Dec 10

Away from home for Christmas

This is my second Christmas now away from home.  Last year we were a bit more festive: Christmas Eve MB made a yummy past dish, and on Christmas Day, he prepared some lovely cornish game hens with stuffing and a salad.  This year we’ve been very lazy.

Yesterday morning was like any other.  I worked a bit in the morning, then hit the gym.  Five miles, woohoo! For lunch and dinner, we ate random leftovers and at whichever restaurants were open (Mel’s for a late lunch, a Thai place for a late dinner).  We hung out the New People cafe in Japantown for a while.  (Vegan donuts for half price after 5 PM!) I brought my writing but didn’t feel like working so I – dangerously – ended up shopping instead.

All I bought was a $45 super soft sweater.  It’s dark gray and the material is unbelievably soft and cozy and not scratchy.

In the evening caught we caught Tron: Legacy, which wasn’t as bad as the reviews make it out to be.  I mean, a lot of the dialogue was dumb and boring, but there was plenty of action and the special effects were amazing.  Plus the music was super-cool.

There were a surprising number of people at the theater.  Lots of Asians, as I predicted, and at least one person who wanted to get away from her relatives.

“My family is so dysfunctional!” she said to someone on her cell phone.  “I don’t want to hang out with them on Christmas Eve.”

We got home around 11, had our late Thai dinner, and watched an episode of Boardwalk Empire.  We would have liked to have gone to sleep shortly after, but we had trouble with our noisy neighbor yet again.  This time it was her television, which she apparently moved into her bedroom (which of course is right under ours).  It was probably regular volume, but at two, three, four in the morning, regular volume directly under us seems very loud.  MB even stomped on the floor really hard (all 180 pounds of him jumping up and down three times).  The neighbor gave a little screech, then turned the volume down a tiny smidge.

Made no difference.  By 3:30 we decided to give up on sleep and got up for a while.  Finally, at 4:30 she turned off the TV, and we were able to go to bed.  So annoying that we have to schedule our sleep around the habits of a big fucking loser who happens to live below us.

I slept till about 9:30, and got up only because I had a huge craving for coffee and the vegan donuts from New People.  It was so bad, I couldn’t even wait to make new coffee.  I zapped yesterday’s leftover while a new pot percolated.  Still delish and highly effective.

I called my parents to wish them a merry Christmas.  My mother told me that apparently my father is now a huge fan of shopping online.  He hates shopping in real life, but loves ordering things like toasters and water heaters off the internet.  So the Amazon gift card I got him will be put to good use.

Since this morning I’ve been working on a draft of an essay for a travel writing contest due in early January, and jotting down some weekly goals, to help keep them all straight but also so I can cross them off as I complete them.  Check!  Or strikethrough! I should say.

Today is gray and rainy.  All we have planned is possibly checking out this Chinese restaurant we’ve been meaning to try.  Hopefully it’ll be open.

Merry Christmas everyone!

Feb 10

TCOB + Valentine’s Day + CNY

Now that I’ve handed in the essays for the contests I wanted to enter, I have lots of paperwork to take care of.

First off, my writer’s contract.  There’s so much to fill out!  But it gives me assurance that I’ll most likely get paid and that I’m one of their official “vendors.”

The guy who did my taxes suggested I start collecting my writing expenses so I could write them off next year.  I’ll have to go back and see if I had anything from this year.  Then I may start keep a spreadsheet.  (Yay, spreadsheets!)

Also, I got a NY jury duty summons.  I had gotten one back in August but postponed it till February.  I was worried that I’d have to actually fly back to New York, but I called the place and they said I just had to send them evidence that I do indeed live in SF now.  I wrote an anal little cover letter and need to make copies of stuff to send.

I also need to hit the gym and go to yoga.

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Had a nice weekend.  My brother was in town so we got to see him a couple of times.  Otherwise I worked like crazy on my essays and MB played his new guitar all day long.

On Sunday, we were supposed to get dumplings, but didn’t feel like schlepping out to Richmond.  It was such a beautiful day, we decided to walk to Fisherman’s Wharf instead.  It was pretty crowded, but tolerable.

We wanted to eat at that seafood restaurant we tried when we first moved here, but they had an hour and 45 minute wait.  At first we thought forget it, but then decided to put our names down.  We took a leisurely walk out to the water, down this long pier.  The sun was setting, which was beautiful.

“Do you want to take a picture?” MB asked me.

I shook my head.  I find that with sunsets, my photos never live up to the real thing. I prefer to just enjoy it in the moment.

We returned to the restaurant a little early, but our table was already available.  It was such a lovely unplanned Valentine’s Day.  I noticed other couples around the restaurant, all dressed up and formal.  You knew they had been planning this evening for a while (like the young dressed up couple in front of In ‘N Out Burger: “I gave my girl a rose and took her to In ‘N Out!”).

To me, the most highly anticipated events never live up to expectations.  Weddings, anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day.  Why wait till a specific day to celebrate?  Why not just act like that every day?

Anyway, we both got the prix fixe dinner: soup or salad, a fish entree, and dessert.  At $30 it was a little overpriced, but the food was good and the service excellent.  I got the salmon poached in olive oil with rosemary and garlic.


Now I’m hungry.

Yesterday MB had to work so I was on my own.  YP and I had our long-distance photo expedition – the theme: good luck symbols of Chinese New Year – so I hoofed it to Chinatown and took some pics.  I ran into lion dancers and their noisy firecrackers, “bai nian-ing” at businesses.

lion dancer on grant street

Here’s the whole CNY set.

All righty, off to the gym!

Feb 10

Happy Lunar New Year!

Gong xi fa cai, xin nian hao, which of course means good fortune and happy new year!

This year it’s the year of the tiger, which means what, I dunno.  For me it’s significant only because MB and my dad are both tigers, and the last year of the tiger, I was in China, and so much has changed since then.  My marriage and divorce, my cousin’s divorce and remarriage, the birth of her daughter Mia, and a million other things.

MB and I were planning on schlepping out to Richmond for dumplings, but we may feel too lazy and settle for mediocre dumplings around here.  (Here again is my dumpling essay for The Nervous Breakdown, in case you missed it.)  Later we’ll call my parents, another new year tradition.

When we were kids, our mom used to make us call our grandmother, which was torture.  Our Chinese was so rusty, and like robots we’d recite the “good fortune/happy new year” mantra.  Then our grandmother would speak to us in her Shandong accent, we wouldn’t understand, and would squirm till our mother took the phone away.

Being single, then married, then divorced was a strange experience around Chinese New Year.  First I was happily given red envelopes with cash, then happily not, then pityingly given red envelopes again.

This year I figured out the lai see loophole.  Being unmarried, MB and I are both eligible.  Another incentive for never getting hitched.

Dumplings for everyone!

Dec 09

Two french hens

MB and I had a lovely Christmas.

Christmas Eve MB made a yummy pasta dinner with a spicy puttanesca sauce and spicy Italian sausage.  Afterward we just bummed around.  Watched a few episodes of the Ghosthunters marathon, as well as The Empire Strikes Back and part of Return of the Jedi.  Too much TV! MB crashed around one, but I had had Vietnamese coffee in the afternoon so I was up till almost three.

In the morning, we called my parents.  My mom liked the Snuggie though it’s a bit big for her, and sounded happy and not worried for once.  My dad thanked us once again for the wine, then kept MB on the phone for quite a while, just chatting, which makes me laugh because he’s not usually a big talker.

I was also delighted to find out that my father is reading my copy of The Secret History.  I was surprised since he doesn’t usually read contemporary literature.  Such a good book!  He said at first it was boring, but now he’s very interested in unraveling the mystery.

In the afternoon MB and I saw Sherlock Holmes at the Sundance Kabuki theater.  It was packed!  I guess the movies is the place to be on Christmas Day.  The movie was fun but not amazing, not like Avatar.  Robert Downey, Jr. and Jude Law were great, as were the sets, but I didn’t find the storyline too exciting.

My popcorn was delicious though.  Splurge!

For dinner MB cooked up a couple of cornish game hens.  They were smoked but he also bisected them and fried them in peanut oil.  As well there was wild rice and shitaake mushroom stuffing and a lovely arugula and tomato salad.

christmas dinner

Everything was yummy.  Those little hens have a lot of meat on them.  I was only able to eat half of one.

Later in the evening, we wanted some dessert.  We expected to find nothing open, but quite a few restaurants were, surprisingly.  We stopped at the Vietnamese place near us – where we get our evil and delicious cafe filtre – and MB got fried banana a la mode.  By then I decided to be healthy and just had some yogurt instead.

Today most places are open again.  I worked out – yay! – then we had lunch at Mel’s, this kind of cheesy, ’50s style diner on Van Ness.  The food was decent though.  I had pancakes, a fried egg, AND bacon – oink!  Now we’re back at one of our favorite cafes, Wicked Grounds.

I applied for a job this morning.  This art school is looking for a marketing writer.  The idea of doing marketing again isn’t ideal, but it’s writing copy as opposed to developing bullshit strategy.  I’m also going to apply for a temporary librarian job at SFPL.  That may be a better fit for me: it’s no more than twenty hours of week, and I’d be filling in at whatever branch needs a substitute.

Today I need to:

Revise Corporate Celebrations article – For my freelancing gig.  After several years of scheduling a variety of celebrations at my old company, I have plenty of material.

Revise “The Beautiful Girls” – For The Nervous Breakdown.  It’s about my junior high/early high school years, and the friends I had then.

Revise/submit “Buzzed: My Love Affair with Coffee in Nine Parts” – For another publication.

Getting to work!

Dec 09

Walking down Christmas memory lane

santas2Since this will be the first Christmas I’ll be spending away from home since I was in China, I thought it’d be fun to write about the most memorable gifts I got as a kid (and by “most memorable” I mean ones that I actually remember):

Rip-off Barbie – I was about five and wanted a Barbie doll in the worst way. My mother opted for the Christian version.  Instead of a sexy evening gown and long blonde hair, the doll wore a gingham dress with lace and a high collar, and had her hair in a bun.  My mother isn’t religious at all, but she likes a bargain, and I’m sure that doll was on the sale shelf.  I still loved it though.

An embroidery kit – I don’t know why I liked this gift so much. I remember I had no idea what it was, and every day till Christmas, would tear off little pieces of the wrapping paper, trying to guess. You’d think I’d be disappointed – an embroidery kit, after all – but I loved arts and crafts like that.

Koala bear – Does anyone else remember these little stuffed bears that would clasp to things? I don’t know if they have a particular name, and I can’t find any information on them on the internet. All I know is that they were big in the ’80s, and I was really excited to find one in my stocking.

(On a side note, I remember shortly before Christmas, our school had a fair where you could buy junk, like the clingy koala bears. My mother gave me permission to buy two, one for myself and one for my brother. That day they were sold out. Instead of bringing the money home, I bought myself a jewelery box instead. My brother was so disappointed, he started to cry on the bus (he was little, only six or seven), and my mother was PISSED. I still feel bad about it now.

Though I did use that jewelry box for a long time. It was pink and white, and had drawers. I loved it.)

Ballerina jewelry box – Different jewelry box. I wrote to Santa that I wanted one with a wind up ballerina. I got it, but knew it wasn’t from him. The wrapping paper, which was the same as the other gifts, and my aunt’s handwriting on the note – “From Santa” – were dead giveaways.

Perfume – Another stocking stuffer and probably a free gift my mom got with her $15 Clinique purchase, but I was still excited to have something so grown-up. The smell was like lilacs, and to this day when I smell something similar, I feel like I’m that kid again on Christmas day.

’80s bracelets – So the fashion.  I loved my black plastic and gold spangly bracelets, and wore them all the time. The plastic ones also had this cool trick where you would twist them into pretzel, and moments later it would spring open, flying a couple of feet.

Denim vest – This was probably the last Christmas gift that I got really excited about. In junior high, clothes were starting to be really important, but my mother – still frugal – didn’t like to buy me designer stuff too much. So when I got the denim vest with red checkered interior, I was over the moon. I think my mom still wears it now.

Happy holidays, everyone!

Dec 09

Christmas complaining

When I was married, I’d kill myself shopping for the perfect Christmas gifts for my in-laws.  I got real satisfaction out of seeing my mother-in-law regularly wear the comfortable clothes I got her (while my sister-in-law’s fancy angora sweaters sat untouched in a drawer).  Once I surprised my father-in-law with a very nice box for his pen collection.

I didn’t scrimp on my parents either.  For my father nice paints and brushes, and once a fancy wine bottle opener and reusable “cork,” which he still uses now.  For my mother I once got her a “coffee of the month” gift package (every month for a year, she received a pound of coffee with some snacks); another time a very nice watch from Tourneau; and Waterford crystal figurines, which she collected.

I guess I did spend some bucks around Christmastime, but a lot of it was paid for with these bonus cards through my company.  It was really quite convenient.  And I can’t say I was 100% altruistic in my gift giving.  I wanted to impress people, not necessarily by spending a lot of dough but by getting someone the perfect something that they didn’t even know they wanted.

While my in-laws and parents appreciated my gifts, my ex didn’t.  Despite my track record, he always assumed I’d get the wrong thing.  Once while I was looking for something for his mom, I called him to check on her size, and he said, “No cheap stuff for my mom.”  When had I ever gotten her “cheap stuff”?  When I gave my mother the watch, which I had picked out, he said, “We can return it if you don’t like it.”  Wtf?  She loved it and wore it every day for years till recently when she lost it, to her great sadness.

Now I send gifts to my parents and that’s it.  Wine or books always please my father.   My mother is a bit harder to shop for.  Unlike my dad, she doesn’t have too many hobbies, aside from snuggling on the couch watching Korean soap operas.  So what better than a Snuggie?  Besides, our house is always freezing in the wintertime.  I also got her some San Francisco “treats” – a box of Ghiradelli chocolates and coffee from the San Francisco Coffee Roasting Company – and a Macy’s gift card.

While the wine was easy to send since I ordered it online, sending my mom’s present was a pain in the neck.  It’s my own fault for waiting so long.  First I went to the post office, but there was a line out the door, and two people working.  Two!  At the P.O. near Grand Central in New York, they always had several people working, and another person going up and down the line, seeing if people needed supplies or could use the self-serve postal machine.  While this post office near me now is much smaller, it’s the holidays.  You need more than two people working on the Friday before Christmas at lunchtime.

After five minutes of the line not moving, I gave up and went to Office Depot.  You can get shipping supplies and ship via UPS right there.  Sounds easier than it was.  The girl’s computer was incredibly slow.  Each action took about five minutes.  Plus she kept “updating” me – “It’s logging in now, it’s still logging in, it’s logging in” – yes, I got it the first five times you told me.  The whole transaction took thirty minutes, when normally it should take five.

Then after all that, I decided not to do it.  It was incredibly expensive to ship.  For the Wednesday before Christmas, it was over $50!  “And it’s no guarantee,” the girl said.  Whaaaa?  Then why put a date there at all?  She said it’d be a guarantee if delivered on Sunday or Monday, which would cost over a $100.  That’s just insane!

So I canceled my order and went to FedEx.  I figured if I was going to pay that much, at least I’d want to know for sure that it was going to be delivered.  For Wednesday GUARANTEED delivery FedEx was $37.  Still a pretty price to pay, but not bad for right before Christmas and compared to UPS.  Of course if I had been more organized, I could have sent it via postal service for much cheaper, but oh well.

All that trouble for one gift.  I can’t imagine having a bunch to send.  Next year I’m doing everything online.

Dec 09

Early Xmas

My Mac finally died yesterday.  I was in the middle of writing a blog post when I heard a strange clicking noise.  I went to get my USB key to back up my latest essays.  By the time I came back, the whole system had frozen.

It’s happened before.  The little color wheel will just spin and spin.  Usually shutting it off and turning it back on fixes it.  Not this time.  Nor did taking out the battery and putting it back in, and turning it on and shutting it off a couple of more times.  I texted MB: I think my computer is toast.

Luckily since the spilled water disaster, I’ve been regularly backing up my files.  The only things I failed to back up were the two latest essays I’ve been working on, but I have old versions, as well as hard copies of my final edits.  I also lost a list of essay ideas, but those are also in my little Moleskin notebook.

MB called me back and we discussed computer options.  I had already decided I wanted a PC, if only because it’s cheaper and programs like Word seem more stable.  It’s only been on a Mac that Word suddenly shuts down.  I liked the little laptop that my brother had.  That to carry around, plus a bigger monitor and keyboard to use at home seemed like the best option.  MB said he’d do some research.

In the meantime, I hand edited one of my essays and jotted down the blog post I lost when my computer went kablooey.  I wondered how long I’d have to wait till I had a computer again.  Another day?  Two?

When I came out of the gym, I had two missed calls and a text from MB.  “Merry Xmas!” the text said along with a picture of my new computer!


I’m working on it now.  It’s small and light, and will be great for bringing to cafes.  It does take some getting used to though – I keep doing the two finger scrolling Mac action.

Now what will I get MB for Christmas?

Nov 09

Long Thanksgiving recap

Between madly finishing NaNoWriMo and traveling back from L.A., here finally is my Thanksgiving recap.


While my brother, Greg, was at work, MB and I had lunch at El Pollo Loco, my first time. It wasn’t too bad. I got these grilled chicken burrito thingies. Afterwards we attempted to walk around, but it was too sunny for me so we ducked into a Starbuck’s till Greg got back.

That afternoon Greg did some prep work for Thanksgiving dinner. That’s right: he was cooking everything. A brined turkey, homemade cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, and stuffing. Yum!

That night we saw Ninja Assassin. The action sequences were cool, but it took forever to get started. Plus I was hungry the whole time. Luckily afterwards Greg brought us to a great Korean place, where we all had variations of sun dubu chigae, or spicy tofu stew.


We were out early to head over to my uncle’s. While he and his family were out of town, my parents and younger aunt came to stay with my grandmother, Puo-puo. My older aunt was supposed to come down too, but she changed her mind at the last minute. This is the aunt who although she lives in California sees her mother the least. She’s also the one who made a stink about getting her “share” when my grandmother’s house in Berkeley was sold, although all the siblings had agreed that the money would go to paying for the nurse who cares for Puo-puo 24/7.

Right before we went down to L.A., I got an email from this aunt saying happy Thanksgiving. Being the polite niece that I am, I wrote back saying I was sorry we wouldn’t be able to see her, I was looking forward to seeing the family, and to have a nice holiday herself. She wrote back two messages within hours of each other.

The first said she talked to my mom and felt left out about missing Turkey Day with us, and that she was a bad daughter for not seeing her mother in over a year. (Well, then go see her.) The second one said simply that while she felt left out, thinking about how much space there was at my uncle’s house, it was just impossible for her to go. Did she not think she sent the first one? Did she forget? Weird.

Then my younger aunt told me how last Thanksgiving, this older aunt came down Tuesday night with plans to stay for a week or so, and by Thanksgiving Day was rescheduling her flight to go home earlier.

As I’ve said before, I don’t really get why she’s like this. It’s not like she has to do much to take care of Puo-puo. The nurse does everything, and my younger aunt or mother took over only when the nurse ate her lunch or dinner.

Speaking of lunch, we had delicious Chinese food my mom and aunt cooked:

traditional chinese lunch

MB who doesn’t even eat pork gobbled up those dumplings like there was no tomorrow.

Then while my dad, MB, and I lazed around the living room, and my mom and aunt hovered around giving unsolicited advice, my brother cooked. The turkey, before:

turkey, before

And the turkey after:

turkey, after

Delicious as always! This was the first time my father had my brother’s cooking, and he was extremely surprised. He kept saying over and over, “The turkey’s so good, the stuffing’s so good.” Even my grandmother, who hardly eats anything now, scarfed down some mashed potatoes and stuffing.

Puo-puo has changed immensely in the past few years. My chubby laughing grandmother has become an emaciated old woman I barely recognize. She can’t talk now or even make facial expressions. I have no idea if she knew who I was. She’s also lost some teeth and her hair, once black and permed, is now white and gray and lays flat on her head. When I first saw her, she did reach for my hand several times, but I’m still not sure if she knew me. My cousin Huang Lei was sad too when she saw Puo-puo. Tearfully she held her hands and spoke to her in Chinese.

Puo-puo seemed to see people though. For instance, throughout the evening she kept staring at MB. I had tried introducing him, but I don’t know if it registered. She kept eyeing him like, “Who’s this white guy in my house?” She also watched Mia, Huang Lei and Shane’s three-year old daughter, with great interest.

Mia was hilarious. After she got comfortable, she kept trying to get MB and my brother to play hide ‘n seek with her. They did for a while then got tired. At one point she decided she was mad. She kept crossing her arms (or trying to) and standing near us with a pout. A few minutes later, she came back and said, “I’m not mad anymore. I’m happy. Let’s play hide ‘n seek,” then grabbed MB’s hand and tried to pull him up.

mia and the feast

After the meal, we hung out watching some silly Chinese variety show before finally getting ready to leave. I knew my parents were sad to see us go. I encouraged them to visit us in the spring, after we moved into a new, bigger place.


After a relaxing morning, we headed out to lunch at the Curry House. As though we hadn’t enough food already, we had no problem scarfing down our delicious curry dishes. I got the curry katsu:

curry katsu again

Afterwards we drove out to Venice, walked on the boardwalk, and down Abbot-Kinney Street. Along the way we saw some cool graffiti:

graffiti cone, venice beach

The Venice Canals:

canals in venice, ca

And some crazy Barbies:

crazy barbie dolls

In the afternoon we headed out to Huang Lei and Shane’s. It was fun chatting with them and playing with Mia again, who kept taking pictures as we took pictures:

mia the photographer

Most of her pictures were of her finger.


Our flight wasn’t till after 8 PM so we had the whole morning to relax. We had brunch at Hugo’s, then took the Metro out to Hollywood. The L.A. mass transit system is weird. There are turnstiles set up but you can walk around them. Then the tickets are checked only sporadically.

Hollywood was pretty crowded. We walked around a bit, had some Beard Papa’s, then headed back to my brother’s to chill before our flight. As we packed MB found a letter opener I forgot about in the black suitcase I had been using for months. Who knows how many times that got through security.

Check in at Burbank was so easy. There was almost no one there though our flight was full.

By ten we were home. Yay!

~ ~ ~

I’m glad to be back in the routine of writing, but I also need to get my butt to the gym more often. I know I’ve gained eight to ten pounds in the last couple of years. I’d love to get that weight off.

Nov 09

Update on the Mac + L.A.

My laptop seems to have recovered my clumsy drenching.  We let out it dry out for more than twenty-four hours, then Monday night MB thought it safe to turn it on and get my files backed up on a USB.  Then we shut it off and let it air out for another twelve hours.  Tuesday morning I started to use it, and so far it’s been okay.

“If you start to smell ozone,” MB said, “shut it off.”

No strange odors as of yet.

In other news, MB and I are in LA at my brother’s.  I was dreading the trip to the airport and getting through security, but it wasn’t so bad.  Although we hit some traffic in the taxi, we got to SFO well before boarding.  There was a line for security, but it moved quickly.

After all my trips to SF in September, I’m an expert now in terms of getting through security quickly.  Before I even get on line, I take out my laptop and stuff my jacket in a bag.  I also have my cosmetics in a an easy to get to pocket, and try to wear shoes without laces.  Then at the end, I don’t bother trying to take everything out of the bins.  I just consolidate my stuff in one bin and take it with me to the side, out of the way of the line.

A trick to getting around paying for a checked bag: hand it to the guy at the last minute right before you board.  Then when you get off, it’s right there waiting for you instead of on the carousel.  This probably only works with bags small enough to be carry on, but a good solution if there’s not enough overhead space.

The flight was very short, just an hour.  By the time I finished looking at the ridiculous things in the Sky Mall magazine, drank a tomato juice, and read some of Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, we were landing.  Our plane was small so we got off lickety split.

Getting through Burbank is a breeze.  The airport is so tiny, we walked just a few feet before getting outside, and then just a few minutes later, my brother pulled up.

We were a little hungry so had In-N-Out Burgers.  Thing was I wasn’t that hungry so those were calories I definitely didn’t need. :(

It’s weird to be in LA and not have to deal with a time change.  I have to keep reminding myself there’s no time difference between where I am and where I was.

My brother had a comfy air mattress for us – which sadly is bigger than the bed in our sublet – but I kept waking up.  I think it was the vanilla latte I had yesterday afternoon.  No coffee today after 12 PM.

My bro had to work half a day today so MB and I are just chilling, working on our respective stuff.  This afternoon we’ll probably pick up a few items, then start preparing stuff for tomorrow.

Nov 09

Halloween 2009. . .thank God it’s over

Is it me or does Halloween seem more and more like New Year’s?  All the pressure, the build-up, the preparation, then – wah wah waaaah. Maybe that’s Halloween in San Francisco.

MB and I went to a party last night.  Between that and what we saw on the street, here’s my list of the Best and Worst Costumes for Halloween 2009.

Most Authentic

1950s milkman – From his cap, to the insignia above his left pocket, to his bike, this guy was the real deal.  Aside from his iPhone.

Most Subtle

House – At the party MB saw someone he knew.  “But I don’t remember him having a cane,” he said.  “Maybe he hurt himself.”  As we were talking, the guy suddenly pulled out a prescription bottle and offered us meds.  “No thanks!” we said, thinking, What a weirdo!  Suddenly, it dawned on me: “You’re House!” I cried.  Dehr.


Burger King Guy – That mask combined with the guy’s tallness and long cape was the epitome of creepiness.

Most ’80’s

Evil Johnny Lawrence from The Karate Kid – From his Cobra Kai karate uniform to his feathery blond wig, the guy epitomized the ’80s for me.


Knights from Monty Python and the Holy Grail – They got the costumes down to the clomping of horses’ hooves.


The Naked Cowboy – This Asian dude had no problem going around in just his skivvies, a hat, a guitar, and his boots.  More power to him.


Five-way Tie:

  • Every girl who woke up and said, “I’m going as slutty this year.”
  • The guy who wrote BOOK on his face (we all saw that episode of The Office).
  • Every guy who wore regular clothes and a giant afro wig.
  • Doctors (come ON!).
  • The slutty girls (they deserve two spots).

As for me and MB, our costumes weren’t the best, but at least we tried.  MB went as a douchebag founder (picture many pink pop-up collars, flip flops with jeans, and throwing fake money everywhere), and I went as Amelia Earhart.  MB would like to remain anonymous, so here is photographic evidence of me:


I wish I could have gotten a full-length.  My regular old boots with my regular old capris worked suprisingly well together.  That hat was REALLY warm, by the way.  I could only wear it for five minutes at a time.

As for the party itself, it was pretty fun, but I got real tired around midnight.  Yes, I’m old!  We took a cab home and watched the rest of the Ghosthunters marathon, a much more fun Halloween to me.