05
Sep 08

School days

Classes started this week. This semester I’m taking the last of my required courses, Information Technology and Information Sources and Services.

I know several people in Information Technology, including that crazy old bat from one of my first classes, who also happens to be in my group. Dammit! That’s what I get for arriving late the first day.

The teacher has a sort of negative reputation. Rumor has it he’s made people cry. But keeping that in mind, he doesn’t seem too bad so far. Also, I’m glad I took that web design class over the summer – I’m used to trying to follow someone who’s going very quickly. And he’s not going to stop to help anyone out, that’s for sure. First class he had us save a web page as a .htm, no biggie, but the old bat couldn’t do it. She interrupted saying, “Can you help me?” and he said, “No, I’m sorry, I can’t. There just isn’t time.” Kind of mean but also kind of awesome.

We won’t be using Dreamweaver or Photoshop in this class; he wants us to code by hand. That’s fine by me. So far I find writing HTML easier than using Dreamweaver.

My other class was yesterday, and lasted all of 40 minutes. The teacher had some minor emergency (a sick daughter), and the class was sort of blah. I was surprised to see that about 3/4’s were newbies. I recognized just one person.

Oh, and the A/C hasn’t been working properly in the classrooms. It has been positively roasting.

In other news I just booked our train tickets for SG’s wedding in DC at the end of the month. Yay, SG! Should be fun. I still haven’t decided on a hotel. I’m tempted to book a more expensive one since it’ll be just one night, but I want to discuss it with MB first.

Next week I was supposed to go up to Connecticut for a tour of one of our facilities, but that night I have class. I thought I could just catch a slightly earlier train to get back in time, but there isn’t one. There’s one that gets in at 6 – class is at 6:30 – but that’s cutting it too close, I think. Amtrak’s usually late.

MB is auditioning for music school today – in fact, he’s auditioning right now. This is something he has always wanted to do, and with the severance package, he’s able to. Of course this doesn’t stop the ‘rents from asking every two seconds when he’s going to start looking for a job. Grrr! He is not your son or son-in-law!!! I do think it’s sweet that they are already starting to think of him as a son, but they need to lay off, for reals. We have more than enough to live on, and right now we want to pursue our dreams, which do not currently involve buying a condo or house.

It has been soooo quiet at work lately. It’s lovely to have all this time to myself to plug along on my projects, but it’s also too easy to get unmotivated.


21
Jul 08

A Boston kind of weekend

It was a hot one, and there’s no escaping the heat wave here as well. The SoCal-like weather from the past few weeks was too good to be true.

Friday I left work earlier than usual, 12:30, and caught my one PM train just in the nick of time. I was able to get a window seat, but it was still pretty crowded, and somehow I ended up near a bunch of kids. At first I was dreading how the ride would be, but the kids were mostly well-behaved and cute. Plus my iPod drowned them out.

I had brought a bunch of schoolwork but did none of it. Instead I daydreamed and slept, and had a hot dog and coffee at about three. A weird combination but delicious all the same.

The train got in about 5:45, half an hour late. I went straight to ES’s house (I’m glad I still remember where it is!), where I found her napping. :) I don’t blame her. By Friday I’m pretty pooped myself.

For dinner we went to this Tibetan place nearby. I’ve never had Tibetan before and found that it was kind of a Indian/Chinese mix. We had curry beef with potatoes and mango noodles. The noodles were good, as was the curry sauce, but the beef could have been more tender.

Afterwards we walked around Davis Square. It was Art Beat this weekend, and so that night there was some live music. But what we caught was awful: some band from Italy that featured lots of bagpipes. We started near it, but decided we preferred to chat instead, so we found a bench and yakked until it started to rain.

A visit to Boston wouldn’t be complete without some ice cream. When the downpour started, we dashed over to an ice cream place and got some “Green Monster” – mint ice cream with crushed Oreo cookies – to share. I got a “small” but even with the both of us eating, we couldn’t finish it.

For the rest of the night, we just hung out at ES’s place. I watched TV, a nice treat now that I don’t have one, while she went through some photos. It was hilarious to look at the iPhoto Booth ones she, IS, and I took during one of my visits.

We went to sleep not too late, around midnight, and the next morning I was wide awake at 7:30 (not the case today, that’s for sure). I think I’m used to getting up at that time, and also ES’s blinds were up in the living room, letting in the natural light. Either way I was glad to able to get some homework in before ES got up.

We left the house at about noon, and attempted to walk around the arts festival. “Attempted” because the heat was really unbearable. After a little while we ducked into this crepe place and sat there chatting for two hours.

We eventually got back outside, and at that part of the day, after 3, it was less oppressive. ES knew someone in a band that was playing so we went over to listen to them. They did kids’ music, and it was cute to see all the little ones dancing and singing and almost getting electrocuted by the wires and speakers. Awww.

After that we checked out the booths. We were both on a hunt for jewelry. I saw a couple of necklaces I liked, but I wasn’t 100% sure about them so I let them go. ES thought about getting some earrings, but by the time she went back, they were sold.

By 5 I had reached my limit with the heat. On our way back to ES’s place, we ran into some of her friends. Normally I don’t mind a little chitchat, but at that moment it was the last thing I wanted. After a few minutes, I gave ES a look and started slowly backing away. Luckily she got the idea.

I felt better after enjoying ES’s A/C and ingesting some fruit. Must have been dehydrated and needing some sugar. We hung out for a while before ES threw herself into a cooking frenzy, trying this Asian tofu/bok choy/mushroom noodle dish for her friend’s barbecue we were going to later. My big contribution was chopping up some garlic.

I wasn’t too in the mood for the barbecue, to tell you the truth, but it turned out to be fun. ES’s friend had a very nice backyard, and everyone there was easy to talk to. Later in the evening they showed a movie, Fletch, projected onto a sheet – actually, shower curtain liners – hanging from the porch. It worked really well, and was a good movie choice because you didn’t have to pay close attention.

I realize I hate nature. Sitting there in their lovely backyard, I kept thinking I was getting attacked by mosquitoes (just one bite, though a huge one), and then I swear a slug crawled onto my foot. I felt a tickle, reached down to brush it off, then felt sliminess. Ew!

Sunday I was up semi early again, around 8:30. More homework before ES got up. Headed out around 12:30 to see the New England Sand Sculpting Festival at Revere Beach. It was crowded but not crazy, and it was definitely hot though overcast, luckily, cuz otherwise I’m sure we’d have been burned to a crisp.

We weren’t there long, just long enough to take in the sand sculptures – all very cool btw – and walk along the water, which felt really good on that sweltering day. But again, yucky nature: seaweed, gross!

Then it was time to drive me to the train station. ES gave me a nice tour of the downtown area, which has changed SO much since I lived there. Next time we need to spend more time in Boston proper, though it’s so easy just to stay in Davis Square.

Like a nice mom, ES had packed me a lunch for my train ride: leftover noodles, which turned out DELISH by the way, sliced red pepper, and watermelon and peaches, which I gobbled up even before we left Revere.

The train wasn’t crowded at all at first. In fact for a little while I had entire car to myself. But by the time we left the Route 128 stop, we were packed.

This time around I was able to do some reading for class, both research for my final paper and the assignment for tomorrow. Yay! Then I didn’t feel like reading anymore so I plugged in my iPod and watched the scenery go by. I love looking at the water and boats and catching glimpses of different birds along the coast of Connecticut.

The train got in around 8, about 45 minutes late. No biggie. I was tempted to take a cab, but sucked it up and took the two subways, but not before waiting for what felt like a billion years in the Hades that is the V/F train platform at West 4th Street.

I had big plans for the night at home: do my homework for Tuesday (we have to come up with two questions/comments per reading), iron my clothes for the week, do a little sewing (1) a button back on some pants, 2) a tear in the seam of another). I did none of that. I checked my email, my Flickr, my Facebook, my blogroll, then watched Intervention and The Office online. At least I washed the dishes and unpacked.

Today it’s hard to be back at work. Luckily I have no meetings. Plus MB gets back this afternoon, yippee! He was away at a conference in Toronto this weekend.

I should really work out soon, but I’m already starving! Maybe I’ll do a short one later this afternoon, or after work.


15
Jul 08

Quiet weekend this time

Friday I had a half day as usual. After the gym I went to school to make yet more copies, and ran out of change before finishing completely.

MB was at a coffee shop in the area so I met up with him there. I like the food there, but what the place is famous for is its model-like waitstaff. Everyone who works there is tall and thin and gorgeous. The girl behind the bar wasn’t tall, but she was very pretty and knew it. She had a weird way of engaging people, both men and women, very flirtatious instead of just normal and down to earth.

Late that afternoon we saw Hellboy II. Another good movie! I love all the weird creatures that director thinks up, like in Pan’s Labyrinth.

Friday and Saturday were very much stay at home days, except for meals. MB was rather obssessed with a project he was working on. Plus I had a ton of reading to do for class and wanted to work on my memoir as well.

Sunday we left the house. Yay! Grabbed a late lunch, then took a long walk before settling in Washington Square Park to do some work. MB kept seeing people he knew, or at least recognized. First up was some eccentric older dude from a music meet-up, shopping cart full of musical equipment in tow. Second was this poor clearly anorexic woman. MB had seen her in Union Square a while back; on Sunday she was just wandering Washington Square Park, walking up and down, up and down.

Then as we’re about to leave, who do we see but YP on his way back from Hellboy. I almost never see anyone I know.

I’m finally at my correct pay rate now for work. Even though I officially started on May 16, till last week I was still at my old pay rate in the system. (Damn the system!) HR said I should get a check to make up for the difference.

Also will be getting my tuition reimbursement soon. Yay! I need to use that to help pay for my fall tuition, which I won’t get back till after the semester. It’s a bit of a challenge, to say the least.

This weekend I’ll be heading up to Boston to hang with ES. Another yay! Apparently there are a whole bunch of festivals going on, art and music and whatnot. I haven’t been up there in ages.


25
Mar 08

Moving, Charleston, & Work Apathy

Get ready for a long one.

Had a productive/relaxing vacation. Spent Tuesday through Thursday going through my apartment, getting rid of stuff, bringing stuff down to MB’s. Oh, did I mention that we’re moving in together?

I’ve been wary about mentioning it here, but the move is going to dominate my life for the next couple of months. Seems crazy right? We’ve been together for barely six months, but sometimes you just know when something’s right.

I got my new lease early last week so I took that opportunity to call and say I wasn’t renewing, and ask if I could break it a month early. They were pretty nice about it, saying that if they could get someone to sign for May 1, then I could break it. Otherwise, I’ll just let my lease lapse on June 1. It’s good timing: they wanted to raise my rent a $100.

The brokers descended almost immediately, and were really annoying at first. I guess one woman was in competition with everyone else. She raced over to my place, saying, “I’ve been waiting for your apartment for so long! You couldn’t decide when you were leaving!”

I was like, Um, no, my place has been on the market for all of four hours. Dumbass.

I have nothing of value left in my place – except the gigantour TV, good luck toting that out of my place – so I had keys made for them and am just letting them show it whenever. My only request is that they call beforehand. Who knows if they will but I don’t really care.

Besides, I want to get rid of my TV, couch, bookcases, and other large pieces of furniture. MB’s place just doesn’t have room for that stuff, and I really don’t need it. Also, I’ve gotten several years’ use out of everything. Hopefully Craig’s List will help me purge all my junk.

It feels good to let all of those things go. I feel like they’re from my old life, and I’m shedding my old skin.

During my time off, I also:

Did my site visit for library school. The assignment is to visit a library, and observe for three hours. I picked the medical library of Sloan Kettering. They were extremely nice and helpful, and it’s a beautiful space. The highlight for me? Excellent coffee for 25 cents. Woohoo!

Went to the dermatologist. Waste. Of. Time. She barely looked at my face before trying to prescribe me oral antibiotics. It’s not like I have rampant acne so I didn’t want to take antibiotics if I didn’t have to. They always do a number on my stomach. So I went with the topical stuff instead. Who knows if it’ll work.

Got my taxes done. Got quite a chunk of return, which means I’m paying too much, but oh well.

Ran six miles. So I worked out just once during my vacation, but at least it was a good one.

Went to Charleston. On Friday, MB and I flew out to Charleston for a little vacay. It was an absolute madhouse at the airport, and we actually almost missed our flight. We were sitting there, keeping an ear out for announcements, but only heard the very last one.

Then we proceeded to sit on the runway for close to an hour. MB was pretty relaxed about it, which helped me be less antsy.

Got into Charleston around dinnertime. Our hotel was on the harbor side, so after settling in, we took the free trolley into town and ate at Magnolia’s, at the suggestion of the trolley driver. It was good Southern food – I had the fried chicken while MB had the shrimp and grits – but a bit overpriced.

Overall the weather was very nice. At night and by the water, it was chilly, but in the sun it was in the 70s. The sun was unexpectedly strong so that MB’s poor shaved head got totally burned.

We basically spent the whole time eating and walking around. The houses there are these beautiful old Southern homes, and it was cool to walk by the water and see birds that we don’t normally see, like pelicans and other sea birds which I can’t name. One looked like a black egret while another looked like a tern. And of course there were seagulls.

More highlights:

Ghost & Graveyard Tour. We wanted to do the Dark Side of Charleston tour cuz it was “rated R,” but it was sold out. The Ghost & Graveyard Tour was still fun though a little cheesy. Mostly the guide just told walked us around told some spooky stories.

The best part was when she took us to a cemetary, and told us about plat-eyes, a type of mischievous ghost from Gullah culture. Apparently they’re most active during the full moon – which it had been the night before – and take the shape of a white creature. Supposedly during a tour on the night of the full moon, a woman saw a white cat with green eyes in the graveyard we were in, and at the same time felt a severe stabbing pain in her side.

So after that we were all a bit creeped out and keeping our eyes out for a white cat. “I want to see the cat!” MB announced cheerfully. He doesn’t believe in any of that stuff and wasn’t nervous at all.

After the tour, as we were walking away, I said to him, “You wanted to see the cat,” and then a frigging cat jumped out at us from the bushes. It wasn’t white – in fact it was black – but that didn’t stop me from yelling, “Oh my God!” and jumping ten feet, at least according to MB. Some people from our group were behind us, and totally cracked up. We were laughing like crazy for a good long time.

Poogan’s Porch. This restaurant was a stop on the ghost tour and supposedly one of the most haunted places in America. Poogan was a dog who hung out there and died in 1979. Supposedly if you eat on the porch, you can feel a dog rub itself against your legs, and dropped food will disappear.

But the spookier story is that many years ago, two spinster sisters lived in the house. After one of the sisters died from a fall down the steps, the living sister, Zoe, went nuts and died in an institution. After the house was renovated into a restaurant in the ’70s, weird stuff started happening – people seeing a little old lady waving from the second floor after the restaurant was closed, stuff being moved around, and the topper, a woman who used the second floor bathroom, looking up to see the image of a little old lady in the mirror.

So of course we had to eat there.

The food was really good. We had fried green tomates, jambalaya, and crab cakes. For dessert we had their “award-winning” bread pudding. I don’t usually like bread pudding, but this was SO GOOD. Moist and not too sweet.

As we were eating, I sort of forgot about the spooky stories. Then the waiter was telling this other couple the Zoe story, and the woman said that she had gone to the upstairs bathroom earlier and felt totally creeped out, and that was before she even knew the legend.

So then I was like, “I want to check out the bathroom!” but then immediately started to chicken out. After some prodding from MB, I did go upstairs, and of course that bathroom’s light was off and the door partially ajar, which for some reason made it seem skerrier.

I was a total wuss and couldn’t go in.

MB was like, “You’re lame,” and went by himsef. Of course nothing happened. After we finished eating, we went together, and again, nothing. But we only stayed for two seconds, enoug
h for me snap a couple of pictures, and for MB to shut off the light, scaring the bejeezus out of me.

Charleston Cooks! Cooking Class. MB signed us up to my consternation. While I like cooking, I just don’t feel confident about it, and don’t like to do it in public. But then I thought, okay, it’ll be good to get out of my comfort zone.

Turned out not to be hands on but lecture style. It was still fun though. It was Easter Sunday so the chef made a ham, biscuits, greens and grits, and lavendar tea cakes. The glaze for the ham and the greens and grits were good, but the biscuit sucked, especially compared to the ones we had at Poogan’s Porch.

Dolphins, up close and personal. Another way to get into town from our hotel was the water taxi.

On one of our trips, we saw some dolphins, first in the distance, so subtle I thought I was seeing things. But then the water taxi guys pulled up to where the dolphins were and they swam right up to the boat. I’ve never seen a dolphin that close up in the wild before. The water taxi guys said they weren’t really supposed to drive up to the dolphins, but MB and I were the only ones on the boat – it was Easter Sunday – so they made an exception.

Back at work. It wasn’t as bad this morning as I anticipated. Some annoying emails and one particularly annoying phone call, but that’s all. Helped that I got lots of sleep last night. We flew in on a 6 AM flight, so going to bed at 11 was no problem.

While I was gone, my boss and team members worked more on trying to redefine our team. I so don’t care. I was very happy to see that I got second round interviews for that communications manager job I want so badly. I live for the day that I can see ya.


06
Mar 08

Feeling better

Helped that I ran five miles yesterday, and have been trying to lay off the junk. For instance I could have had gelato for dessert last night, but I went with the sorbet instead.

I think I’m ready for my midterm tonight. I spent a good chunk of the day yesterday studying. Then on Monday I have a short paper due, which I should be able to crank out pretty quickly.

Another one of our assignments – which is due at the end of the month – is to do a site visit at a library and write a paper on our observations regarding how well – or not – it’s run. My choice is the Memorial Sloan Kettering medical library. I called them yesterday and have something set up during the week I’m on spring break. On that day they’ll be giving training to some nurses on an online tutorial system. Should be interesting.

MB and I have planned our first vacation together. It’s a short one, essentially a long weekend at the tail end of my spring break, but a going-away-together all the same. We’ll be heading down to Charleston, South Carolina. It’s just a two hour flight, and MB has been there before and said it’s a nice, pretty town to spend a weekend in. Hopefully it will be somewhat warmer than here!

I want to check out the places that Rachel Ray visited on one of her $40 a Day episodes. Not that I’m such a huge fan of hers, but wherever she goes on that show seems good.


26
Jul 07

Overdue for an update

Back finally! I was in Chicago from Monday through Wednesday, but feel like I’ve been gone forever.

Didn’t get to see as much of the city as I wanted. Took little walks with a coworker, and the view from the hotel was cool, but that’s about it. As for the meeting itself, definitely information overload. After about an hour, I find my brain shutting down. That’s when you need a five or ten minute break to pee, walk around, refuel.

The hotel was pretty nice. The bed was very comfortable with nice sheets and comforter, but I didn’t sleep well the whole time. Kept waking up. It wasn’t that noisy. Maybe it was the dry air that did it, and being in a weird place.

Last night my flight didn’t get in till about midnight, and then I got home after 12:30. So needless to say I’m pooped!

On the top of all that, I had interviews today, yay! It’s for another team at my company. What’s cool about it: the position is very similar to mine, it would be with a woman who is a former boss and with whom I got along really well, and it would be away from my current crazy boss. The downsides: I’d be working most with another former coworker, who I disliked.

I never worked with this person directly. The dislike was more by association. Her assistant DETESTED her and I was friends with that assistant. Her behavior is very snotty and princessy.

New job pros: straight-forward work, cool boss, new environment, better structure, more varied experience

New job cons: bitchy co-worker

Current job pros: very familiar work, cool coworkers (mostly), boss who is a nice person

Current job cons: annoying boss, unclear work objectives, artificially urgent deadlines, being at the beck and call of another team, my career goals unaligned with what my boss sees for me, same old same old

In the interview, I was pretty open about my career goals, that I want to move into operations and think this new experience will help me along that path. The downside is that they may want someone who wants to move up within their team.

Looks like there’s just one con for the possible new job, one I could possibly suck up while I get my MLS.

And on TOP of the interviews, I was moved on Friday and so now I’m getting situated in my new digs, always a little disorienting. I have a blank wall and I kept thinking, What’s missing? What did I have in my other office there? Furniture?

No. A window. :(

Oh well. At least I have an office.

I’m so ready to go home.


27
Jun 07

Isn’t it ironic

As I write like crazy for submission to online and other publications, I can’t think of anything to write for this blog, except to complain that:

It’s noisy as my office windows are being worked on. Okay, at least I have an office. And a window.

It’s too hot.

The journalist daughter of my parents’ friends is beginning to annoy me. I wrote to her last week, and she suggested meeting up Thursday or Friday this week. I said, okay Thursday night, and wrote today to confirm. She wrote back, “Sorry Anna May, things have been crazed. Tomorrow night? Did we set something up? It’s doable, although I have a dinner from 6:30-9:30. What did you have in mind?”

Um, what I had in mind was our whole email conversation.

I hate it when people use their “crazy lives” as an excuse for disorganization and forgetfulness. Still, I know she’s doing me a favor so I nicely suggested tomorrow afternoon instead, if that would be easier for her. Sorry to be a nerd, but I don’t feel like schlepping out at 9:30 when I have to get up early for work tomorrow.

If the chat doesn’t work out with her, I’m not going to sweat it. There are other writers I can talk to.

But I’m not all about the complaints (really, I’m not!). This week I’m happy that:

Work has been pretty quiet (knock wood). My boss is caught up in this other project and has pretty much been leaving me alone. Except tomorrow morning we have a catch-up meeting, which usually opens the floodgates for lots of unnecessary work.

I’m home this weekend. I love traveling and visiting friends and family, but I also love having the balance of time at home. Plus my apartment needs a good scrubbing.

ES invited me up to Boston next weekend. More traveling, woohoo!

My 1 PM meeting just got canceled. Double woohoo!

Now if I’d just win the lottery. Though I guess I should start to play first. Details, details.


25
Jun 07

A D.C. weekend

“I’m sorry I have to pee.”
On Friday the train ride down was semi-nice. It was sort of crowded, and unfortunately I got stuck with a snotty seatmate, ie, when I had to get by her to go to the bathroom – very politely saying, “Excuse me” – she stared at me like it was a huge inconvenience. Hey, you pick an outside seat next to someone, that’s the risk you’re gonna take.

Still, I was afraid to go to the bathroom again. I waited till my bladder was near-bursting, then did gymnastics to get over her without her having to move.

SG picked me up at Union Station, and after dropping off my stuff, we had a delicious dinner of of wood fire pizza at Ella’s Pizza. I had the four-cheese one – sometimes I feel like I can eat cheese all day long – and we ended up getting free dessert.

The manager had very kindly asked if we could move tables so that he could put two two-persons one together to make one four. It wasn’t a big deal since there was an empty two-person right behind us. Plus chocolate pudding on the house! Woohoo!

That’s a damned good breakfast roll.
I told SG the one thing I wanted to do was to visit the Amish market we went to last time. It was funny because she had been thinking she needed to go there but that I wouldn’t want to.

Saturday mornings, the place gets pretty crowded, but the food is oh so very good. I had a vanilla latte and this bacon, egg, and cheese breakfast roll. Let me make this clear: it was no ordinary breakfast roll. The outside was made out of this pretzel dough that is at once salty and sweet, not to mention buttery, and the ingredients were all good and fresh and the perfect melted-ness and temperature. I wish I had one right now.

Getting crafty
Later that afternoon we went to SG’s friend’s T-shirt stenciling party. I haven’t done arts and crafts since junior high when I made a pillow in the shape of a surf board (don’t ask) so I was a bit nervous.

When we walked in, everyone was already hard at work, heads bent over stenciling like they were taking the SATs. Someone very quickly explained the how-to’s, which to us sounded like, “Blah blah blah, exacto knife, yadda yadda yadda, iron, etc etc, paint.”

I realized the print out I brought was way too complicated, and opted for a very simple graphic instead. SG finished hers first, and seeing the stencil in action, I finally got it.

It was pretty fun. In three short hours, I made one shirt with an octopus that kind of looks like an alien, and another with a row of penguins. I want to add to the octopus shirt – perhaps other sea creatures as one of the more experienced T-shirt makers suggested – and fix the penguins with another coat of paint.

Please excuse me while my mouth burns down.
Saturday night we went to this Korean restaurant that SG has been wanting to try. Overall the food was excellent. SG got bibimbap, while I had a spicy beef soup. While for some reason I could handle the soup, the seafood pancake we shared was almost unbearably hot. The pajeans I’ve had are usually mild.

A funny thing happened on the way to the library.
While we were driving around on Saturday, I told SG my possible plans for a career change, among them getting a degree in library science.

At one point we drove past the convention center and saw these sort of nerdy looking folks still wearing their nametags on the street (which I do at conventions as well, then wonder how complete strangers know my name).

The next morning SG found out that it was the American Library Association’s Annual Conference. Weird!

Now before anyone protests about librarians and nerdiness, I have one thing to say: evening wear and birkenstocks.

Yeah.


22
Jun 07

Off to D.C.

Yep, traveling again, crazy girl I am. This time it’s to our nation’s capital to see my pal SG. Luckily the weather is pretty bearable so far. In fact today it’s rather cool.

I’m looking forward to the three-hour train ride. Unlike flying, I can ride the train forever. All that leg room, plus being able to walk around, plus not having to go through all that security, plus none of that awful high-altitude dry air.

I Googled my parents’ friend’s daughter. She’s quite an accomplished food/travel writer. She even has a book. And yet her parents are unhappy. Go figure.

Next weekend I was supposed to go to my parents’ but my mom has extended her stay in Cali. My grandmother had a fall a week or so ago, and she hurt something, though what we don’t know yet. What we do know is that she’s in a lot of pain. My mother said she couldn’t lie down all night and just sat in a chair, and that she has trouble moving at all.

At the hospital, they tested for blood clots. None to be had. Maybe she slipped a disc or hurt her pelvis.

I feel bad she’s in so much pain, which she has been for many years due to a calcification of her knee, but I feel worse imagining everyone’s grief – my mom’s especially – if my grandmother, well you know (since I’m a wee bit superstitious, I’ll refrain from spelling it out), though she is over 90.

My grandmother has changed so much over the years; we’re guessing she’s had a series of mini-strokes. She used to be loud, stubborn, and vivacious. When she laughed, she laughed hard. She never held back criticism, which could be sort of annoying.

Now she talks and moves in slow motion, as though underwater. I’m almost surprised that she still recognizes everybody, but she does. She’s still cognizant – it’s her body that’s failing her.

What makes me want to cry is remembering in Vegas, while we were taking group photos, I knelt down by her wheelchair and she looked at me with such delight, this huge slow smile on her face, as though she were saying, “There’s my first granddaughter!”

I hope she’ll be okay.


19
Jun 07

Anna May Won’t’s Las Vegas Index

(It’s long but it’ll go fast. I promise.)

Number of hours it should theoretically take to drive from Los Angeles to Las Vegas: 4.3

Number of hours one will inevitably stuck in traffic because people with broken down cars don’t know how to properly pull off to the side of the road: 1.2

Percentage of scenery on the drive from L.A. to Las Vegas that is barren desert wasteland: 90

Number of yucca trees in attendance: 5,235

Number of In-N-Out Burgers along the way: 2

Number of Peggy Sue’s ’50s Diners: 1

Number of phone calls made to mother, uncle, and cousin regarding hotel check-in, after which we still won’t have a clear answer: 4

Number of times mother says, “Everyone’s at the buffet”: 7

Number of minutes we realize it shouldn’t take so long for our uncle to walk from the buffet to hotel check-in: 20

Number of phone calls to find out that mother, uncle, and uncle’s family aren’t in the buffet but on their way from the airport: 1


Ounces of coffee ingested collectively by this point: 72 (24 per person)

Number of times cousin and I will be grossed out when a random lady implies that we’re hooking up when I say, “We’ll meet you in your room”: 1

Number of changes of clothes I brought for a weekend in Vegas: 3

Number I actually needed: 6

Number of buffets attended by Won’t clan: 3

Number of buffets attended before getting sick of buffet: 1

Average number of plate refills by Won’t clan: 3

Number of plate refills by cousin TL: 6

Average temperature on a typical June day in Las Vegas: 115 F

Average temperature on a typical June evening in Las Vegas: 114 F (kidding, more like upper 80s, but still felt like an oven)

Number of minutes one can spend outside during the day before one feels one will burst into flames: .5

Number of “ones” mentioned in the sentence above: 3

Minimum degree of SPF protection one needs to keep skin from burning to a crisp: 50

Number of sakes it takes to get me bright red: .75

Average number of pounds the typical Las Vegas tourist is overweight: 78.9

Average number of Asians in traveling Asian packs: 8.6

Ratio between decrepit-looking cocktail waitresses and attractive cocktail waitresses: 1:1

Difference between decrepit-looking and attractive waitress’ cocktail uniforms: 0

Number of minutes between uncle saying, “We’ll be there soon,” and actual arrival: 30

Ratio between amount of exertion it takes to walk from Bally’s to the Mirage at noon on a typical June day in Las Vegas (see average tempature above) and the quality of the buffet at the Mirage: 2:1

Number of people who will almost faint upon the walk back from the Mirage to Bally’s: 2

Amount of money lost by me on video poker: $10

Amount of money spent by me on the rip-off of a gym at Bally’s: $22

Number of bottles of water and pieces of fruit pilfered by me from said rip-off of a gym: 4, 2

Average cost of 16 oz bottle of water: $4

Average cost of 16 oz bottle of beer: $4

Number of jokes my aunt will tell that involves the very loud pronouncement, “Woof! woof!”: 1

Number of times she’ll tell it within a 5-minute span: 2

Number of languages she’ll use to tell it: 2

Times my mother gets the joke: .3

Number of jokes my aunt will tell that involves breasts, penises, camels, and elephants: 1

Average duration of time my cousins and I will be mortified: 44.6 years

Number of combinations of family members the Won’t clan can devise for group pictures: 136

Number of times Caesar’s Palace is bigger than my apartment: 10,000,000,000


Coolness factor on a scale of 1 to 10 of the fountain show at Bellagio: 10

Cheesiness factor of Neptune/Fire and Ice fountain show at Caesar’s: 10

Number of girls in slutty outfits waiting in line to get in a nightclub called Pure at Caesar’s: 136


Flabbergastedness factor: 10

Number of mothers, aunts, and uncles it takes to come to a decision about where to eat for brunch on the last day: 0

Number of neices named Anna May: 1

Number of items I will break in one minute on the drive back from Las Vegas to L.A.: 2 (my sunglasses and my iPod holder)

Number of times I’ll return to Las Vegas in the summer: 0