2.16.2008
TRAMBLINGS...
I spent Valentine's Day taking down my Christmas Tree.
A mellow way to spend an afternoon. The last time I left (before Xmas, thus the tree in February) I ended up being away for almost two months. The Crown Prince volunteered to take the tree down for me. Once I came to I politely declined the offer. Just before I blacked out from the thought I had visions of broken ornaments in a shoe box. Anyway, it was a nice, kind offer but since he didn't mind the tree in the living room I decided to leave it there. But, nice or not, I was determined to take it down before I left again.
C.P. and I had a nice dinner on my bday. I dressed up. He dressed up. The woman at the next table in a Puma sweat jacket did not. On our way out we bumped into BRANDY (literally) and it looked like she was on a date with a cute guy. The food was decent if not a little overpriced so we went to another favorite spot before I left town. I also got to see some of my former co-workers, and I took a picture of my parking space at WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB with my name on it. I'll post it here soon.
The dress I told you about in the last post arrived today. Despite the fact that I was sporting bedhead and no make up I slipped it on. It zipped right up, fit like a glove. Perfect. I took it to the cleaners. Only thing I might change are the straps. Pretty crystal straps but too thin for a woman with girls such as mine. I don't want the guests to be riddled with anxiety. And wondering when those straps would snap would surely fill everyone within a twenty mile radius with anxiety. My sister gave me the thumbs up and then tried to talk me into wearing a crown with it. I don't know WHAT is going with her but there is no way I am wearing a crown/tiara or whatever you want to call it. But I might buy one for her to wear around the house or at the grocery store. I also found a beautiful location in Napa. It's so pretty it just takes my breath away. AND we decided on a date. It's a weekday, my daddy's birthday and coming up FAST. Cake tasting is next.
THIS is one of the prettiest weddings I've come across in all my research. THAT TABLE just blew me away. Fancy set up in a rustic looking outdoor setting. ONE MORE LOOK all courtesy of STYLE ME PRETTY a great website for planning and ideas. "Simple" and "Pretty" are the two words I repeat most when trying to pull this together. Most everything on that site falls into one of those categories.
In non-wedding news, I overheard one of the funniest conversations between two women while shopping for pajamas. I was ear hustling so bad that my sister had to pinch me. They were funny, without trying to be, and dead serious about their subject.
WOMAN: Earth, Wind & Fire be having way too much shit going on when they're on stage. You know Philip with his high notes, that tall fool that look freaky as f*ck, the costumes and all those gotdamn instruments.
WOMAN #2: Well, they do put on a show.
WOMAN: But it's exhausting. I don't know where to set my eyes, where to look, what to do. Wears me out. I felt like saying, ya'll nine motherf*ckers step back, only two step forward and don't nobody else move.
WOMAN #2: You would just concentrate on the two in front.
WOMAN: That's right. I wouldn't give a rats ass what the other nine were doing just the two up front.
WOMAN #2: Maybe they could just play behind a black curtain.
WOMAN: Maybe they could.
All this while they thumbed through a box of JC Penney underwear marked $1.97.
Until next time...
I spent Valentine's Day taking down my Christmas Tree.
A mellow way to spend an afternoon. The last time I left (before Xmas, thus the tree in February) I ended up being away for almost two months. The Crown Prince volunteered to take the tree down for me. Once I came to I politely declined the offer. Just before I blacked out from the thought I had visions of broken ornaments in a shoe box. Anyway, it was a nice, kind offer but since he didn't mind the tree in the living room I decided to leave it there. But, nice or not, I was determined to take it down before I left again.
C.P. and I had a nice dinner on my bday. I dressed up. He dressed up. The woman at the next table in a Puma sweat jacket did not. On our way out we bumped into BRANDY (literally) and it looked like she was on a date with a cute guy. The food was decent if not a little overpriced so we went to another favorite spot before I left town. I also got to see some of my former co-workers, and I took a picture of my parking space at WOMEN'S MURDER CLUB with my name on it. I'll post it here soon.
The dress I told you about in the last post arrived today. Despite the fact that I was sporting bedhead and no make up I slipped it on. It zipped right up, fit like a glove. Perfect. I took it to the cleaners. Only thing I might change are the straps. Pretty crystal straps but too thin for a woman with girls such as mine. I don't want the guests to be riddled with anxiety. And wondering when those straps would snap would surely fill everyone within a twenty mile radius with anxiety. My sister gave me the thumbs up and then tried to talk me into wearing a crown with it. I don't know WHAT is going with her but there is no way I am wearing a crown/tiara or whatever you want to call it. But I might buy one for her to wear around the house or at the grocery store. I also found a beautiful location in Napa. It's so pretty it just takes my breath away. AND we decided on a date. It's a weekday, my daddy's birthday and coming up FAST. Cake tasting is next.
THIS is one of the prettiest weddings I've come across in all my research. THAT TABLE just blew me away. Fancy set up in a rustic looking outdoor setting. ONE MORE LOOK all courtesy of STYLE ME PRETTY a great website for planning and ideas. "Simple" and "Pretty" are the two words I repeat most when trying to pull this together. Most everything on that site falls into one of those categories.
In non-wedding news, I overheard one of the funniest conversations between two women while shopping for pajamas. I was ear hustling so bad that my sister had to pinch me. They were funny, without trying to be, and dead serious about their subject.
WOMAN: Earth, Wind & Fire be having way too much shit going on when they're on stage. You know Philip with his high notes, that tall fool that look freaky as f*ck, the costumes and all those gotdamn instruments.
WOMAN #2: Well, they do put on a show.
WOMAN: But it's exhausting. I don't know where to set my eyes, where to look, what to do. Wears me out. I felt like saying, ya'll nine motherf*ckers step back, only two step forward and don't nobody else move.
WOMAN #2: You would just concentrate on the two in front.
WOMAN: That's right. I wouldn't give a rats ass what the other nine were doing just the two up front.
WOMAN #2: Maybe they could just play behind a black curtain.
WOMAN: Maybe they could.
All this while they thumbed through a box of JC Penney underwear marked $1.97.
Until next time...
Labels: Birthday, Wedding, WMC
2.10.2008
TRAMBLINGS...
It's my birthday week and for the first time well, ever, I pretty much forgot. I have a lot to post but I wanted to jump in here quickly to thank you guys for the supportive emails.
I'll be back this evening or first thing in the morning.
Until next time...
It's my birthday week and for the first time well, ever, I pretty much forgot. I have a lot to post but I wanted to jump in here quickly to thank you guys for the supportive emails.
I'll be back this evening or first thing in the morning.
Until next time...
Labels: Birthday
2.19.2007
TRAMBLINGS. . .
Sadly, birthday week has come to an end. It ended at 4 in the morning, in San Francisco, with these big smiles, lots of breasts (mostly mine) which you can see from the picture. Those are two of the five women I've often referred to as My Best Friends In The World. No small thing, that.
We had a really good time but, somehow, we always resort to being fourteen. Don't believe me? Well, we're small town girls which meant a good portion of our teen years were spent "cruising parking lots" where the kids from both high schools congregated. We didn't cruise on Saturday but we did end up in a parking lot at 3.am. giggling until we had belly aches and talking about cute boys. Where have all the cute boys gone? That was the question of the night.
ELIZABETH GILBERT was supposed to join us but when I called to inform her that we were leaving at 11 p.m. she broke into hysterical laughter and shouted, "When have you ever seen me at night?" It's true. While we were at Ucross, Elizabeth was in bed every night by 9 o'clock. I called her hotel to tell her our plans then I said, "Listen, these are bona fide city girls so we probably won't leave until after 10." That tickled her funny bone and we made plans to get together on the next go round.
Anyway, I missed Elizabeth at the Italian Cultural Center in L.A. (where she was expecting me) so I got a great response (surprise) when I showed up at her San Francisco reading on Friday night. The Crown Prince and I left Friday morning and I made it just in time to get dressed and jam over the bridge with my friend, D. Great night. Elizabeth is a great storyteller and the BOOKSTORE was packed to overflowing. Folks on the sidewalk. Cool night. I bought a signed copy for the Queen Mother, C.P.'s mom and I found BREAD AND JAM FOR FRANCIS which I loved as a kid. Loved!
The sight of that sweet little cover used to make me so happy. I haven't seen or thought about it in years so it was a nice treat. Saturday, I did some editing on a manuscript I received last week, read a little, then went to lunch with my friend, L. Just a nice weekend. But, like I said, I got home at 4.am. and C.P. decided, of course, to call at 9 a.m. to tell me to be ready to "hit the road". Wanted to kill him but I didn't have the energy. I was comatose on the ride back to L.A. So much so that this is an actual conversation.
C.P.: Did you see those crows? They're hella fucking with that bird.
Me: Silence.
C.P.: Look at them, Chelle. Look.
Me: Louder silence.
C.P.: That is fucked up.
Me: Maybe there's a nest around.
C.P.: No, they're just aggressive. (shakes head) I just don't understand it.
Me: It's not for you to understand.
C.P.: But they're hunting him down to kill him.
Me: That bird probably did something stupid.
C.P.: No, he didn't.
Me: Yes! He did.
Silence.
C.P.: Crows are gotdamn assholes.
Now, if that last line is not a T-shirt logo, I just don't know what is.
Anyway, after this birthday and until I turn sixty, sixty-one, ma'am is officially a dirty word to me. An insult. Completely and utterly without sexuality (unless, unless, it's delivered by a shirtless cowboy that you've invited over and is now standing in the doorway to your bedroom tilting his ten-gallon to you. Wait, did I got off on a tangent?) so I don't want to hear it. Not having it, just in case you meet me out on the road.
Lastly, is it just me or have those tacky wenches on REAL HOUSEWIVES gone monkey-wild this season. Every year I pick one tacky-ass show that I have no business watching. Just one. One. And this is it. They make me ashamed of myself. But, here's the fun, they have no idea that they're tacky, low-budget and gross. The ignorance is profound. One housewife asked a visitor from Canada if she spoke Canadian. Priceless. And each week another one reveals racist tendencies that they then try and explain away on their blogs. A train wreck with runway flares.
The DIGABLE POET has produced a series for youtube called THE LAST DAYS OF BOBBY BLUE. Check it out. ABC's planning a GREY'S ANATOMY SPIN-OFF. And the AMERICAN IDOL girls just shred all over the boys. TIVO is perfect for watching this show because they have so much filler. I got a 2-hour show down to 30 minutes by fast forwarding through the backstory, recaps and chitter chatter. I listened to the song and pieces of the judge's comments. In and out. Best way to watch a bloated show.
Until next time. . .
Sadly, birthday week has come to an end. It ended at 4 in the morning, in San Francisco, with these big smiles, lots of breasts (mostly mine) which you can see from the picture. Those are two of the five women I've often referred to as My Best Friends In The World. No small thing, that.
We had a really good time but, somehow, we always resort to being fourteen. Don't believe me? Well, we're small town girls which meant a good portion of our teen years were spent "cruising parking lots" where the kids from both high schools congregated. We didn't cruise on Saturday but we did end up in a parking lot at 3.am. giggling until we had belly aches and talking about cute boys. Where have all the cute boys gone? That was the question of the night.
ELIZABETH GILBERT was supposed to join us but when I called to inform her that we were leaving at 11 p.m. she broke into hysterical laughter and shouted, "When have you ever seen me at night?" It's true. While we were at Ucross, Elizabeth was in bed every night by 9 o'clock. I called her hotel to tell her our plans then I said, "Listen, these are bona fide city girls so we probably won't leave until after 10." That tickled her funny bone and we made plans to get together on the next go round.
Anyway, I missed Elizabeth at the Italian Cultural Center in L.A. (where she was expecting me) so I got a great response (surprise) when I showed up at her San Francisco reading on Friday night. The Crown Prince and I left Friday morning and I made it just in time to get dressed and jam over the bridge with my friend, D. Great night. Elizabeth is a great storyteller and the BOOKSTORE was packed to overflowing. Folks on the sidewalk. Cool night. I bought a signed copy for the Queen Mother, C.P.'s mom and I found BREAD AND JAM FOR FRANCIS which I loved as a kid. Loved!
The sight of that sweet little cover used to make me so happy. I haven't seen or thought about it in years so it was a nice treat. Saturday, I did some editing on a manuscript I received last week, read a little, then went to lunch with my friend, L. Just a nice weekend. But, like I said, I got home at 4.am. and C.P. decided, of course, to call at 9 a.m. to tell me to be ready to "hit the road". Wanted to kill him but I didn't have the energy. I was comatose on the ride back to L.A. So much so that this is an actual conversation.
C.P.: Did you see those crows? They're hella fucking with that bird.
Me: Silence.
C.P.: Look at them, Chelle. Look.
Me: Louder silence.
C.P.: That is fucked up.
Me: Maybe there's a nest around.
C.P.: No, they're just aggressive. (shakes head) I just don't understand it.
Me: It's not for you to understand.
C.P.: But they're hunting him down to kill him.
Me: That bird probably did something stupid.
C.P.: No, he didn't.
Me: Yes! He did.
Silence.
C.P.: Crows are gotdamn assholes.
Now, if that last line is not a T-shirt logo, I just don't know what is.
Anyway, after this birthday and until I turn sixty, sixty-one, ma'am is officially a dirty word to me. An insult. Completely and utterly without sexuality (unless, unless, it's delivered by a shirtless cowboy that you've invited over and is now standing in the doorway to your bedroom tilting his ten-gallon to you. Wait, did I got off on a tangent?) so I don't want to hear it. Not having it, just in case you meet me out on the road.
Lastly, is it just me or have those tacky wenches on REAL HOUSEWIVES gone monkey-wild this season. Every year I pick one tacky-ass show that I have no business watching. Just one. One. And this is it. They make me ashamed of myself. But, here's the fun, they have no idea that they're tacky, low-budget and gross. The ignorance is profound. One housewife asked a visitor from Canada if she spoke Canadian. Priceless. And each week another one reveals racist tendencies that they then try and explain away on their blogs. A train wreck with runway flares.
The DIGABLE POET has produced a series for youtube called THE LAST DAYS OF BOBBY BLUE. Check it out. ABC's planning a GREY'S ANATOMY SPIN-OFF. And the AMERICAN IDOL girls just shred all over the boys. TIVO is perfect for watching this show because they have so much filler. I got a 2-hour show down to 30 minutes by fast forwarding through the backstory, recaps and chitter chatter. I listened to the song and pieces of the judge's comments. In and out. Best way to watch a bloated show.
Until next time. . .
Labels: Birthday, Books, Girlfriends, Small Town Girls, TV
2.12.2007
TRAMBLINGS. . .
So I started my birthday weekend with news that I was now at a NEW AGENCY. Richard called at the crack of dawn to ask if I wanted to join him in his new "endeavor" (how overused is that joke?) and, of course, I said yes. Richard is my lifeline. I would have been devastated if he moved on and left me behind. My loyalty, is to this particular agent, and not the agency itself. This move by Richard means that I am now repped at three different places. It would be nice to be under one umbrella but, like I said, I value my relationships with my individual reps. Anyway, congrats to Richie Rich. More later. I'm interested to see which agents follow him to the new shop.
Thanks, also, for all your kind bday wishes. I enjoyed myself. Low key. A good friend was in town from the Bay Area on Friday so we went to see THE QUEEN. I'm a huge fan of Helen Mirren so that was a nice treat. Is BALMORAL really that large? I never knew. Nice way to start the weekend. On Saturday, the Crown Prince and I bumped into two of our closest friends at the FARMER'S MARKET on Fairfax. We were craving Mexican food from our favorite place, LOTERIA GRILL and apparently they were too. They'd just finished eating but sat down to join us anyway. I'm a sucker for CHILAQUILES with either fried eggs or scrambled which is exactly what I ordered. Beyond delicious.
Afterwards, the four of us and Queen Little Baby, the four month old dumpling, went in search of gourmet donuts. I know, I know, but I burnt myself out on cupcakes and I didn't really want a cake this time. We headed over to FRITTELLI'S in Beverly Hills. Delicious. Worth every penny. You could actually taste the raspberries and lemon in the icing. Besides that, loved the packaging. The donuts come in a fancy Tiffany-blue box with chocolate script. Cute. Well done. Tasty.
On Sunday, we completed the "Magical Food Birthday Tour" with a dress-up brunch at JAR, SUZANNE TRACT'S fancy-schmancy restuarant. I've wanted to eat at JAR for years so we invited our same friends, and Queen Little Baby, to join us again. (Yes, we all realize that the cornerstone of our friendship is food). Here's the SUNDAY BRUNCH MENU. It was so good that at one point I thought the waitress was going to ask the four of us to stop moaning because we were grossing out the other diners. Seriously, people, if you're ever in Los Angeles make sure you eat at least one meal at JAR.
Sunday night I jumped back into the kitchen and made CREAMY ROSEMARY POLENTA and Italian Sausage with Tomato Basil Sauce for dinner. I used the BAREFOOT CONTESSA polenta recipe but I couldn't find it online. Now that I've completely indulged (without regret) I am going to use the next couple weeks to scale it back a little. Glad that I didn't have cake in the house after all that. Quick question: should this blog be about books, writing and FOOD? Just wondering.
Lastly, for those of you with HBO, please take a look at BASTARDS AT THE PARTY, the documentary by CLE SLOAN whom the Crown Prince has taken to calling "Nichelle's gangbanging-ass boyfriend." Funniest line this weekend, "Kobe will not accept a gangbanger as his new daddy."
Until next time. . .
So I started my birthday weekend with news that I was now at a NEW AGENCY. Richard called at the crack of dawn to ask if I wanted to join him in his new "endeavor" (how overused is that joke?) and, of course, I said yes. Richard is my lifeline. I would have been devastated if he moved on and left me behind. My loyalty, is to this particular agent, and not the agency itself. This move by Richard means that I am now repped at three different places. It would be nice to be under one umbrella but, like I said, I value my relationships with my individual reps. Anyway, congrats to Richie Rich. More later. I'm interested to see which agents follow him to the new shop.
Thanks, also, for all your kind bday wishes. I enjoyed myself. Low key. A good friend was in town from the Bay Area on Friday so we went to see THE QUEEN. I'm a huge fan of Helen Mirren so that was a nice treat. Is BALMORAL really that large? I never knew. Nice way to start the weekend. On Saturday, the Crown Prince and I bumped into two of our closest friends at the FARMER'S MARKET on Fairfax. We were craving Mexican food from our favorite place, LOTERIA GRILL and apparently they were too. They'd just finished eating but sat down to join us anyway. I'm a sucker for CHILAQUILES with either fried eggs or scrambled which is exactly what I ordered. Beyond delicious.
Afterwards, the four of us and Queen Little Baby, the four month old dumpling, went in search of gourmet donuts. I know, I know, but I burnt myself out on cupcakes and I didn't really want a cake this time. We headed over to FRITTELLI'S in Beverly Hills. Delicious. Worth every penny. You could actually taste the raspberries and lemon in the icing. Besides that, loved the packaging. The donuts come in a fancy Tiffany-blue box with chocolate script. Cute. Well done. Tasty.
On Sunday, we completed the "Magical Food Birthday Tour" with a dress-up brunch at JAR, SUZANNE TRACT'S fancy-schmancy restuarant. I've wanted to eat at JAR for years so we invited our same friends, and Queen Little Baby, to join us again. (Yes, we all realize that the cornerstone of our friendship is food). Here's the SUNDAY BRUNCH MENU. It was so good that at one point I thought the waitress was going to ask the four of us to stop moaning because we were grossing out the other diners. Seriously, people, if you're ever in Los Angeles make sure you eat at least one meal at JAR.
Sunday night I jumped back into the kitchen and made CREAMY ROSEMARY POLENTA and Italian Sausage with Tomato Basil Sauce for dinner. I used the BAREFOOT CONTESSA polenta recipe but I couldn't find it online. Now that I've completely indulged (without regret) I am going to use the next couple weeks to scale it back a little. Glad that I didn't have cake in the house after all that. Quick question: should this blog be about books, writing and FOOD? Just wondering.
Lastly, for those of you with HBO, please take a look at BASTARDS AT THE PARTY, the documentary by CLE SLOAN whom the Crown Prince has taken to calling "Nichelle's gangbanging-ass boyfriend." Funniest line this weekend, "Kobe will not accept a gangbanger as his new daddy."
Until next time. . .
2.09.2007
TRAMBLINGS. . .
"Go, Chelle, it's your birthday."
It's my birthday weekend which means it is my BIRTHDAY WEEK. Yeah, that's me, I take it all. Anyway, I'm off to see the Wizard.
Until next time. . .
"Go, Chelle, it's your birthday."
It's my birthday weekend which means it is my BIRTHDAY WEEK. Yeah, that's me, I take it all. Anyway, I'm off to see the Wizard.
Until next time. . .
Labels: Birthday
