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March 30, 2008
Sign it's high time for a manicure: when a bag lady on the bus recommends you use cuticle cream. Thanks for the advice, lady!
Seriously, I just made an appointment. Why not pretty myself up on my 27th birthday? I've already put on my birthday skirt, the same black lacy skirt I've been wearing for like eight years in a row now. I still fit in it, and for that I am thankful. Hopefully I can say the same thing on my 30th. And my 50th. Ha. Later we are gathering with some friends and my dad at Suppenkuche down the street. I got the back room reserved for us and I'm looking forward to the revelry- namely, having a beer served to me in a giant glass boot and the finest schnitzel and spaetzle in San Francisco. Or should I say Sanfrooklyn....
I'm hopeful about this new year for me but truthfully right now I must say I'm a tad bummed. A fantastic job I was very close to getting fell through yesterday (why didn't I take Arabic in college instead of Spanish? WHY?) and our week down south ended with coming home and discovering puddles of red goo pooled on the kitchen floor. At first I thought someone (our disgruntled super?) stuffed a head in the fridge while we were gone.
But it was just some frozen raspberries in the freezer that had melted out...along with a freezer full of Trader Joe's booty bought just the other week. Tossing all that stuff was painful, I tell you. Our fridge probably broke down right around the time we left for our trip so there was plenty of time for everything to get really gross in there. After cleaning up the putrid crime scene, I had the pleasure of sorting through a half dozen letters from a bank I've never patronized regarding a new account and credit card in my name! I can't fathom why someone is going through all this trouble- my credit is surely worse than theirs. But still, it's MY bad credit and MY good name they're trying to tarnish. What a pain in the ass.
But the trip down south, I nearly forgot...Even though LA is geographically so close it's really worlds away... I had a good time though connecting with family, friends, and spending time with Rafe away from home. After some time in the Valley, we had a few days to ourselves in the quaint town of Ojai at a meditation retreat. And on the way home, we stopped by Santa Barbara and had a magical time. Not only did we ride along the waterfront in a surrey (I've been dying to do these for YEARS), I stumbled upon a fantastic antique store that was closing that very day wherein everything was being sold for ONE DOLLAR. I cannot tell you how exciting this was.Tomorrow I'll post some photos... because now that I am in my late 20s I can't remember much of what happened anymore without visual cues.
Posted by debbie at March 30, 2008 10:33 AM