party all the time
Sunday, dec. 10, 2006 | 0 comments
I thought one of the only good things about getting old was the wisdom it brings. But I’m 36 years worth of old and I still don’t know how to drink right. I just spent the last fifteen hours oscillating between slowly dying on the couch and slowly dying on the bathroom floor, all thanks to the world’s worst hangover. And yes I know I already had a hangover this week, though that episode felt like a sweet baby deer’s kiss compared to today’s humble-a-thon. Happy holidays!
I wasn’t able to even think about food until just a few hours ago, and the only thing that sounded remotely edible was a peanut-butter-and-banana sandwich, and Tap Ramen, and a towering Coke. Because that’s what 36 year-old ladies eat after they hurl the day away like a giddy college girl.
nothing but the tooth
Saturday, dec. 9, 2006 | 0 comments
Just look what Caroleen got me at the CCA craft fair today!
another hangover, another book sighting, another burning want
Friday, dec. 8, 2006 | 0 comments
Ooow, it turns out that fine champagne (the only kind you’ll ever find at a fete hostessed by the inimitable Liz Dunn) makes its way down the gullet with disturbing ease, then it hangs a sharp U-turn and goes right to your head. And then it loosens its cummerbund, kicks off its shoes, and settles into that soft, pink spot right behind your eyeballs and promptly gets down to the dirty business of pain. Almost a full day has passed since I bubbled down — a calm, quiet day with no sudden movements — and yet I’m still feeling the horrible fragility that is the champagne hangover.
If I didn’t have such a rotten headache, I would be squealing over the new-found fact that my book is now available at Urban Outfitters’ online store (in addition to its in-the-fleshedness). I must say, it’s such a thrill to see my little book all done up in multiple views, just like a real item in a real internet store:
I’ve also spent much of today internal-squealing over the Lola “cargo bag” from Bungalow360. I want this bag so ferociously bad, it makes my heart sweat. But…which version? The fierce and firry tree fabric one?
Or should I head into deeply cute fish fabric territories?
It almost makes me mad, being forced to choose between two such glorious options like this. It’s like pitting chocolate against hamburgers, or the smell of chimney smoke versus the sound of kittens purring. It can’t be done! Not with this champagne-damaged noggin it can’t. Oh how I gently shake my fist at you, Bungalow360!
having a ball
Thursday, dec. 7, 2006 | 0 comments
The reading was so fun! Fancy cheeses, god-made cookies, fresh margaritas, pomegranate champagnes, and the oldest dog that ever was — it was out of control! And so many pals were there: Angela, Jordan, Eli, Chris, Andrew, Barb, Anna, Trevor, Heidi Meredith, Heidi Pollock, Liz, Michele, Matty, Adrienne, Lori, Laura, Scout, Megan, Julia, Addison, Rebekah, Stephen, Jessica, whew, plus a bunch of new friends, including the amazing Stephen Elliott and Daniel Handler, wow, as well as one incredibly nice and pretty Jennie, who came to the reading simply because she read about it on these very pages — I so love it when that happens. Hurrah for new friends! I drank many delicious drinks and ate grapes and signed lots of books, and it was a truly great time. They really put on a classy act at the Candystore, and I am one very lucky thing to have such lovely opportunities and such present (and so very presentable) friends. Happy, happy! Lucky, lucky!
And then cut to me, at 5am this morning, wide awake and awash in shame, panic, and regret because…because…I hadn’t publicly thanked the Candystore at the end of my reading? Because what if my slideshow didn’t make any sense? Because sometimes drinking drinks just makes you wake up at 5am awash in shame and panic and regret? Whatever the reason, I definitely woke up on the wrong, bad, crab-apple cove side of the bed this morning. So I went off to this AM meeting I had scheduled in downtown Berkeley, and then I decided to walk off my disgrunts and worries. At first I was going to simply tool around Berkeley for awhile, but after I got going, it felt so good, I just went whee-whee-whee all the way home, all six-point-however many miles.
My “march back to sanity” march took me the full length of College Avenue. And let me tell you, they really went all-out on the Holiday decorations this year:
I’m not quite sure you can see it in these strange, strained photos that my cell phone can’t help but take, but each tree in Rockridge has been festooned with one, solitary red ball. Marco and I actually saw the guy putting these up a few weeks ago, and at the time, I thought that he was just doing one color at a time. Surely someone would be by later with the green balls, followed by the gold balls, and then the silver? But no, that was it. Just…one ball for each tree. Did they run out of funding or something? If so, maybe a better plan would be to fully decorate each fifth tree and leave the others blank. That would be better, right? Instead of this row of sad, sad Charlie Brown goose-egg trees? Though, like so many things I complain about, I’m beginning to wonder mid-fume if maybe the approach that so riles me is actually way more awesomer. Yeah actually, I think I’m going to withdraw this complaint, and instead offer my congratulations: hats off to you, Rockridge, for having the balls to go uniball this year! And hats off too to my marathon stroll, for stomping the irrational regrets right out of me.
Now Marco and I are off to another champagne-pumped event. The non-stop train of holiday woo has officially chugged into gear!
more words on: sleep book
sip-sliding reminder!
Wednesday, dec. 6, 2006 | 0 comments
Remember not to forget tonight’s drink-fueled reading! That’s right, TONIGHT! From 7 to 9! The puppy-and-pony show part will probably start at around 7:30, so just as soon as that whistle blows, come and get it whet at the Candystore (on 16th at Valencia)!
CU there, QTs!