Well, we didn't BBQ on Memorial Day but don't blame us! Or our lack of a BBQ! Point your finger at the sky and curse this g.d. weather that can't make up it's damn mind already. Thursday it was sunny, then suddenly rainy and then Friday copied that. Saturday was sunny but cold somehow, Sunday was gorgeous. Monday was overcast and chilly and then sunny in quick spurts. I blame the sky. As always. Dang you sky for costing us a cookout!
But who cares? You all ate an extra ear of corn for me, right? And anyway, I overindulged on a sloppy joe at Bird's because... well, because I could. And it was deeee-lishus!
Saturday, we went with friends to see Ironman (that's pass #2 for me) because they hadn't seen it. It was pretty good the second time through also. Just so you know. Although don't skimp on the sour watermelons. I cannot stress this enough. Having an empty candy bag half-way through is a bum chicken if I ever saw one!
On Sunday, I went and got my hair whacked off and Ryan had band practice and then we jetted up to LA to see a show at UCB. Zach and Mimi had seen this show before and insisted that we not miss it. And who am I to argue? Sunday night's show was the Full House "reunion" show and it was hilarious. It was a reunion of the behind-the-scenes crew and cast members of Full House. There was a writer's assistant, a set guy, the composer, Tanny Danner (on whom the show was based) and the stunt coordinator. We watched a highlight reel, which included one of the "very special episodes" where we learned that teasing hurts and it's no fun to be teased. We knew this because Stephanie made fun of a kid from school by calling him "duckface" and it really hurt his feelings bad. After we all nodded and felt that we had learned our lesson, Duckface himself came out on stage! The actor who played Duckface (Whit Hertford) joined the panelists and then we all together watched the Episode Where The Family Goes to a Beach Boys Concert, which is quite possibly the worst episode in the history of television. And shizz man, those Beach Boys cannot act! Their lines were "Hi, we're the Beach Boys" and I didn't buy it. Anyway, we heard about how portions of this episode were filmed on a flatbed truck going 85mph and some scenes were entirely underwater (stunts aplenty!). We also heard right from Tanny Danner how the concept of the show evolved -- from his real life of letting 3 buddies move in with him to cover bad gambling debts to the house full of children and brothers-in-law that we'd come to watch on TV for 8 seasons. Whit Hertford mentioned that he's available to play Danny DaVito's lesbian sister, if anyone is looking to cast it. The composer introduced us to some of his failed jingles (all beginning with "what ever happened to ______? Milkman, the paperboy, evening TV?"). It was fantastic. As always, a boatload of pictures can be found on Flickr [in a separate UCB set].
After THAT we went over to Susina's and had a bounty of cookies (I ain't lyin! Photographic proof is here!), which by "bounty" I mean "bellyache". We scored the last few Cherry Bombs (yay!) and now I am craving them all over again... sigh... ALSO: it was Towel Day (you didn't forget until midnight like us, did you?) and so we wore our towels and watched Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Now the debate is who do I love more? Mos Def? Zooey Deschanel? Martin Freeman? Marvin?
On Monday, we slept in, went out to breakfast (where every single part of our order was wrong, just a comedy of errors), and then I was going to head off for Disneyland but lovely Miss Kate had some important stuff come up so we skipped out on that and just hung out. Bought some comics, watched some movies, read some books, played some Puzzle Bobble. Y'know, all the stuff that everyone else was doing, sans the BBQ and hot dogs and swim trunks.
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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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Since this Friday will be chock full of toilet scrubbing and general house prep for Shaina's graduation party, I will have no good stories to post. So instead, we rewind to last Friday...
My work computer is having some hiccups and so I called desk-side support and the closest available tech group is in Glendale, which is like 75 miles away from here, north of LA. So I took the afternoon to drive up there (2.5 hours, thank you very much) and even though the guy was unhelpful to a startling degree, I was able to swing back through LA to spend the night with my peoples.
Driving through LA is awesome. Yeah, it's trafficky and overwhelming, but you can see the most fantastic stuff on the streets.
I met up with Adam at his house and was able to get the #1 Grade A Primo parking space and then he and I set off in search of sheet music for his sister's wedding. I was frankly surprised that there was such a thing as a sheet music store but lo and behold, there it was. And it was practically empty. But don't despair, they had the Doogie Howser MD theme song music (whew).
The store owner was NO help (a theme!) and was incredibly bitter about "this is the way the world is now! You pay me and I'll download the sheet music for you." Sorry flagging sheet music business, but no thanks. We didn't find anything useful, so we left and Adam pointed at the radio and proclaimed it His Day in Music. Indie 103.1 can be VERY hit or miss (it's "indie" because the staff can play whatever they want, which can be a tribal song or a polka classic) but Friday was Adam's Day and they played favorite after favorite. As we got in the car they played [I swear] 3 good tunes in a row. That's when we knew that Adam was channeling The Secret and so we had to press forward. He asked if I'd be up for sneaking a pre-dinner cupcake (pshaw!) and we agreed that Sprinkles is the biggest rip-off perpetrated on bakery fans since... I dunno? Foccaccia? Don't buy the hype! They're NOT THAT GOOD! So we went to a tried and true cupcake spot - Joan's on Third.
We were meeting Ryan and Kate at a restaurant for dinner, but we still had about 20 minutes so we decided to go for the gluttony and sneak in a cupcake with the full knowledge that we would be caught. We had a brief moment of guilt and so Adam decided that we'd drive by and if there was a parking spot directly in front of Joan's then we would go in. We pulled up and got THE BEST spot, right in front of the door and it had money on the meter! A sign!
The selection at Joan's is to die for. I chose a chocolate cupcake with maple frosting -- and not JUST maple, but maple marshmallow. Adam went more conservative and chose a vanilla cupcake with raspberry filling topped with raspberry chocolate curls on top.
We were giddy about the whole thing and decided that the crumbs would fall where they may and we'd leave them. In our hair, on our clothes, in the car - who cares? I guess it was the thrill of being caught. ha ha! Only Ryan called while I was ordering my cupcake and he had missed his bus and then "wait - did you just say chocolate maple? What are you doing?" Whoops! So we jumped in the car and started greedily shoveling cake into our faces and Kate sent a text saying she was at the restaurant. Whoops! Adam dropped me off at my car, so I could go meet Kate and he jetted down the street to pick up Ryan. As I was getting in my car, the whole lid of my cupcake fell off into the street. I actually yelled (!) my disappointment. All that glorious marshmallow gone to waste! And through some miracle of geometric physics and spatial equations it flew out of the car and not a drop landed on the interior. I shoved the whole cupcake stump into my mouth and ate like a banshee. It was awesome.
I headed over to Lala's to meet Kate and we noticed that next door to the restaurant was the fanciest bong store in the world. We had to stop and peek in the windows because it was like an arthouse. Glass floating shelves, tasteful spot lighting. It was like a modern art piece reflecting society's posh treatment of drug abuse. Or something. In any case, it was funny. Then the boys came wandering over fresh from their awesome parking spot (see? The Secret works!) and we headed inside to gorge ourselves on Provaleta, which is melted provolone cheese in a hot hot skillet. See how the underside gets all cooked and brown? And the top part is stringy melty goodness? Heaven in a cast iron.
After overfilling ourselves with fresh bread and chimmichurri, we headed over to the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre to see Freak Dance: The Forbidden Dirty Boogaloo which is a comedy musical that takes you down to the streets, where dancing is what dancing is all about! It was FANTASTIC. Even though Matt Besser didn't perform, we all laughed until we nearly barfed. Seriously, really, very very good. Check out a video of the dance-off on YouTube. After a brief intermission, we headed back inside for the Match Game Live! featuring several of my favorite current comedians (Paul F. Tompkins, I love you! Paul Scheer don't run away from me!) AND a bonus: Matt Walsh and his moustache! The comedians were awesome, even though the contestants were duds. We laughed so much. Paul F. Tompkins! I love you!
My work computer is having some hiccups and so I called desk-side support and the closest available tech group is in Glendale, which is like 75 miles away from here, north of LA. So I took the afternoon to drive up there (2.5 hours, thank you very much) and even though the guy was unhelpful to a startling degree, I was able to swing back through LA to spend the night with my peoples.
Driving through LA is awesome. Yeah, it's trafficky and overwhelming, but you can see the most fantastic stuff on the streets.
I met up with Adam at his house and was able to get the #1 Grade A Primo parking space and then he and I set off in search of sheet music for his sister's wedding. I was frankly surprised that there was such a thing as a sheet music store but lo and behold, there it was. And it was practically empty. But don't despair, they had the Doogie Howser MD theme song music (whew).
The store owner was NO help (a theme!) and was incredibly bitter about "this is the way the world is now! You pay me and I'll download the sheet music for you." Sorry flagging sheet music business, but no thanks. We didn't find anything useful, so we left and Adam pointed at the radio and proclaimed it His Day in Music. Indie 103.1 can be VERY hit or miss (it's "indie" because the staff can play whatever they want, which can be a tribal song or a polka classic) but Friday was Adam's Day and they played favorite after favorite. As we got in the car they played [I swear] 3 good tunes in a row. That's when we knew that Adam was channeling The Secret and so we had to press forward. He asked if I'd be up for sneaking a pre-dinner cupcake (pshaw!) and we agreed that Sprinkles is the biggest rip-off perpetrated on bakery fans since... I dunno? Foccaccia? Don't buy the hype! They're NOT THAT GOOD! So we went to a tried and true cupcake spot - Joan's on Third.
We were meeting Ryan and Kate at a restaurant for dinner, but we still had about 20 minutes so we decided to go for the gluttony and sneak in a cupcake with the full knowledge that we would be caught. We had a brief moment of guilt and so Adam decided that we'd drive by and if there was a parking spot directly in front of Joan's then we would go in. We pulled up and got THE BEST spot, right in front of the door and it had money on the meter! A sign!
The selection at Joan's is to die for. I chose a chocolate cupcake with maple frosting -- and not JUST maple, but maple marshmallow. Adam went more conservative and chose a vanilla cupcake with raspberry filling topped with raspberry chocolate curls on top.
We were giddy about the whole thing and decided that the crumbs would fall where they may and we'd leave them. In our hair, on our clothes, in the car - who cares? I guess it was the thrill of being caught. ha ha! Only Ryan called while I was ordering my cupcake and he had missed his bus and then "wait - did you just say chocolate maple? What are you doing?" Whoops! So we jumped in the car and started greedily shoveling cake into our faces and Kate sent a text saying she was at the restaurant. Whoops! Adam dropped me off at my car, so I could go meet Kate and he jetted down the street to pick up Ryan. As I was getting in my car, the whole lid of my cupcake fell off into the street. I actually yelled (!) my disappointment. All that glorious marshmallow gone to waste! And through some miracle of geometric physics and spatial equations it flew out of the car and not a drop landed on the interior. I shoved the whole cupcake stump into my mouth and ate like a banshee. It was awesome.
I headed over to Lala's to meet Kate and we noticed that next door to the restaurant was the fanciest bong store in the world. We had to stop and peek in the windows because it was like an arthouse. Glass floating shelves, tasteful spot lighting. It was like a modern art piece reflecting society's posh treatment of drug abuse. Or something. In any case, it was funny. Then the boys came wandering over fresh from their awesome parking spot (see? The Secret works!) and we headed inside to gorge ourselves on Provaleta, which is melted provolone cheese in a hot hot skillet. See how the underside gets all cooked and brown? And the top part is stringy melty goodness? Heaven in a cast iron.
After overfilling ourselves with fresh bread and chimmichurri, we headed over to the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre to see Freak Dance: The Forbidden Dirty Boogaloo which is a comedy musical that takes you down to the streets, where dancing is what dancing is all about! It was FANTASTIC. Even though Matt Besser didn't perform, we all laughed until we nearly barfed. Seriously, really, very very good. Check out a video of the dance-off on YouTube. After a brief intermission, we headed back inside for the Match Game Live! featuring several of my favorite current comedians (Paul F. Tompkins, I love you! Paul Scheer don't run away from me!) AND a bonus: Matt Walsh and his moustache! The comedians were awesome, even though the contestants were duds. We laughed so much. Paul F. Tompkins! I love you!
After the show, we were hanging outside chatting (surprise!) and being spied on by the Briantologists and secretly spying on Matt Walsh standing behind us. When he turned to say hello, I bum rushed him with the camera. I neglected the flash, so here's our blurry little souvenier (hi moustache!) from the night.
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