No idea how it tasted, it wasn't mine.
My dear friend David Poe has posted a Dear John (McCain) letter over on his Vox. It's a well-written, provocative piece, so I encourage you to go read it and comment.
I could sit here and talk politics (which I love to do -- just not so much on my blog), but I have a bigger and more important issue that is facing Americans today, and it needs to be addressed: Leggings.
Are leggings appropriate for anyone over the age of 10? Or for anyone not living in the early 90s? Or for anyone other than Lindsay Lohan?
Up until yesterday, I would have said no. Of course not. Any sane human being should realize that leggings are just not okay. But then I found the cutest little jumper dress at Nordstrom Rack. It's charcoal and has little buttons and it's adorable. But it's just a wee bit too short to be appropriate for work. So, crazy person that I am, grabbed a pair of leggings to try underneath.
Crap. They were kind of hot. Everything inside of me was screaming, NO NO! But my eyes were like, Dude. Pretty cute. So I did what any girl would do. I called my fashionista friend, Pondy.
She screamed NO NO into the phone and gave me a myriad of reasons not to wear leggings, the main one being that I might get Stumpy Leg Syndrome. She suggested tights -- which are basically leggings with feet, right? So "feet" is what makes something appropriate? My little autumn jumper became a winter outfit (with a long-sleeve shirt underneath). I was okay with that. I took her advice and put back the leggings.
I got home and showed the dress to my roommate, who automatically said, "that would be so cute with some leggings!" As did my coworker Amy -- who, let's be real, looks adorable in her leggings all the time. That's two ticks in the "yes" column, and only one strongly worded tick in the "no" column. I guess if you count the girls at Go Fug Yourself, that's two ticks in the "no" column.
So help me, fellow fashion-savvy readers. Leggings: Yes or No? Why or why not?
This weekend rocked. Last Thursday, my friend Noelle asked what I was doing for Labor Day weekend. I said that I didn't really have plans, and a few minutes later it was decided that I would come down to San Diego for a visit. It's eight hours away by car, but since I used to go to school down there (it's where Noelle and I became friends) I'm used to the long drive and it doesn't really faze me.
I left after work on Friday and was in Carlsbad (slightly north of San Diego) at Noelle's slightly before midnight. We chatted a bit (we haven't seen each other since last Labor Day weekend) and then crashed. On Saturday, we woke up and went for a nice long walk and then set our sights on the beach. We lazed around in the sun for a few hours, and spent quite a bit of time swimming out in the ocean, which was warmer than usual. The waves were pretty big, which is always fun --- do you try and jump over the wave or do you duck under? I love the ocean. I stayed relatively sunburn free, although there were a few places that I missed with the sunblock that stung a little. After the beach we went and saw the movie Traitor (which was pretty good but not spectacular) and went out to dinner.
In the middle of the night, around 2:15, something outside went MMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I flew out of bed, wondering A) WHAT IS THAT? B) Is that a tidal wave warning system? C) Why aren't the neighbors awake? D) Aren't we a little high in elevation for tidal waves? E) Good Lord can that please stop? F) I wonder how far I could swim G) Is this the end of the world?
I woke up Noelle and since we couldn't determine what the loud buzzing was, we called the police. They said they'd send a squad car out. We decided to go out and investigate anyway. Turns out that for some reason a car's horn randomly started blaring down the street. It was so much louder than any car horn I've ever heard, and it didn't let up. The cop finally arrived and helped unhook the battery. I went to bed thanking God that it wasn't a tsunami.
On Sunday, we met Steve Betz and the Beloved for brunch at this nice little place in Solano Beach. My first Vox meet-up was so fun! Steve and the Beloved were just as awesome as I assumed they would be. Steve didn't drool or anything! We talked like we'd known each other for years (well, I have been neighbors with Steve for almost two years). I'm glad we were able to get together, and hope to do it again soon!
Sunday afternoon was LAZY. Noelle went to meet a friend she hadn't seen in years so I took a nap on her couch and watched some HGTV and hurricane coverage. I read the paper and a few back issues of Star magazine (can Heidi and Spencer Just Go Away?). Noelle came home and we had dinner and then watched National Treasure.
Sunday morning we babysat for a neighbor's young son. We took him to the pool and lazed around there for a bit until I decided it was in my best interests to get back on the road. Nine hours later (STUPID traffic! I love randomly slamming on my brakes for no reason in the middle of nowhere with hundreds of other cars), I made it home. I'll be making the drive again in the beginning of October when I'm meeting Julia down in SoCal for a wedding. Looking forward to that trip too!
Me and Noelle on the beach in beautiful San Diego!
On a whim, I've decided to go down to San Diego to visit my friend Noelle for the long weekend.
I just have one word: YAAAAAAAAAAAY.
That is all.
Many moons ago (actually, slightly over a year), I posted about the License Plate Game. That post, in fact, was [TIG] back when it meant something.
At that point my mother and I were at License Plate #500, and oh-so-very excited to be that far along.
Today I found 999, thus ending this game. I just about broke into a dance in the parking lot of the post office. I called my mom and she squealed a bit. We are so excited to be DONE.
The License Plate Game took us slightly over two years to play. A two year game! Back in October of 06, I decided that we would be finished with the LPG in July of 08. So close!
Anyway, I'm now going to STOP looking at license plates. I am going to be a safe, responsible driver.
Actually, come to think of it, I think the real accomplishment here is not finding 000 through 999 on license plates. I think it's that neither my mom nor I crashed our cars while playing.
Oh, and I lost The (other) Game. Crap.
We'll miss you, Nick!
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