I wish everything in my life was as sweet as the blue PT Cruiser that I drove to DC from Brooklyn. Truly a lovely car that made me feel warm inside. Anyways, I am in New York for an undetermined period of time due to the lack of swiftness on the part of Hungarian authorities. Read more…
Well, I can say with pride that I have learned the phrase most essential to my survival in Hungary: I do not speak Hungarian. As an example, here is an account of my amazing interactions at a salon last week: Read more…
So my first week in Budapest is coming to an end. I even survived my first weekend all by myself. With everyone worried about my mental state turning to that of complete despair while alone in this unknown city, I have to report that my depression has not yet peaked and my suicide tendencies have not yet surfaced. I actually had a great time, studying, sleeping and walking around on the weekend. I also found a great vegetarian restaurant, a knitting store, and a Mac store. I also saw a very cute bag in the window of a store that I might buy for myself as a “moving” present. So basically, I pretty much covered all my basic needs except for … shoes! Read more…
Our cheap deal to Saint Louis got us out of La Guardia at 6 am, and landed us in Memphis at 8:30 local time. During a quick pit stop at an airport barbeque place, starved D devoured a delicious country-ctyle sandwich filled with slaw and turkey. On we ran to our 8:59 flight which brought us to the glass doors of Gateway to the West at around 10:15. Aside from me having a vitamin B-induced allergy attack within the first hour of our visit, which brought minute terror over the house, a great time was had by all.
We managed to see Chihuly at the Botanical Garden, eat pasta at Cunetto on the Hill, go to a trendy Chocolate martini bar, visit the town’s world-famous child – Anheuser-Busch Brewery, and eat a Route 66-worthy Ted Drews concrete. We also saw Colin’s soccer team “the Dragons” take on errr some team with a snake name. Obviously Colin’s team won. And of course we got to cook, eat, drink, laugh, and spend lots of quality time with cute as a button Carter.
Hell yeah! Four years have passed since I got a piece of paper with my mug shot and an INS stamp and I am proud for the first time. Thank you swing states for not letting us down. And thank you Virginia for getting “makaka” out of the office. I remember my republican roommate in college taking notes about the events of Clinton impeachment. She was all “it’s amazing, it’s history!” Well, who’s taking notes now, bitch?
Verizon’s failure to understand my needs has resulted into an apparent cell phone blood bath. Driven to the edge by the disconnect, my cell phones, one by one, have resigned in the most atrocious of ways. Life has by now almost left my tank-like Nokia phone which I purchased on ebay to replace its vitamin-water-drowned predecessor. Read more…
AJ, I so hearted you, and now you are gone. Way to let me down! I was so into you, but I guess you weren’t into being IT. But let’s be honest AJ, you are not a model. You are a dork. You are a girl at the counter of a food co-op. You are a coffee shop regular. You are a book worm. You are also my hero, AJ! My Wednesday nights will not be the same without you!
I am already a failure as an aunt in law (or more exactly an aunt in sin) because on the first day of his existence in the world I mistakenly called D’s new nephew Connor. The little cutie foot’s name is actually Carter. He is the third C in my favorite Saint Louis clan. Carter was born a tiny bean but, from what I hear, has no trouble sprouting. He will be one month old next Thursday!