Family tradition

I am thankful for many things but really since I am almost a week late with these musings I will spare everyone the details. Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday and not just because it completely revolves around food, my one true love in life. I love that we set our thanksgiving table with a shot glass at each place setting, I love that we once had a peking turkey and we've never seen a green bean casserole grace our meals. At my house we don't say grace and we don't give thanks, at least not out loud, but I know that we are all thankful for many things. Traditions are good however socially unacceptable and potentially liver damaging they may be and I am thankful that we can continue ours every year while we sing along to HEART so loud that we don't notice the dogs eating the leftover stuffing in the kitchen. This year I am especially thankful for ABC because I have spent that last four days on a LOST bender. KL, you were right. I'm sorry it took me so long to listen to you. I will never doubt you again.

Moral Fiber

Disclaimer: I am going to complain on this here posting but I promise the next one will be all about the things that I am thankful for.

I'm back in Cali and Dad's house still looks like he's squatting in it - dust everywhere, sheets covering furniture, and dirty dishes. I'm no neat freak but this is a little embarrassing. The trip home was an ordeal which I hope to never endure again. It was possibly some of the more stressful travelling of my life which is saying alot considering the thrice yearly back an forth trips in hschool on TWA. Basically, I had to pack up all my crap hungover (my fault), I got ditched by my ride to the airport at 4:15 (flight departure time 6:00pm at JFK - keep in mind this is a Sat. afternoon in NYC near Union Sq.), my good good life-saving pal K had to drive me to JFK in a pinch while chain smoking and swearing different variations of Men Suck@$%! the whole way in stop and go traffic, barely make it to the airport in time to check bags last minute ( I was so conivnced I was going to miss this flight that I had already called jetblue to put myself on standby for the next one) and get on the plane right as they close the door behind us only to have charlie pee in his bag on the plane because I didn't have time to let him go before. I almost expected my luggage to be lost after all that. I know that I am flakey and I'm the first one to admit that but I just think there is something completely unforgivable about flaking on someone when you promise to take them TO THE AIRPORT! I know this should be a sign and I should never never speak to this "friend" again but when have I ever been the kind of girl to do the things I should? As I get older I am slowly becoming the person I warn my friends not to be: That Girl. You'll still be my friend right?

fi dolla sushi

Miami this weekend for yet another birthday extravaganza. Just me and T and if she wasn't already calling me her best pal she better be now. I abandoned my post as party pooper just for her. Miami did not disappoint although it is an interesting place - reminds me of Vegas in that what-happens-here-stays-here kinda way and Rio in that everything-is-better-at-the-beach kinda way. We had a great time and I remember almost all of it - especially the private bungalow at The Shore Club and the two hapa's who weren't hapa. Being avid picture takers T & I managed to take alot of great photos. It's just too bad they aren't on our camera.
I loved:
1. The Shore Club
2. The Shore Club
3. The Shore Club
I can't believe:
1. Strange lack of attractive men even with beer goggles on at 4 am
2. $5.00 order of hamachi (1 piece!!!)
3. This converstaion:
Time: 3 am
Me (to doorman at seedy hotel): Excuse me can you tell me where there's place around here that is still serving food?
Doorman: If I tell you will you love me long time?

Yes that's right. It's a lovely place and I am going back but not for the stone crab.

That warm and fuzzy feeling

Unemployed day: 33
Is it weird that it's been 2 days since I walked ten blocks and eight floors of Barneys and Bendels on a broken heel and I still have no feeling in two of my toes? The latest suggestion has been to run hot water over them to stimulate circulation. Perhaps I should also stop insisting on wearing heels and walking miles? But then I'm just so stumpy and unimpressive.
Apologies to the devoted two of you who read this - I have been very lazy, drunk, and then ill for the last weekend which officially ended this morning at 5:30 am when the last houseguest left. My little sister's birthday week/Halloween extravaganza. It's all really a blur but there was a trip to Hoboken, jello & jager shots, Chippendales, swashbuckling, Dr. Suess, double daring and every cut of beef in one night. No, not all of that in one night - just the beef.
Highlight: I took the physical challenge.