There’s this band from Boston. They’re called Air Traffic Controller. I saw them live in LA a while back, you may remember. Well, they just released a video of my very favorite song by them, You Know Me. Bose recorded it live, and it is simply perfect. I love him in that hat. I love her in that red lipstick. I love the empty warehouse and use of lights in the daytime. This is such an amazing song, and this recording is just epic.
When I met Dave, he told me he wrote this song for his wife, then introduced me to his wife, who was working the merch booth. This is such a great band. They are freaking talented, ridiculously nice, and are just amazing on stage. I recorded their performance of this song on my phone that night, but since I was literally touching the speakers, the sound quality is horrible, so I didn’t post my video. Instead, I thought you might want to see the professional, high quality live performance Bose recorded in Brooklyn.
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// Image above: Screenshot from the video, courtesy Bose
You know how you want to be a certain kind of person, but you’re just not, and you struggle to accept it?
“I’m the type of person that wakes up at dawn and goes running”
“I’m the type of person that reacts kindly to everyone, all the time, even if they are mean”
“I’m the type of person who never leaves the house in their pj’s”
“I’m the type of person who never eats an entire pint of Ben & Jerry’s Coffee Heath Bar Crunch whilst binge watching Netflix”
“I’m the type of person who _________________________________ (fill in your own!)”
Yeah, well, I’m just not. It’s okay to embrace these things, guys! The one I’m thinking of right now is the top one. I leave for work at 6:30 Monday-Friday, and I see people running before the sun is up. “Ohhhh I want to be them! I’ll do that Saturday!” It just looks so fresh, and crisp, and delightful. I imagine I’ll be listening to the birds wake up as the sun starts peeking over the mountains ever so slightly. I’m clearing my head in the crisp air, thinking about nothing but the pounding of my feet on the pavement. I feel strong, tight, perfectly even breathing as I’m racing up hill, never slowing down (or walking, heavens no) because I am the perfect runner.
The reality of this is me waking up, throwing my running shoes on whilst wiping the eye googies from my eye, telling the cats I know I’m nuts, but I’ll be back, it’ll be good, I swear. I act all cool while I’m walking fast through my complex (gotta warm up), run through all the cobwebs on that first leg right after the stinky trash cans (this doesn’t happen in the afternoon, other people have already walked through them for me), then huff and puff like I’m a smoking asthmatic trying to make it up the half-block hill. I haven’t had coffee yet, turns out I’m starving, all I can think of is “whose stupid idea was this anyway?!” I cut my run much shorter than normal, walking most of the time so it’s still taken the same amount of time, then I come home to find I’ve locked myself out of the house.
You guys, I’m not a morning runner. I’m not. Here’s the other bummer part. Once I do grab my spare key and get inside, I have to take a shower immediately, there’s no coffee made, but even if there was I have to drink loads of water first (I hate drinking water first thing in the morning), then I’m so hungry after my shower I feel like I’m going to pass out, so I have to make breakfast, then my morning is GONE. My lovely luxurious stay-in-bed-and-drink-coffee morning is GONE. Obliterated. Because I have this vision of morning run people being better than me. Okay fine, they are. But I don’t even get a good workout because of all of those things above. I tried it again this past weekend. I told myself both days I would do it (I feel totally in shape after walking everywhere downtown last week, I wanted to keep up the momentum), but it’s been 90 degrees, so I would need to go running early. I made the wise decision to NOT do it, though! And instead, do pilates at 3pm safely in my air conditioned living room. Fabulous! Good choice, me!
I tell myself when it gets colder my running routine will be better. I’m pretty sure I’ll have plenty of excuses then, too. Whatever. We can’t all be those cool, in shape morning runners.
Heeey there. How are you guys? Guess what? It’s Friday. 7:48am. And I’m in bed still. Isn’t that great? You see, I have worked my little (aka big) butt off the last couple weeks at work, and my stellar, amazing, hardworking bosses were like “you know what? You just take the rest of the week off!” And I was like “heck yes!” I did have to race into work early yesterday morning for an emergency, but I of course was happy to do it. It secretly makes me feel important.
No, this is not another really long post about my mattress. Phew, right?
Yeah, so, the last couple weeks have been insane. I would race into work in the 6am hour, and not leave until 8pm sometimes. I was on my feet all day, putting together these fabulous books I designed/wrote for this huge retreat for 80 people that flew out here for a convention. I’ll talk all about that later. I took pictures for you guys, aren’t you excited?
But right now I want to talk about it being a Friday and I’m still in bed. Aaahhh. Why can’t I ever sleep in? 6am is it. At least I get the luxury(?) of watching the sunrise. I love my place, I get to watch the sunrise and the sunset. Whaaa?? I know. I’m damn spoiled, that’s for sure. This morning as I was waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, I was gazing out the dining room window watching the sun peek over the mountains, and I decided that I even like hearing the traffic on the main drag below. I don’t know, I just really, really love my place. Even the not-so-great things! I’m just really happy here in my teeny tiny corner of the world.
The sunrise was great, by the way. Have you noticed that even the sunrise and sunsets know it’s fall? They look fall to me, the red/orange is deeper. Really stunning. That nature. Just knows what to do.
I of course made a gigantic list of things I wanted to accomplish today. So gigantic that there is no way on earth I’ll be able to accomplish it all. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. It’s supposed to be blazing hot today again, so I should’ve gone running right when I got up. But you know, my bed wanted me to be back in it. I totally love sitting in my bed, drinking coffee and reading in the mornings. One of my favorite things to do.
I’ve been gone all week, this is the first night I’ve slept in my bed this week. It was luxurious. Okay, I’ll stop talking about my bed. Sorry!
I bought this really great ring on my little downtown adventure. I am so in love with it. I’m totally into rings lately. It reminds me of the time in jr high when I wore hardcore rings on every single one of my fingers, more than one on some. Hardcore=that awesome snake ring with the ruby eyes. Oh maaan that one was my favorite. My style has evolved a bit (thank goodness) so now my ring styles are a tad more minimalist. So there’s that.
Yes, I have the hand of an 80 year old man. Who paints his nails, naturally.
I loved living the city life again for (almost) a week. I walked all over, it was ridiculous. Parking in the city is horrible! And expensive! They are installing new meters now, though, where you use your credit card instead of quarters. It’s about time! I never have quarters. And it feels like it’s cheaper because you’re not shoving in 80 quarters.
So on Thursday, I walk the five blocks to my car from my sisters’ place at 6:30am with my grande latte from the Starbucks next door (I always feel so urban leaving her high rise condo building and walking next door to get coffee with all the other city folk) and there is a giant delivery truck blocking me in! Um…now what. I put my stuff in my car and decide to look for him. What if he’s there for an hour or something? Work emergency! I’m important! Must be on my way! I find him fast, he was really great about it, and just backed up five feet so I could slip out. Thanks giant delivery truck driver!
I made it back to her place in time for a lovely stroll (aka really hard strenuous hike/run/torture in the sun session) through Balboa Park. Run Keeper told me it was 3.55 miles, but in that heat I swear it was 5.55. We went off-roading a bit and had really great city views.
We ended the morning at Cafe Chloe for some breakfast. I had some amazing dish with roasted peppers and fried eggs and toast that was buttered on BOTH sides. What a world!
So now I’m home. Ready to tackle this day. After I lounge a bit longer because all of you are at work (sorry) but I’m not. And I am loving it!!
Hooray for Friday’s!!
I am on the hunt for a new mattress! I’ve been scared about buying a new mattress, well, forever actually. So thought I’d write about my mattress purchasing adventure here on the blog in a journal-like form. So you guys get the real story behind it, see which one I choose and why, and if I keep it or don’t. Fun? We’ll see, won’t we.
My mattress was purchased 14 years ago. I knew nothing about mattress buying then, know nothing about it now. It scared me then, it scares me now. How do you know if you picked out a good one?? My started getting very uncomfortable about six years ago, so a two-inch memory foam mattress topper was purchased to increase its life span. It worked! Until the incident (see Update #4). I had to throw the topper away, and I’ve been sleeping in pain ever since. Serious pain, not just uncomfortable. It is SO time for a new mattress.
I started looking online, at all the usual chains: Sleep Train, Mattress Discounters, trying not to get their jingles stuck in my head. I quickly realized…I have NO idea what type of mattress I even like, how am I supposed to look at them online?? Memory foam, coil, a hybrid, firm, soft, extra soft, pillow top, extra firm. I was already feeling lost & frustrated.
My dad sent me an article in the New York Times about a new online mattress company. Read it here. I was intrigued by the article. I clicked over to the website. I read every inch of that website, most of the reviews, started with the bad reviews (there were very few) then did my own google search for other (read: unbiased) reviews. All seemed pretty amazing. Here are some of the features that I really liked:
- The price! $850 for a queen
- Free Shipping
- There are no options. They make & sell one mattress. Eliminates choices, sort of like In-n-Out, and we all love In-n-Out.
- It comes in a little BOX! If you live in New York, they deliver it by bike messenger. I wish I still lived in NY.
- It looks sleek
- I’m a sucker for good marketing design
- I loved my memory foam topper, so I’ll probably love this
- One of the designers worked for NASA. You can launch this thing in space (no you can’t)
- 100 Day return policy
- If you do return it, they don’t take it back. They research a local (to you) company who they want to donate it to, and the donation company picks it up. Free of charge.
- The reviews said things like “I’ve never slept so great in my life”, “I’m having the best dreams!”, “I spent $5,000 on my last mattress and this one is so much better”. Even the bad reviews seem to be people that just don’t like memory foam. Hey, it’s not for everyone.
So first thing’s first…I’d better go to a mattress store and see if there’s anything there I like, and see if I even like a whole memory foam mattress. There is no bounce to those, and that drives me nuts. I think I just like a bouncy bed. Kid at heart? (The Casper has latex in it though, so that gives it bounce that all-memory-foam mattresses don’t have).
The Mattress Store
I went straight to Sleep Train (toot! toot!) on my way home from work. I walk in, and a younger guy with the start of a handlebar mustache immediately comes up to help me. Superb! He asks how I sleep: back, side or stomach. I tell him side and stomach. He gets me the proper pillow for my sleeping position, puts a disposable cover over it, and we start laying on mattresses. (I mean me…I start laying on mattresses. Not we. That would be weird.)
I tell him I’m curious about memory foam, so we start there. I lay on the first bed, he asks if I just came from work, and I realize that was not a good idea. I’m wearing a pencil skirt. Laying on mattresses. With some guy sitting on the bed beside me watching me the entire time. It’s quite awkward.
“Go ahead and lay on your stomach. How does that feel?”
About ten mattresses later I discover I hate the coil ones, they immediately made my already-hurting shoulders from my loser mattress hurt even more. When I laid on the memory foam ones I involuntarily sighed and wanted to stay there for an hour. But Handlebar was still looking at me. So I didn’t stay.
We go to the store manager to discuss pricing on the two I seemed to like (again…how in the world do I know I’m making a good decision?? I laid on the bed for five seconds!), and while he was looking it up Handlebar said to be, “I totally forgot to get your name! I’m sorry, my name is Handlebar,” (He didn’t really say Handlebar. But you get it.) I quip back, “Wow, yeah, kinda weird that you know how I sleep every night, but you didn’t even ask me my name. Don’t you think you would’ve gotten that first?” His manager exploded in laughter, and Handlebar got beet red (in his defense…he was a redhead). I realized that sounded a lot flirtier than I had anticipated and kept talking to cover it up. Like usual. Ugh, why do I always get myself into this predicaments?? (I learned the hard way never to talk to anyone in elevators in Vegas [sorta related: here & here], even if you think it may be funny)
The memory foam mattresses started at twice as much as the Casper, at $1,700. Twice! Ugh. That sold me right there. I discovered I really like memory foam, but Casper has some bounce in it. CHECK! So I ordered the sucker.
I was so excited about my mattress (plus hurting. ouch.) that I was tracking it every day. It finally came. They had warned me it might take a couple days extra because they are getting quite popular. It came on the fifth day though, just as promised.
You guys…it really comes in that white and blue box! Mine wasn’t as clean as that, and I don’t live in a cute Brooklyn brownstone in the springtime. But here’s a picture of my box in my cute little apartment.
I slide it into the bedroom (they give you strict instructions on how and where to unpack it) and pop open the box to find this on top:
Instructions on how to open it, a letter opener to rip the plastic (bonus! love those things) and that sweet handwritten note. Aww thank you Scott! I hope I do sleep like a puppy! Could they have put any more thought into the packaging? Seriously, they rocked it.
The instructions now say to slide it out, cut open the plastic, stand back and watch your mattress take its first breath of life. And that is exactly what happens! It goes by so fast, so there is no fun video to show you. There are also no pictures of it bare on my bed because by this time it was dark and the lighting in my room is horrible.
Clearly the girls loved the plastic.
The First Night
I couldn’t wait to go to bed that night. You guys, I did sleep like a puppy! This thing is SO comfortable! I fell asleep almost immediately, and woke up in a pool of my own drool. I hadn’t gotten proper sleep in two weeks. I slept in one position all night, on my stomach which is horrible for my back and neck. But it didn’t hurt this time! And, you know, the drool. Sorry to bring that up again. But we all know it’s a good nights sleep when we drool, right? Right. It took a few nights for my shoulder and neck pain to go away from the last mattress, but no chiropractor appointment necessary. I was totally sold on this mattress.
If you notice, the mattress looks…kind of flat, I guess I would describe it as. I only have a sheet and comforter on my bed right now (San Diego heat wave!) but if there was a blanket or down comforter or something, it wouldn’t look so flat. Also, I decided I hate extra pillows on the bed. I apologize to everyone out there (aka one person) who had to put up with my needing pillows on the bed! I take it back. You were right. Extra pillows on the bed just lead to a complicated life.
The First Month
So here it is, a month later, almost to the day. And what’s the final verdict? I love this mattress. It has just enough bounce, I don’t feel like I’m living in a soundproof room (that’s how I imagine it being with all-memory-foam-mattresses). The mattress is actually thinner than my old mattress by two inches (four if you count the foam topper), and that works out better for me (did you see how short my bedside tables are??). I decided to keep my old box spring and put it on that. I’m not really into platform beds. I eventually bought a poppy-colored fitted sheet to go over my box spring so you can see the pretty wood lines of my bed frame.
An added bonus to this mattress is that I can put my coffee cup straight on the mattress next to me, and if I move, or if the cats jump up, it doesn’t move at all. Doesn’t spill. Just like those mattress commercials where people are jumping on the bed next to a wine glass. It’s seriously great! It would be great if you sleep next to someone that tosses and turns all night and wakes you up. I imagine you won’t be able to feel a thing.
I also really like the fact that I had no mattress choice. That might seem weird to some people. But I couldn’t be indecisive because there were no choices. They made the best overall mattress that would be great for the vast majority. When you create perfection, why create another line that’s less than perfect? It really made mattress shopping so much easier for me. And did you see the branding?? It’s possible I buy things for the branding and overall awesomeness of the people behind it. It totally paid off this time (and most times).
These Casper people know what they’re doing.
I’m still kind of uncomfortable saying I’m a “Writer”. I always felt a writer was someone who got paid to do it. You know…novelists, magazine writers, journalists. Writers. But I’ve decided lately that I am a writer. There, I said it. And I’ve been saying it out loud the last few months, too. Do I get paid to write? Nope. Do I care about that? Nope!
I’ve been writing things down for as long as I can remember. My mom gave me a box of my old elementary school stuff about a year ago, and there were my homemade bound books with my stories in them. Some were on the cutting edge, folks. The Human Bean (that was right after I discovered it was really “being” not “bean”. Pivotal stuff for a six year old!) I also wrote journals. Tons and tons of journals. Only I called them diaries back then. (At what age do you decide to call them journals so you don’t feel like you’re ten?) I wrote because I loved it. I wrote because I had to, to keep my sanity, for whatever reason. It wasn’t because I was assigned to write things in school. Something inside compelled me to write, whatever it was.
Now that I’m a full on adult (or so they tell me), I still write. All the time. I have lots of avenues. I have this funny little blog here that you five people read (thank you five people!), I have my journal that I still write in, only it’s on my computer instead of in a pink hardbound book with a lock on it. I carry around a notebook so I can write when and where I want to. I still love paper and pen. Handwriting. There’s just something about the actual act of writing that is so satisfying and good.
I have this huge event coming up in less than two weeks (yikes!) at work, and I decided it would be a great idea to write a book for the attendees. Don’t worry, there’s lots of pictures in it to fill in the pages. But it’s a whole different type of writing that I’m not used to doing. I feel like I should be writing it like a newspaper article or something. You know, like a real journalist, say things like “henceforth” and not say things like “stoked”. It’s uncomfortable. I don’t love it. I’m not great at it. I’m not great at writing deadlines either, it makes me freak out then I waste time thinking about the deadline and not writing. It’s not inspiring. I’m great at writing when I’m inspired to write, and writing what I want, not what someone tells me to write about. It’s tough to force inspiration (that, my friends, is a whole other post). This is such a good exercise for me, though, to totally step out of my comfort zone and stretch myself. This book I’m almost finished with is not perfect, no way. But there are parts of it I’m totally proud of. And parts of it that I got from Wikipedia and just re-worded it enough. Ha! Hey, I’m learning! Besides, isn’t that what Wikipedia is for?
Maybe this journalistic thing isn’t my shtick. And that’s totally okay! I think it’s important to write your own aesthetic, whatever the heck that ends up being. My aesthetic? I don’t know, I guess it’s saying stuff like “you guys!” and “uuugh” and telling you embarrassing stories about me. Whatever, I can do what I want, I’m not an infant.
So, thanks for letting me write to you, guys. It means a lot that you come back to read my stuff. (you do come back…right?) Writing this blog would be no fun without you!
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Or “some” red lipstick, I should say. Have you noticed the red lipstick trend? When it comes to trends, I’m either totally ahead or way behind. It’s probably because I’m way too practical when I shop (needs to match everything in my closet). Except for maybe buying way too many black boots. I almost bought another pair the other day at Target, until I was reminded that I have three pairs almost just like it. Uh…no I don’t. These have three buckles. Three. My other three pairs of black ankle boots just have one. Then both my sisters made fun of me, so I guess I really don’t need black boots?
Oh right…lipstick. Okay so, how awesome is the red lipstick trend? I’ve never really been into it, but for some reason I totally dig it right now. Check out how great these look:
I tried some on at Clinique and there was a chubby stick that I did like, called Chili something. But then this girl walked up that had GREAT red lips on, and she showed me her MAC tube, which was Viva Glam. Duh, of course. So I decided, that’s what I need! Poor Clinique girl (aka my sister) who witnessed me not wanting her chubby stick. (She’ll get over it) So then, I look online to find a picture of Viva Glam and turns out they have about 10 different shades! What?! So that’s no help. THEN (are you bored yet?) I see an instagram of one of my favorite bloggers who can do no wrong, and everyone’s trying to guess what color her lipstick is. And she revealed her two favorites: MAC Ruby Woo & Nars Heat Wave.
After I tried on the Clinique Chili-something (I really need to write this stuff down) I went to lunch with the above-mentioned Clinique girl who may or may not still be upset I decided in front of her that I wanted MAC instead of her high quality product, and I felt so great! Really, wearing that red lipstick just made me sit up straighter, walk more confidently, and smile more. It totally elevated my mood (please see Rule #3 in this post. This red lipstick thing has power! I even took a selfie by myself whilst sitting there waiting for her to show up for lunch. Okay fine, I took a few.
So what I’m saying is…I have some shopping to do. Immediately. Do you guys (I mean girls) have any go-to red lipsticks I need to try? I’m seriously looking drab here, I need red lipstick!
// all photos via Pinterest
Remember how much I adore Shiny Toy Guns? It’s possible it’s at the point of obsession. Only I don’t follow them to their homes or anything creepy like that, just follow them on Instagram and Twitter and stuff. Oh, and make Carah Faye awesome robot necklaces and stuff. And travel far and wide to see them play live. But nothing creepy!
They haven’t been to San Diego in quiet awhile. I’ve had to drive to LA the past few years to see them. Not a bad drive, and oh so worth it. Folks, we’re lucky to live in San Diego and be able to drive to LA when bands don’t come here (says the girl that’s gone to WAY too many concerts this year. Just kidding, it’s been an amazingly fun year). So, STG decided to do a little farewell to summer tour here in the southwest, and San Diego was the last stop of the tour. At Belly Up Tavern in Solana Beach. Have you guys been there? It’s a great venue, small and intimate so you can really get up there and see your favorite band up close. It’s only the second time I’ve been there, if you can believe it. But I’m a fan! Anyway! Shiny. My older sister and I went together. Turns out we’ve never gone to a concert together. How weird is that? So basically she saw me at my worst. Slithering up to the front when my band came on, and just totally geeking out. I was dancing so freaking hard that I was sore the next three days, wondering why I was sore if I didn’t work out? Ohhh right. The concert. How fun is it to go to a concert when you know every single song?
Wanna see some pics? Sure ya do.
The show started out with this amazing fog. Oh, I forgot to tell you…Yahoo! was filming the whole thing. I don’t know why yet, I’m dying to see what they do with it and what it was for. Shiny Toy Guns are amazing live, in general. But this show…was freaking amazing. The lights, fog, performance. It was over the top. And so dang hot in there! It’s amazing they did as great as they did, I would’ve been slumped on the stage singing, the heat was totally unbearable. For the first, I don’t know, 8 songs or something? They just ran into the next song, no stopping. It was unbelievable. They were completely unbelievable. I was in heaven. Okay, more pictures!
Oh, Chad. His voice makes me quite happy. I don’t quite know what it is about their music, but it resonates with me so deep. Music has always been such an important part of me. But their words, stories, voices, performances…they just do it for me. You know?
And I have a complete friend(??) crush on this chick. Carah Faye Charnow.
Her voice! It does unbelievable things. And she dresses rad. So there’s that.
Can we please talk about how Mikey Martin cannot sit still? I love that! He instagrammed the next day a picture of a black eye he gave himself. Ha! Love it! What a drummer, am I right? You can’t see it great here, but he had awesome makeup on that night.
I love me some Jeremy Dawson, too. Him and Carah seem to have a very close friendship. She left the band a number of years ago, moved out of the country. He’s the one that flew out there, spent tons of time with her and convinced her to come back. I remember the day they released the video to announce her coming home. Such a good day for me! Their latest album, |||, is a love story about them and the heartache they experienced as a band and them coming back together. Especially the song, Carrie. My sister, who doesn’t know any of their music, told me later that Carrie was her favorite song they played. If that song evokes emotion in people that don’t know the story, how do you think the band feels when the perform it? They lived that heartache. I love that they let us into their world so we can feel what they felt.
Nice hat buddy. Now get out of my way.
And then they were gone. They of course did an encore of Major Tom and a couple other epic songs. You think we’d let them go away without an encore?? You don’t know their fans very well.
Okay, so…check them out! ok?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s a Bon Jovi & Guns n’ Roses cover band show going on at Belly Up tonight that I need to attend.
Don’t judge me.
I am just giddy with Fall lately, and it’s not even here yet. It’s still hot in San Diego. But the wee hours of the morning are starting to feel like fall. (Do you call it Fall or Autumn? Autumn sounds so much prettier, but I’ve never said it seriously. Only when I’m pretending to be from Connecticut or something.) With fall comes crisp air, scarves, boots(!!), fuzzy robes and slippers whilst drinking coffee on the deck, excuse to stay home on the weekends and watch movies on the couch. In fact, I already bought a pair of new slippers in my excitement (aka Target frenzy).
My fall is already proving to be not as amazing as my summer was. But I’ll do my best. I have plans, goals, lists. And guess what? I hear the trend for fall is to have unkempt eyebrows! That’s just fabulous for us lazy people out there who have never really cared what their eyebrows look like but always thought they should. Don’t do anything with them? Great! Thank you, trend-setters.
Also, my blog is an entire year old next month. It’s been a year?! Crazy. So, thanks for sticking around. Reading my crazy ramblings. Looking at my weird pictures. I appreciate you. Should we throw a party or something?
And now, since we need a picture in this here post otherwise it’s REALLY boring…
Bam. There you are. Peace out.
I have a story for you. One steeped in peril and anguish.
The last stop on the Los Angeles trip was Tripel.
I had just finished binge watching Top Chef, and my favorite chef, Brooke, owns this joint. I just had to try it! On a map it didn’t seem too far away, but it really was the complete opposite direction of home from Downtown LA. Tripel is located on the coast in Playa del Rey. It’s not even really a restaurant, but a bar that has two shared tables. I hate shared tables. They make my OCD freak out. Unless someone seats me, that makes it easier. It’s possible the only reason I don’t go to Pizza Port in Carlsbad Village is because of the looong community tables. Freaks me out!
I had sort of been eating all day (isn’t that what LA is for?) so I wasn’t hungry yet. I decided a walk to the beach would be in order, it was only a few blocks away.
It was overcast, a little humid, the sun was getting ready to set. It so felt like the beach town I grew up in in San Diego, Ocean Beach. I walked everywhere there, and it always had that same sticky sea air that made your hair frizz up, and the same beat up cars, trucks and other vessels parked in neighborhoods, that had been worn down by the salt air. I will always have a love for those kind of towns. You know the ones…they’re not ritzy at all, but kind of dirty, full of local color and dirty bare feet from walking in the sand back to your apartment. People tell you you shouldn’t walk around alone at night, but this is your town. You know it like the back of your hand, and aren’t afraid of what happens there at night.
(Remember the time Bear Grylls commented on one of my Instagram pictures? Yep, this be the one. Hi Bear!)
Okay so, back to Tripel…I’m sitting with a few other people at the big table, but in the window! That didn’t make it so bad, I could look at the crazy people walking by. Seriously, this girl was wearing the weirdest pink, short, skin tight dress with leopard cowboy boots and I swear she was wearing a wig. Sad part is…she would’ve been cute if she wore a normal outfit.
One of the dishes Brooke made on the finale was the Crispy Pig Ear Salad. I know what you’re thinking…and you are correct. But you guys, the judges just raved about how good it was! RAVED! I ask the waitress about it, she assured me that it was delicious, I must get it. When I tell her of my fear of pig ears (doesn’t everyone have a fear of pig ears?) she claimed that it’s just like bacon, it’s sliced thinly into a crispy delicacy. Fine. Bring it on.
I’m never being adventurous again. Ever.
What’s that you see there? Cartilage, that’s what! I looked at it and grimaced. In fact, I’m grimacing right now, just telling you about it. Be adventurous! Take a bite! They raved about it! So I take a bite.
Ugh, you guys. That’s cartilage! What else do you see? THAT’S PIG HAIR. FROM A PIG. Let’s take a closer look…
I only lasted a few bites. I tried to surround it with the poached egg, but lets face it, poached eggs on salad is kind of gross too, right? Turns out there’s no way to slice cartilage in a way to make it like bacon. It is NOTHING like bacon, because it’s cartilage! It’s the hard thing you pierced when you were 13 by shoving a dull earring through whilst blasting Guns n’ Roses!
Okay, we need to change the subject from hairy, cartilage pig ears to something nicer. How about beer?
Ahhh that’s better, right? You can create your own flight, that was pretty fun. I actually liked a couple. I’m not too much of a beer fan, sorry folks. Here’s some shots from the rest of the joint…
That Turkey Pastrami Melt turned out to be amazing, so that was good I could wash down the you-know-what.
We shall never talk of you-know-what again.