not that i can think of right now, anyway.
so read the other two and I will see what proverbial bats I can rummage up out of the proverbial belfry in the next few days.
Monday, October 31, 2005
3 unrelated tales I feel prompted to tell (part 2)
TWO.
Two Saturdays ago (maybe three), Myste, Kristin and I happened upon an amazing sale at a vintage store. We ended up in the back room of this vintage store for 2 hours, rooting through piles of vintage clothing. Myste and I did most of the rooting while Kristin giggled and took pictures of us perched on top of the mounds.
When we exited the vintage store, we were filthy. Our fingernails were brown, our hands were brown; the residue of aged, unwashed, and unwanted clothing was now covering my body. I wanted to wash my hands immeadiately. We had to drop Kristin off at work (Peet's) so we parked there and went inside to use the restroom.
On the walk back to the restroom, Myste paused for a second to look a a teapot. I waited at the bathroom door for her, keeping it ajar while motioing for her to join me. We only needed to wash our hands -- there was no need to lock the door. As Myste walked into the bathroom, she was followed by a small, elderly, Asian woman. It was a small, single bathroom. There were no stalls, walls, or doors of any kind. I turned to the woman and explained, "Oh, we're just washing our hands. We'll be out of here in a minute." I assumed she would wait for us outside. However, judging by the woman's reaction , I take it that she did not speak English, because she proceeded to continue on into the bathroom.
I again explain that we will be out of the bathroom momentarily. I walk to the sink.
The woman nods at me and proceeds to walk over to the toilet, drop her pants, and use the restroom.
I catch myste's glance in the mirror. I then look down at my hands and concentrate on scrubbing. I try not o look at myste, for fear of bursting into akward and hysterical laughter. We wash our hands briskly (but it seemed like an eternity). The old woman finished her business, stood up, and waited for the sink. Myste and I grab paper towels, made a beeline out of the bathroom, and to a far corner of the store where we feigned interest in the various teas. Anything to avoid eye contact with our new bathroom buddy. She returned to her table and was presumably enjoying her cup of tea when we left the building.
and that was it. a cutural experience, if you will. and a really funny one at that.
Two Saturdays ago (maybe three), Myste, Kristin and I happened upon an amazing sale at a vintage store. We ended up in the back room of this vintage store for 2 hours, rooting through piles of vintage clothing. Myste and I did most of the rooting while Kristin giggled and took pictures of us perched on top of the mounds.
When we exited the vintage store, we were filthy. Our fingernails were brown, our hands were brown; the residue of aged, unwashed, and unwanted clothing was now covering my body. I wanted to wash my hands immeadiately. We had to drop Kristin off at work (Peet's) so we parked there and went inside to use the restroom.
On the walk back to the restroom, Myste paused for a second to look a a teapot. I waited at the bathroom door for her, keeping it ajar while motioing for her to join me. We only needed to wash our hands -- there was no need to lock the door. As Myste walked into the bathroom, she was followed by a small, elderly, Asian woman. It was a small, single bathroom. There were no stalls, walls, or doors of any kind. I turned to the woman and explained, "Oh, we're just washing our hands. We'll be out of here in a minute." I assumed she would wait for us outside. However, judging by the woman's reaction , I take it that she did not speak English, because she proceeded to continue on into the bathroom.
I again explain that we will be out of the bathroom momentarily. I walk to the sink.
The woman nods at me and proceeds to walk over to the toilet, drop her pants, and use the restroom.
I catch myste's glance in the mirror. I then look down at my hands and concentrate on scrubbing. I try not o look at myste, for fear of bursting into akward and hysterical laughter. We wash our hands briskly (but it seemed like an eternity). The old woman finished her business, stood up, and waited for the sink. Myste and I grab paper towels, made a beeline out of the bathroom, and to a far corner of the store where we feigned interest in the various teas. Anything to avoid eye contact with our new bathroom buddy. She returned to her table and was presumably enjoying her cup of tea when we left the building.
and that was it. a cutural experience, if you will. and a really funny one at that.
3 unrelated tales I feel prompted to tell
ONE.
Somewhere during the course of my freshman year of college, my roommate Abbie met a boy. I can't remember his name currently, but I think it was Ben. They hung out a few times and things seemed to be going well. I talked to him on the phone occasionally when he'd call for her. We were into a lot of the same things, Ben and I. We both liked Dogwood, I remember. Abbie wasn't sure how she felt about him, but Ben seemed to genuinely like her. somewhere in the process of wooing her, Ben beagnt o ask me for dating tips. He'd email me occastionally and ask me for date ideas and things of this nature. I hadn't met the guy, but I liked him.
a month or two into all of this, I was finally to meet the mysterious Ben. He was in a band and his band was playing in Santa Barbara one Friday night. After the show, Ben had planned to drive down to La MIrada and hang out with Abbie and I. We waited for him in our dorm room -- I remember a lot of giggling, there was probably a lot of chocolate eating...and there was a lot of waiting. We called his phone a few times, with no luck.
"He better have a really good excuse" Abbie said. I remember that much.
2:00 am and no word from Ben. Abbie and I fell asleep and hoped to hear from Ben in the morning. After all, you don't stand two girls up for no good reason.
6:00 am. Abbie's phone rings. I can't hear who it is, but I hear Abbie gasp. She says a few things, mostly "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.". My heart sank.
He died. In a car crash on the way down to La Mirada. His band van wrecked.
Abbie had never met his family, but had met his best friend once. The best friend remembered to call Abbie and let her know the news. She didn't go to the funeral, because it would be akward, as no one knew her.
So we sat in our dorm room in the dark all that saturday. We didn't say much. We both cried. The whole thing was really bizarre. I kept the emails from Ben in my inbox. I refused to delete them because I wanted to remember him. I don't know how Abbie dealt with it. We didn't really talk about it. But you don't really get over a thing like that.
Somewhere during the course of my freshman year of college, my roommate Abbie met a boy. I can't remember his name currently, but I think it was Ben. They hung out a few times and things seemed to be going well. I talked to him on the phone occasionally when he'd call for her. We were into a lot of the same things, Ben and I. We both liked Dogwood, I remember. Abbie wasn't sure how she felt about him, but Ben seemed to genuinely like her. somewhere in the process of wooing her, Ben beagnt o ask me for dating tips. He'd email me occastionally and ask me for date ideas and things of this nature. I hadn't met the guy, but I liked him.
a month or two into all of this, I was finally to meet the mysterious Ben. He was in a band and his band was playing in Santa Barbara one Friday night. After the show, Ben had planned to drive down to La MIrada and hang out with Abbie and I. We waited for him in our dorm room -- I remember a lot of giggling, there was probably a lot of chocolate eating...and there was a lot of waiting. We called his phone a few times, with no luck.
"He better have a really good excuse" Abbie said. I remember that much.
2:00 am and no word from Ben. Abbie and I fell asleep and hoped to hear from Ben in the morning. After all, you don't stand two girls up for no good reason.
6:00 am. Abbie's phone rings. I can't hear who it is, but I hear Abbie gasp. She says a few things, mostly "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.". My heart sank.
He died. In a car crash on the way down to La Mirada. His band van wrecked.
Abbie had never met his family, but had met his best friend once. The best friend remembered to call Abbie and let her know the news. She didn't go to the funeral, because it would be akward, as no one knew her.
So we sat in our dorm room in the dark all that saturday. We didn't say much. We both cried. The whole thing was really bizarre. I kept the emails from Ben in my inbox. I refused to delete them because I wanted to remember him. I don't know how Abbie dealt with it. We didn't really talk about it. But you don't really get over a thing like that.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
I did not forget you all.
There should be a few literary morsels for you to read (by yours truly) by the end of the day. Sorry it has been so long in coming.
thanks,
the management
thanks,
the management
Thursday, October 20, 2005
annie are you ok?
so some of you may have heard the rumor that I am AWESOME and I get to go do cool things because I am a big wig record exec. well, today is one of those days.
I am going to see Alien Ant Farm at the House of Blues in Anaheim FOR FREE tonight. and my boss gave me money to schmooze and buy drinks for other big wig execs.
i mean, my job has been tough lately - I am not going to lie to you. but its nights like tonight that turn my frown upside down. how many of you can watch a marginally talented alternative rock band cover a pop song from the 80's (and this song somehow managed to sell 1.5 million records for them) on a cool autumn eve?
yeah, I thought so.
just cross your fingers, I might be able to ge tyou Hoobastank tickets the next time they're in town.
I am going to see Alien Ant Farm at the House of Blues in Anaheim FOR FREE tonight. and my boss gave me money to schmooze and buy drinks for other big wig execs.
i mean, my job has been tough lately - I am not going to lie to you. but its nights like tonight that turn my frown upside down. how many of you can watch a marginally talented alternative rock band cover a pop song from the 80's (and this song somehow managed to sell 1.5 million records for them) on a cool autumn eve?
yeah, I thought so.
just cross your fingers, I might be able to ge tyou Hoobastank tickets the next time they're in town.
Monday, October 17, 2005
to kelly!
I must say, I cannot go to bed before I confess that this is the best weekend I've had in a long time.
*the good foot (70's funk dancing) with good friends
*cards and thai food
*kate's bridal shower
*vintage store uber sale (4 vintage dresses, 1 skirt, 4 shirts, 1 belt for $32)
*new beverly - good friends, good film
*cafe 101
*church
*the OC and Ali G.
*brownies and coffee
*RAIN
and, to top it all off, I sat in front of Tiffany Amber Thiesen at church today. I have no doubt that it was her. so, here's to you Kelly Kapowski. Your dance with Zack out in front of your house when your parents wouldn't let you go to prom was a defining moment in my young life.
*the good foot (70's funk dancing) with good friends
*cards and thai food
*kate's bridal shower
*vintage store uber sale (4 vintage dresses, 1 skirt, 4 shirts, 1 belt for $32)
*new beverly - good friends, good film
*cafe 101
*church
*the OC and Ali G.
*brownies and coffee
*RAIN
and, to top it all off, I sat in front of Tiffany Amber Thiesen at church today. I have no doubt that it was her. so, here's to you Kelly Kapowski. Your dance with Zack out in front of your house when your parents wouldn't let you go to prom was a defining moment in my young life.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
2 nuggets of unrelated information.
1. I take absolute and sheer delight in being the person who gets to use the very last toilet seat cover left in a bathroom stall. I figure you have a 1 in 200 chance or so of being the person who gets to use the VERY LAST toilet seat cover, and so when it actually happens (I can remember it happening all of 3 times) I am quite enthusiastic. nevermind the next person in line who is now seat cover-less -- I was the lucky stiff who got the last one.
2. When I was a freshman in high school I joined in the magazine subscription selling extravaganza. I am not sure what the whole point of the ordeal was, but I was selling magazing subscriptions to friends and neighbors and my high school was somehow benefitting from this. I was a nerd and I didn't know any better so I sold those things like crazy. There were prizes involved and I wanted to win the grand prize. I don't remember if I actually won the grand prize, but I did place in the top 3 or so, and apparently this merited a real PRIZE. they picked the three winners up in a limo and shuttled us off campus for free lunch. the best part is, they took us to Sizzler. I think I am one of the few human beings on earth who has arrived at Sizzler in a limo.
2. When I was a freshman in high school I joined in the magazine subscription selling extravaganza. I am not sure what the whole point of the ordeal was, but I was selling magazing subscriptions to friends and neighbors and my high school was somehow benefitting from this. I was a nerd and I didn't know any better so I sold those things like crazy. There were prizes involved and I wanted to win the grand prize. I don't remember if I actually won the grand prize, but I did place in the top 3 or so, and apparently this merited a real PRIZE. they picked the three winners up in a limo and shuttled us off campus for free lunch. the best part is, they took us to Sizzler. I think I am one of the few human beings on earth who has arrived at Sizzler in a limo.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
i changed my blog.
I had grown tired of the polka dots, it was time for something new.
not sure how I feel about the new color scheme. I wanted something minimalist.
but I did link (most) all of you suckers.
and there is password protection on the comments. those darn blog spammers.
so, enjoy.
this party will, indeed, be off the hook.
I had grown tired of the polka dots, it was time for something new.
not sure how I feel about the new color scheme. I wanted something minimalist.
but I did link (most) all of you suckers.
and there is password protection on the comments. those darn blog spammers.
so, enjoy.
this party will, indeed, be off the hook.
myste got me.
tagged by myste. I liked this one.
10 Years Ago:
14 years old. I had just recently moved from Cody, WY, to Auburn, CA. I wore a white t-shirt, black jeans, and a flannel shirt tied around my waist for my first day of high school at Forest Lake Christian School. My dad was a pastor and my mom was homeschooling my sisters. I don't really think I listened to music yet, although sometime that year I discovered DC Talk's Jesus Freak. I was a NERD.
5 Years Ago:
i have just started my sophomore year of college. I drove a 1981 Honda civic with a Ninja Turles sticker on it. I cut all my hair off and dyed it black. and then maroon. and then hot orange.I lived in Stewart hall with Jen Kendall, next door to Erica and Rachel (and just down the hall from Corban and Jen M.). I was waivering between a PR major and Media Management. Like Myste, I also met a boy named Phil (M.) and I fell in love. Unlike Myste, this love didn't make it through my sophomore year. oh yes, I almost forgot. Dave Price got me a management job at Family Christian stores. And I was booking concerts for biola / the eddy. My claim to fame was having Thrice play in the SUB.
1 Year Ago:
i was travelling the globe with my sister. Right about this time last year I was in Ankara, Turkey - eating Kababs, working with Iranian refugees, and playing with orphans. shortly after that we visited the city of Ephesus and sat in the auditorium where Paul used to preach. that whole time was completely monumental.
Yesterday:
i worked from 9:30 to 5:30. I ate round table for lunch and talked to a guy from Jerusalem. I made really yummy black bean and red pepper chili, drank wine, watched to OC and went and watched my friend Gena (her band is called Day of Lions. well its not a band, its just her. but she's called Day of Lions) play a set at the Lava Lounge. it was really good. then I fell into a deep and exhausted sleep.
5 Snacks I Enjoy:
peanut butter filled pretzels, chips and salsa, chocolate covered raisins, reeses pieces, cheese and crackers.
5 Songs I Know All the Words To:
the Man comes around - Johnny Cash
In my Life - the beatles
God only Knows - Beach Boys
A Lack of Color - Death Cab for Cutie
most every pedro the lion song - but lets go with "Secret of the Easy yoke"
5 Things I’d Do with 100 Million Dollars:
Travel a lot. Buy the somalians a house and food and clothing. move out of LA. I'd buy an apartment in San Fransisco, Boston, London and Zagreb - maybe more if I had money left. And I'd probably start a business. and I would go to Africa and depending on the current political crisis I would do what I could to make someone else's life better.
5 Places I’d Run Away To:
Croatia, San Fransisco, Boston, Africa, Italy
5 Things I’d Never Wear:
stirrup pants, the color purple (well, royal purple. I hate it), platform shoes, yosemite sam t - shirts, anything made by the "Big Dog" company.
5 Favorite TV Shows:
Arrested Development, The Simpsons, The OC, Freaks and Geeks, the Wonder years (and Scrubs, and The office)
5 Biggest Joys:
a GREAT cup of coffee/cappucinno, music that really fits a moment, the feeling of a job well done, my saturday morning breakfast and clean the house routine, the times when I am really able to rest in God's grace.
5 Favorite Toys:
my new G4 ibook!, my new computer speakers/subwoofer, my vintage toaster, my ipod (when its' not broken), my camera
5 Fine Folks Who Can Now Consider Themselves Tagged:
um, don't know who will actually do this - but lets say Kamn!, the talbots, matt and amber, nina, and rosie.
10 Years Ago:
14 years old. I had just recently moved from Cody, WY, to Auburn, CA. I wore a white t-shirt, black jeans, and a flannel shirt tied around my waist for my first day of high school at Forest Lake Christian School. My dad was a pastor and my mom was homeschooling my sisters. I don't really think I listened to music yet, although sometime that year I discovered DC Talk's Jesus Freak. I was a NERD.
5 Years Ago:
i have just started my sophomore year of college. I drove a 1981 Honda civic with a Ninja Turles sticker on it. I cut all my hair off and dyed it black. and then maroon. and then hot orange.I lived in Stewart hall with Jen Kendall, next door to Erica and Rachel (and just down the hall from Corban and Jen M.). I was waivering between a PR major and Media Management. Like Myste, I also met a boy named Phil (M.) and I fell in love. Unlike Myste, this love didn't make it through my sophomore year. oh yes, I almost forgot. Dave Price got me a management job at Family Christian stores. And I was booking concerts for biola / the eddy. My claim to fame was having Thrice play in the SUB.
1 Year Ago:
i was travelling the globe with my sister. Right about this time last year I was in Ankara, Turkey - eating Kababs, working with Iranian refugees, and playing with orphans. shortly after that we visited the city of Ephesus and sat in the auditorium where Paul used to preach. that whole time was completely monumental.
Yesterday:
i worked from 9:30 to 5:30. I ate round table for lunch and talked to a guy from Jerusalem. I made really yummy black bean and red pepper chili, drank wine, watched to OC and went and watched my friend Gena (her band is called Day of Lions. well its not a band, its just her. but she's called Day of Lions) play a set at the Lava Lounge. it was really good. then I fell into a deep and exhausted sleep.
5 Snacks I Enjoy:
peanut butter filled pretzels, chips and salsa, chocolate covered raisins, reeses pieces, cheese and crackers.
5 Songs I Know All the Words To:
the Man comes around - Johnny Cash
In my Life - the beatles
God only Knows - Beach Boys
A Lack of Color - Death Cab for Cutie
most every pedro the lion song - but lets go with "Secret of the Easy yoke"
5 Things I’d Do with 100 Million Dollars:
Travel a lot. Buy the somalians a house and food and clothing. move out of LA. I'd buy an apartment in San Fransisco, Boston, London and Zagreb - maybe more if I had money left. And I'd probably start a business. and I would go to Africa and depending on the current political crisis I would do what I could to make someone else's life better.
5 Places I’d Run Away To:
Croatia, San Fransisco, Boston, Africa, Italy
5 Things I’d Never Wear:
stirrup pants, the color purple (well, royal purple. I hate it), platform shoes, yosemite sam t - shirts, anything made by the "Big Dog" company.
5 Favorite TV Shows:
Arrested Development, The Simpsons, The OC, Freaks and Geeks, the Wonder years (and Scrubs, and The office)
5 Biggest Joys:
a GREAT cup of coffee/cappucinno, music that really fits a moment, the feeling of a job well done, my saturday morning breakfast and clean the house routine, the times when I am really able to rest in God's grace.
5 Favorite Toys:
my new G4 ibook!, my new computer speakers/subwoofer, my vintage toaster, my ipod (when its' not broken), my camera
5 Fine Folks Who Can Now Consider Themselves Tagged:
um, don't know who will actually do this - but lets say Kamn!, the talbots, matt and amber, nina, and rosie.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
a first.
so after the show at the gig on Tuesday I called 911 for the first time in my life.
there was a big pile of trash that was on fire in the alley across the street from the venue. there were actually 2 separate fires (one in this silver pot, and one that was the pile of trash). the light was on in the building attached to the alley. when I called 911, Patrick (from Careen) somehow found a hose and started spraying the fire. and the lights in the building went off.
the firemen came and we had mostly put out the fire. they opened the door to the building (it was unlocked) but no one was there. they asked us a few questions and thanked me for calling.
I guess it was arson. not a big deal, really.
but it was a first. I called 911.
there was much, much more to that night (just your garden variety " your teenage idol is now single and sitting close to you on the couch" stuff) but its all too tiring to think about. I am just ready to get caught up on life this weekend. And doing my laundry will be like therapy for my soul.
there was a big pile of trash that was on fire in the alley across the street from the venue. there were actually 2 separate fires (one in this silver pot, and one that was the pile of trash). the light was on in the building attached to the alley. when I called 911, Patrick (from Careen) somehow found a hose and started spraying the fire. and the lights in the building went off.
the firemen came and we had mostly put out the fire. they opened the door to the building (it was unlocked) but no one was there. they asked us a few questions and thanked me for calling.
I guess it was arson. not a big deal, really.
but it was a first. I called 911.
there was much, much more to that night (just your garden variety " your teenage idol is now single and sitting close to you on the couch" stuff) but its all too tiring to think about. I am just ready to get caught up on life this weekend. And doing my laundry will be like therapy for my soul.
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