posse to a nearby gay bar where we would have a friggin’ blast and hit up the hookah bar next door for some cherry and watermelon lovin’.
Thirteen shots of Chocolate Cake for a birthday toast, c/o Ree.
Gratefully noming on Ree’s head.
On Sunday, there was Italian food with my family and my gorgeous new baby cousin that I could just consume whole, she’s so perfect. There’s some excellent pictures there featuring Kiddo ordering off the menu donning my mom’s magnifying glasses and plenty of slightly out of focus, not centered images that Kiddo, photographer extraordinaire, took herself. Sadly they’re on Mom’s digital camera and I might have to wait a while to get my grubby paws on them though when I do, you’ll notice every single birthday related picture that exists includes my awesome new plaid coat. That goes for this last weekend stock full of ridiculous shenanigans, spent in my favorite fucking city, Ocean Beach.
The bit of red in my cheeks? I’m still glowing.
-CJ
I got spoilt
February 22, 2010
While I de-fog my head from twenty-fifth birthday weekend shenanigans and attempt a decent, comprehensive update, I’d like to introduce you to my new friend:
This is Beatrix VonStargaze, a gift from my friend Becky, and she is thrilled to meet you. While I collect myself, she is being all fragrant and perfect to my right and it is making for a great Monday morning.
-CJ
buying my nostalgia
February 12, 2010
I fuckin’ loved The Juliana Theory when I was a sophomore in high school. When I heard they were playing their first shows in five years (and consequently the last shows they’ll ever play) and going all the way through Emotion Is Dead… I hopped right on that link to Buy Now.
It isn’t until August but it’s damn nice to have something to look forward to.
-CJ
after a novel length e-mail to a girl friend…
February 12, 2010
“I had to look up minutiae. You’re like homework, only you’re prettier and I don’t dread you.”
Best compliment ever.
-CJ
about a week after I admitted my love for him
February 11, 2010
a break down of the John Mayer interview that I’m sure you’ve heard something about
The best part? This comment from Kandeezie:
“I just sold my tickets to his Valentine’s Day concert in Toronto (yeah, laugh, I was one of those girls who loved him to death!). Yay for “preferences” but when you make a sweeping statement about black women – essentially that we’re cute but not high enough of the social hierarchy to date, then it’s Craigslist for me and my tickets! The other 5 million fails in this interview just blow my mind. Really.”
I’m all for brutal honesty, even when it bites. Half of the quotes I actually giggled at. I don’t take from this that Mayer is racist, just really shitty at averting stupid questions with open answers that wouldn’t alienate a huge percentage of his fan base.
“My dick is sort of like a white supremacist.”
That’s sick, dude.
Offensive statements are spewed daily by all walks. But when you’re saying this many of them for print? Watch your fuckin’ mouth.
-CJ
tasty sparkles
February 10, 2010
Co-worker: “I have a problem with eating glitter.”
CJ: “I don’t!”
