August 31 2014
The calendar is full.
If I were a Facebook person, which I am decidedly not, I would post a status that unequivocally stated that I am not accepting new instances of friends with divorce issues. Try again in the spring.
Marriages and divorces are cyclical, and with a streak of weddings comes a rash of divorces. I have seven divorces in my circle in the past three years, including three at the moment. Because I have both first hand experience with divorce and also a law degree, I get the call.
I also strive to be a good friend and listener. I did not reach out to the people who knew and loved me the most when I needed them most. I think that is why I feel such a compulsion to take the calls. It is my way of learning from that mistake and supporting friends with far fewer qualms about expressing their feels.
But Christ, I can’t handle any new drama. I am a copyright attorney, not a family law lawyer, and while I now have a remarkable working knowledge of divorce proceedings, there is a very deliberate reason why I didn’t opt to go into family law.
It is an emotional vampire of a topic and it sucks my ordinary joy. Incidentally, I knew that 10 years ago, which is why none of my lifelong best friends heard a peep from me in the mid-aughts.
Which is also why I always take the call.
August 30 2014
There is this strange Peruvian joint near us that specializes in roasted chicken and I have been craving it for weeks. After we dropped Sean off at the airport, we went there and feasted on some of the most flavorful roast chicken around.
I could have done without the fries, by which I mean that the fries (and the special cilantro house sauce) are the most perfect version of the frite imaginable and I ate my weight in them.
August 29 2014
So I saw this advice
Find three hobbies you love: one to make you money, one to keep you in shape, and one to be creative.
I kind of like it.
Via Here...and there.
August 26 2014
my better halves.
Meanwhile, Casey is chilling at Intelligencia Coffee in Silverlake, in LA on business. He is getting to meet monsterbeard and beenthinking in person before I do, and I am so damn envious. I have a top 10 list of People From The Internet I Want To Meet, and those two are at the top of the charts. Isn’t it weird how much you can genuinely and fiercely adore people you have never actually met in person? I sometimes forget that we haven’t. Belum. In shallah.
They are all going to a show at UCB tonight. Casey loves this podcast called Put Your Hands Together with Carmen Esposito, and they do a live show. Those fine folks are going to join my fine husband and I am going to wallow from a distance.
One of my very best friends from law school is in town this week and I am so damn thrilled.
Sean is someone who is so easy to brag about, and his story keeps getting better. He went to Wake Forest, and in the middle of his freshman year, he learned that his teacher parents had taken out a second mortgage to pay for his (and his siblings’) education. He promptly doubled his course load and graduated with honors in three years. That netted him a partial scholarship to Notre Dame law school, which is where I met him.
Sean studied as hard as he partied. I don’t think my brother will ever forget his weekend visiting me at Notre Dame, as Sean took him under his wing and showed him a proper ND weekend that my brother will actually never remember. That early Sunday morning, we saw Sean in the library at 8am, headphones on, doing the work. My brother dropped to his knees in respect (and partially out of hangover sickness).
Sean also convinced half of the guys in my law school class to enter Bengal Bouts, a university-wide boxing tournament geared towards the undergrads. Sean trained hard and won his weight division. Easily and fairly.
Sean was offered a plum role at a white shoe law firm in NY and did about 3-4 years in their litigation group. He realized law firm life wasn’t for him, so he got an MBA from Wharton and now works for the best venture capital group in the world in….Nairobi, Kenya. After spending several years in Nigeria and Dubai.
Sean is in town because he just ran a 100 mile race in Easton, WA. It was his second 100 miler.
Sean once told me that he would never propose to a woman unless I had met the “nugget” (of gold) and approved. His girlfriend is here too, and I can’t wait to meet her.
Darby put on a cape for National Dog Day. Because fashion.
August 24 2014
Look, I have zero fucks to give about any Kardashian, but this woman knows her goddamn lane and it is high occupancy.
If it is all right with all of you, I will choose to believe that she has some well placed duct tape under each, and it is double wrapped around her shoulder.
Christ, she looks stunning.
Via i am the fat manatee.
Millions of peaches, peaches for me.
August 22 2014
You know that old saying. Lie down with pigs, etc.
August 20 2014
I can’t think of a way to fully relate the experience we had at a BnB in Coeur d’Alene on Sunday night. Not without leaving some social media bread crumbs that could lead the innkeepers to a post about it. And I would be horrified of they knew I was snarking on their place, because they were gracious and decent hosts.
But lo, it was an experience. The house was built recently - in the last 10 years - and their theme was Americana as seem through a candy store replica prism. Suffice to say, not my taste, but that wasn’t the issue.
I booked the Treehouse Suite, thinking its distance from the main house would afford us privacy. Alas, it was more treehouse than suite. No plumbing or running water. That meant a climb down about 20 stairs, then 100 feet, to use the “private, dedicated bathroom” in the main house. While I am a girl who commits to sleep and doesn’t get up to pee in the middle of the night, that makes me a girl who has to pee first thing in the morning. And that is a trek for a girl who danced two nights in a row with high heels and shit ankles.
I should also mention that there was a wall mirror the size of a compact. This is only relevant because I had to get ready for the wedding in a treehouse with a tiny mirror. I will leave it to your imagination how I looked. Townie.
(I will add here that we found a 24 hour Mexican joint around midnight after the wedding and had one of the best dates of our lives there)
Casey had an early meeting, so he flew home, and I drove alone across the state. The 7am breakfast was, frankly, amazing. “Doych” pancakes (Dutch pancakes), spicy hash browns, and maple bacon. Hit all of the right spots, and almost made up for the lack of in-room plumbing.