You are very nice about the hat. Thank you. I blush. Ahem. Anyway.
It’s my last day off before the new week starts, and I’m determined to enjoy it. The house is toasty warm because I’ve decided that paying for heat is a good idea, and I keep it running when I’m home. I understand that the fact that Lala’s car has a frosty sheen on the roof isn’t that impressive to most readers of this blog, but we take what kind of cold we can get here in California.
The Waylon cat is sitting on the arm of my chair and is watching the street. He jumped up a minute ago and I shooed him away — he was litter-box stinky, and that’s not okay. He went away, cleaned up and made himself arm-chair-worthy and is now back with me.
I’m going to sit and type a bit, and drink coffee for a while, maybe read some blogs. I love the unhurriedness of this kind of morning. I have to do laundry and make some food, and I’d love to get an oil change, but whatever. Dogs need to go for a walk — that will be fun.
Yesterday I went to the city to have lunch with Lala. We walked down Market to get a burrito (Tacqueria Cancun, best veggie burrito in the world, grilled tortilla, half an avocado in every one), and then, because I find the 6th and Market location rather grim, we walked up to Union Square to picnic. Man, it’s been a long time since I sat in that square during the day. They’ve really done it up nicely, haven’t they? Nice tables, plenty of sitting room. Reminded me of those public spaces New York and Venice have everywhere, pockets of outdoor space where people meet, hang out, drink coffee or wine, and watch people go by. It felt delicious (and tasted the same way, actually. Damn good burrito).
Then I went to Tiffany’s. Why do their diamonds sparkle more than anyone else’s? Also delicious.
Then I spent too much time in the mall. I have to remember that it’s usually a bad idea for me to go to the movies inside a mall, even if it’s the Westfield at Powell Street. It’s still a mall, and I exit the premises with a head and neck ache, probably from being overwhelmed with How Cool I Could Be with a trillion more dollars. That’s something that doesn’t usually affect me, so I dislike it a LOT when it happens.
However, the movie I saw, 27 Dresses, could have had something to do with that feeling. Lord. Anyone else? I’d been so looking forward to it — I know it didn’t get good reviews, but Katherine Heigel? Who cares? It’s about weddings! She’s in it! How bad could it blow?
Oh, it badly blew. Horrible writing, bad acting, dismal moral messages, just very sad.
The worst part is where she destroys her sister’s attempt at happiness, then realizes it and apologizes. Her sister goes I HATE YOU but oh, I guess I love you anyway. That’s just about as deep as the movie got. No one would do any of the things they did in that movie. It offended me.
But. It was still fun, watching her — she’s so pretty! And who doesn’t love a wedding movie? Just…. not worth it.
Did you know that when you leave the mall, heading underground to BART, you can still buy your emergency Elizabeth Arden products? From the vending machine?
I’m sure you feel better knowing that. I know Lala does. Dude.
Now, go see my friend Kate. Her brother has been recently diagnosed with acute myelogenous leukemia, and she’s got a raffle going on to help the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society…. Chance to win yarn-goodness! Cute picture of them over there, too.
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