three thoughts

in honor of the nats opening game (and exciting win!) at the new stadium:



1) i bet its really difficult to run in those oversized president's heads.

2) i wonder if any of the presidents' heads has ever fallen off mid race (and how disturbing it looked).

3) i'm pretty sure that if one of those presidents fell over, he could not get up alone.

t.g.i.spring.

at first when i hit new post i was worried that i had nothing to say (2 days sick in bed leave little room for inspiration). but then it hit me:

springtime: i used to think that s.a.d. was just a funny "condition" that didnt actually happen. one winter (albeit a mild one) on the east coast was enough to convince me otherwise. BUT i am s.a.d. no more! its spring! and even though that means a 50% chance of showers and not 99.9% chance of glorious sunshine as it does in california- i will take those odds. so in honor of the cherry blossoms blooming and the sun (mostly) shining, here is a list of 10 reasons why spring is better than you:

1. no more winter coats, tights, hats, scarves, gloves, etc.
2. white. (the color). white dresses, white pants, white skirts.
3. being tan (aka actually looking like i may have some latin blood in me contrary to what my currently pasty skin might indicate)
4. the pool (and all the things that go along with its opening: pool parties, laying out, swimming instead of running, etc)
5. spring break (see: springbreakcollegewoo!!!)
6. open toed shoes (esp flip flops)
7. iced passion tea lemonade
8. baseball season (see: take me out to the ballgame)
9. happy hour on the roof/patio/my balcony
10. sunshine. for ever increasing hours of the day.

and i could go on and on. its enough to make a girl grin like an idiot all day long. so here i am. :)

springbreakcollegewoo!!!: ok i know i'm not in college anymore but that is not going to keep me from enjoying spring break 08 ya'll! in t-minus 4 days i will begin a flying extravaganza that will take me to la, colombia, brazil, san diego, san francisco and back to dc in a mere 14 days. although the trip may put me off air travel forever, 8 days of lying on the beach in brazil are worth the risk. not to mention the weekend i will spend in sf/stanny visiting the besties, seeing rascal flatts and otherwise getting reacquanited with the joys of the better coast*.

take me out to the ballgame: opening day for the padres is in 3 days. the nationals new stadium opens even sooner. very few things in life make me happier than a day game, beer, a hot dog and brian giles.

*don't get me wrong, i love dc and ny and all these east-erly things as much as the next girl. but the left coast (esp california- northern and southern) will always put it to shame.

saved by the androgynous sober district

yeah, im still looking for a title.

saved by the bell: i know this dates me but the other day at the gym i could have ellipticalled all morning when saved by the bell came on. and not just any episode, but the costume ball where kelly accidentally calls zack by the name of jeff, her hunky boss at the max. and as how am i supposed to live without you is being "sung" by jessie* and slater in the background, kelly says (tearfully) "it wasnt supposed to be like this- not for us." now its been a good 10 years since that episode aired but damn, i remember it SO vividly. that and jessie's freakout ("i'm SO excited! i'm so...scaaarrred..."), the "friends forever" band/song, the beach boys lip sync where the boys break the elvis statue, etc. and yes, while i am slightly creepy and loserish for letting sbtb stamp such a permanent mark onto my head/childhood, i know that i am not alone. (and there are more: dawsons creek in high school and the oc in college- notice how each show addresses heavier and more serious themes as i grow older) it makes me wonder: who is this generation's zack morris? (and the equivalent of the giant cell phone?) are today's young girls looking up to hannah montana the way my friends and i wanted to be kelly kapowski? and when we say "oh yeah this place was our the max in high school" what do people say now?

androgynous kids: i'm all for an androgynously named child (ex: i love the name cameron). my problem is when parents/kids let it get a little out of hand. (ex: matty/maddy- cute little 10 year old in the musical with me). if you are going to name your child loren/lauren, devon/devin, jesse/jessie, etc, please (for your child's sake and those around him/her) please do not also give him/her an ambiguous haircut and dress him/her in gender neutral clothing. its confusing.

alcohol: sunday marks the end of my 40 something days of sobriety. this may turn into a real post but here are a few (some obvious, others, surprising) conclusions: an eanab in the hand is almost the same as a v&t, places that were SO FUN when intoxicated can look gross when sober, you can still feel drunk at the end of the night without drinking- its called exhaustion, you can still feel hungover the next day without drinking- its called exhaustion, i LOVE a glass of red wine and, finally, drunken people aren't actually that annoying. More on this another day.

why living in dc is better than you: this morning i went to the brazilian embassy to get my visa which i can go pick up next thursday. (as compared to my dad who had to drive to LA from san diego to drop off- and 2 weeks later, pick up- his visa.) woot. my freshman year roommate is in town for a work conference one block from my office. when i get out of work at 3 pm today (love an early closing) we are going to happy hour. oh and the cherry blossoms are starting to bloom. :)

*creators of sbtb, well done. you may have given her an androgynous name, but then you gave her long curly hair and floral prints. it's a girl!

forget it, i'm jumping

you know when you are at the pool/beach/lake and its really hot outside so you want to jump in the water to cool off but you know that its going to be freezing- so you dip your little toe in, take a step back. put a whole foot in, decide that its too cold. try the other toe, go back to the safety of your towel. then you accept that if you are going to go in (and you ARE going in) you're just gonna have to close your eyes and jump?

this is my close my eyes and jump post.

this blog has morphed from diary to travelogue to contemplative public space. basically, i only wanted to write when i felt like i had something "meaningful" to say. apparently, i am only profound about every other month or so. therefore, in an effort to write a little more, think a little more and entertain you a little more (and by "you" i mean my mom- hi!) i'm going to try something new:

(insert awesome weekly feature title here)

my thought process: hmm, i want to write more often (yeah, its pretty hot out). maybe i'll write a weekly post (brr, that water is cold). about 3-5 "things" that happened/someone said/were a highlight/really irked me/i'm thinking about/etc (i can't feel my foot). i can't possibly start without the perfect title that would keep you (mom) coming back again and again (swimming is SO overrated).

but a childhood spent in san diego kicked in and i'm going for it. feel free to suggest possible titles, disagree, share your three to five, etc.

3-5 "things" that happened/someone said/were a highlight/really irked me/i'm thinking about/etc this week

1) cupcakes. did people start adding crack to the batter? or was angelina in some cupcake ad that i missed? why are cupcakes all of a sudden the new frozen yogurt? don't get me wrong, i love a good cupcake. and i understand the appeal (its like cake! but in a single serving, don't need a fork, SO cute cause they're small package!). but seriously? a new cupcake place (yes, they only sell cupcakes and beverages) opened in georgetown and i was in the area so I decided to try it out. but the line was out the door and down the street. and there was a four cupcake limit (i only needed one but i was on my way to a party and wanted to share the joy). according to the owners, its like that all the time and sometimes they sell out and have to close early. yes, the cupcakes were delicious. yes, the place was adorable. but i could have gone to the store, picked up some red velvet mix and baked my own damn cupcakes in the amount of time it took to get to the front of the line. so. dear the people who make things cool: enough with the cupcakes.

2) spontaneity. reason number 8, 475, 223 that i love being young, not in school, and at an awesome job that doesn't stress me out too much: i decided this morning that i'm hopping on a bus to new york to hang out with the two guys that are simultaneously the reason i survived/almost died my freshman year of college.

3) theatre people. why are you so nice? and fun? and quirky and cool and great and accepting? why can't everyone be like you?

and just in case anyone snarky is reading: 4) that's so raven. first of all, this is the worst show that ever aired on the disney channel/tv. oh, wait. thats all.