I had only driven through Palm Springs once, since I left it twenty years ago, and that was when I was moving to Los Angeles, the Meat of Cheese sitting by my side. I remember feeling nervous as I drove through it, and I called home to tell Dad I was driving though the place that changed my family for good. Continue reading
The morning after the wedding, we woke up and listened to this song in bed and thought about how happy we were and how perfectly the wedding went and how lucky we were to have these amazing friends and family who braved the rain and snow and winds and this strange waterfall that happens on our front steps when it pours outside. Continue reading
I no longer trust anyone using a pay phone.
I realized that the other week, watching someone hunched over a pay phone, reading something off a crumpled piece of paper. Was he lost? What was he doing? Sure, not everybody can afford a cell phone, I know that. But homeboy’s standing next to a Pizza Hut and a Blockbuster, and he doesn’t have any other access to a phone? Not a friend with a cell phone? Couldn’t ask me to use my phone? I’d rather loan someone my cell than force them to use a pay phone. Because if you’re using a pay phone, you’re selling drugs. I mean, sell drugs, but have the decency to do it loudly on a cell phone, walking down the street, chatting for all to hear like everyone else in this town. Don’t be so obvious, hunching over a phone that has a … cord. Continue reading
“I just want one of those damn entries out there to just be called ‘Chris and Allison’s Wedding.’ Is that so hard? Can’t it just say that and then talk about how pretty the wedding was?”
I would have done that anyway, even if the bride hadn’t specifically requested it, because the wedding was perfect. I cannot wait for the pictures. For the first time ever, I can’t wait to look through someone’s wedding pictures — a wedding I attended, even.
So, I’ve said that it was perfect. Now I’ll have to tell the self-centered story that these journal entries dictate. Sorry, Allison. You were the queen of winter, but I’m the princess of pamie.com, so I have to do what I have to do.
In honor of opening night for 8 Mile, a little ditty about how I’ve been running my ass off around Silver Lake to look good in my groomsman dress this December. That’s right, I’m a groomsman, and I’ve been listening to Eminem on my runs to keep me motivated. He’s so angry it makes me angry and then I run faster.
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To show everyone how much you rule -One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
So, here we are. One year later. Let me just get this out of the way first: I missed you, too. I missed you very much, actually. It was lonely without you around. After all those days spent complaining that you guys were too much to handle, I felt like a mom who had finally gotten all of her kids off to college. The house was empty and too quiet.
And like a mom who finally gets her wish come true, I got bummed out and watched too much Oprah. Continue reading
and welcome the Cute Single Boy of the Week
So, I made it. I’m twenty-five. Mom called to rub it in. Thanks, Ma.
I’m celebrating with an all-day meeting at work. whoo-hoo. Tonight, Eric is taking me out to dinner, as it is also our three-year anniversary.
Three years. Lots of laughs. Lots of memories. Lots of stories and secrets shared. Lots of love. It seems like it just started, and it seems like I’ve known him forever. My best friend. (Baby, I know you can do anything. Be brilliant. I love you.)
so i’m typing really slowly
Ow. Ow. Ow.
I am covered in sunburn. That’s what happens when you try and fit a whole summer in a weekend. It was a great weekend. I had a lot of fun. But today I’m covered in Aloe, and keep a bottle of aloe/lidocane next to my arm because my shoulders and chest keep screaming whenever I lean over to pick something up.