Yesterday a friend of mine sadly reported that she had excess levels of cholesterol; the doctor advised her to clamp down on her diet and get retested. If things don't improve, she will have to go on medication- this at the tender age of thirty. So yesterday I told C similarly I should clean up my act, no more gratuitous greasy goodies for me!
Wednesday is free breakfast day at work. That's when they bring in boxes of donuts, bagels, cream puffs, and the odd bran muffin. If plum forgot about this table of free food and ran to the ABC Bakery across the street. ABC is the classic modern Chinese bakery with corn mayonnaise buns. Lo and behold, they had a brand new item, the bacon mayonnaise wonder in a hotdog bun, one slice of tomato, one slice of cuke. What can a girl do.
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
Monday, July 19, 2004
Doublebooked.
Saturday C and I were slated for 2 parties back to back. It happens once in a while to social inch worms likes us. The first sparkled in a snazzy SoMa loft involving 3 gay men and Celine Dion. Brian, the sweet host, complimented me- I think- and announced I garnished just like a gay man. Basil and mint sprigs always come in handy I find. It was Steve's birthday dinner and Steve was cooking. I was quite worried dinner preparations were not progressing to completion- I only had cake for lunch at Crixa where I had picked up his birthday cake. When I go to parties, food takes top priority you know; one could chat after the food. The excruciating serious and slow simmering on the stove convinced me to take matters into my own hands. I peeled pounds of shrimp at record speeds to make any Asian grandma proud. I showed Steve how to fluff rice as one should never serve unfluffed rice to guests. Before long, hot piping food were set in bowls. Brian did a fantastic Liberace rendition of Happy Birthday on his Steinway grand. We sang, we ate. I had Celine songs stuck in my head all the next day.
The second party involved a full ukelele band and oyster bake at the Berkeley Oakland border. You know the house on San Pablo with a huge, I mean hoooge Love John Kerry sign. I was there slurping down oysters Saturday and then an impromptu leftover BBQ tonight.
Saturday C and I were slated for 2 parties back to back. It happens once in a while to social inch worms likes us. The first sparkled in a snazzy SoMa loft involving 3 gay men and Celine Dion. Brian, the sweet host, complimented me- I think- and announced I garnished just like a gay man. Basil and mint sprigs always come in handy I find. It was Steve's birthday dinner and Steve was cooking. I was quite worried dinner preparations were not progressing to completion- I only had cake for lunch at Crixa where I had picked up his birthday cake. When I go to parties, food takes top priority you know; one could chat after the food. The excruciating serious and slow simmering on the stove convinced me to take matters into my own hands. I peeled pounds of shrimp at record speeds to make any Asian grandma proud. I showed Steve how to fluff rice as one should never serve unfluffed rice to guests. Before long, hot piping food were set in bowls. Brian did a fantastic Liberace rendition of Happy Birthday on his Steinway grand. We sang, we ate. I had Celine songs stuck in my head all the next day.
The second party involved a full ukelele band and oyster bake at the Berkeley Oakland border. You know the house on San Pablo with a huge, I mean hoooge Love John Kerry sign. I was there slurping down oysters Saturday and then an impromptu leftover BBQ tonight.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Lesbian Avengers and the T.W.A.T. Team*
Spent last weekend at my sis-in-law's wedding chockful of militant lesbians. Despite good intentions, I suspect topless activism is never a good idea. Think of the last time public nipple exposure has brought positive social change to the world. Hmmm. Yes. I guess Ghandi often fasted topless.
*The T.W.A.T. Team is no bad pun on my part but once name for the DC chapter of the Lesbian Avengers.
Spent last weekend at my sis-in-law's wedding chockful of militant lesbians. Despite good intentions, I suspect topless activism is never a good idea. Think of the last time public nipple exposure has brought positive social change to the world. Hmmm. Yes. I guess Ghandi often fasted topless.
*The T.W.A.T. Team is no bad pun on my part but once name for the DC chapter of the Lesbian Avengers.
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