So after that downer of a previous post, I think I'm ready to resume my usual blather about TV, shopping and stupid things that chap my hide.
Last night I came home from work a little frazzled, and decided it would be a good time to get caught up on America's Next Top Model and What About Brian. (No. I still haven't worked through my 5+ weeks of hoarded stuff on TiVo and I don't think I ever will, as long as I am a person with regular monthly expenses and daily obligations.) So anyway, in this week's episode of What About Brian, our title character, his woman, friend Adam and neighbor girl find themselves enjoying an impromptu dinner at Jar. Jar is a place you go on the spur of things? I mean one moment Brian and Bridget are lying in bed talking Tiki Thai, and the next they're at Jar? For me, Jar is a place I take my boyfriend on his birthday, a place whose menu I salivate over for days after making the reservation, and drop more on a steak dinner than any other time, ever. I realize Adam had just made partner, but still...
I don't care for most of the latest bevy of beauties on ANTM. I like Brittany, but I'm really not impressed with Cycle 8. Renee: please shrink your head and don't mention that you are doing this for your son until you are at least a few more photo shoots into the competition. And Jaslene? You need to eat a little something. Soon. And Sarah, please may you soon no longer be on the road to becoming America's Next Top Model. Why am I still watching this show?
How about some daily life complaint news? Something that really annoys me is going to the doctor, being called in to strip down to nothing to don the paper robe, (did I say robe? I meant rectangle) and then being left on the examining table for almost 30 minutes in a hot, stuffy, poorly ventilated room, sweating profusely, with no reading material for distraction. There is limited enjoyment to be gleaned from reading the drawer and cupboard labels in the examining room, trust me. I understand that there are busy days at the ob/gyn. And I don't mind waiting--I'd just prefer to do it fully clothed in the waiting room with a stack of issues of Lucky and Real Simple at my fingertips. And people to watch.
I'm back on the bus. For how much longer, I'm not sure. This is definitely the year I finally suck it up and buy a car. Anyway, I knew I was really and truly back in the swing of things when I sat across from a woman who repeated "It's Friday tomorrow. Isn't that nice?" over and over and over and over again until she disembarked. I suppose there are worse mantras to chant on the bus. A friend of mine once found himself on a bus in San Francisco seated next to a man who lit a cigarette and told him that once he was finished with the cigarette, he was going to kill him. I'll take the Happy Friday thing over that any day.
In the next 6 weeks, two of my best friends in the world are coming to L.A. for the first time since I've lived here. (Well, that's not true. One of them came here for work during one of my epic trips to South Africa, so I missed her.) I am very excited, and need to start planning some show-off itineraries for them, since San Francisco and New York are their cities. I already showed another friend who came to visit earlier this year all kinds of things. One being the reality that you can spend a day on foot in L.A.
Speaking of walking, I miss my iPod. Sigh.
And finally, I am studying for the GRE as I am thinking I might want to apply to grad school. A few years past the most desirable juncture to do so, but oh well. The idea is very much at zygote stage, so no-one hold their breath. I will keep you posted. But I swear, solving for x and y when you are quite a few years out of high school is not fun. I have total White Noise Brain when it comes to math. If I see an exponent, or a square root sign, I panic and get nothing but fuzziness from ear to ear.
