May 2010

I had a bunch of info to share but after a hot return to Richmond where the temperature is 450 degrees all I can think about are two things: water crackers and Zazz sparkling water — both of which I recently had at a dinner party and have been consuming nonstop the second I stocked up on them.

I just came back from a wedding weekend plus vacation.  The wedding was in the Colorado mountains (which is so pretty it’s stupid) where a supportive wedding party battled wind to move an outdoor event indoors & a good time was had by all.  Also, I got to carry a cool stainless steel bouquet.  And hang out with Gerowskis I generally don’t see unless they get married.  I met up with Richard and went to Albuquerque to visit a pal & her family.  The rest of the week was a breeze, except that I am sadly allergic to New Mexico and sneezed and coughed the entire time.

The recommendations were hit and miss.  Powdrells BBQ was just okay.  The Frontier was pretty good.  However, the carnitas and tamales at Roque’s (a food cart on the Santa Fe plaza) were amazing, as was the Frito Pie in the Five and Dime across the street.  We also had the best Chinese food buffet ever at Lin’s in ABQ.  Buffets stress me out.  I want to eat until I die, but we had to leave to see a movie.

Also, my pal has the sweetest, most adorable family, especially her two-year-old, who I am convinced is a child genius OR other two-year-olds are idiots.  I expected someone her age to just be farting around and shouting two-word sentences, but she was sharp, conversational, could count up to 17 and skip to 20 like she was born to do it.  Also at one point she grabbed my hand and said “you’re beautiful, Kelly.”  How does that not make anyone run out and get pregnant with octuplets? 

I will leave you with my impression of Sex & the City 2, which we saw in a surprisingly crowded for noon on Thursday theater in New Mexico that included at least two babies and at least 3 people (us) who were disappointed:

Four women sit poolside wearing what appear to be drapes and scream genitalia-related puns at each other while someone shoots them all in the faces with sparkly accessories.  The women stop talking, take sips of their drinks, and one says, “Ladies, something about feminism.”  Then they are peed on by a soccer team, dried off with towels trimmed in fur, and then another adds, “It’s hard to be a mom.”  They eat a bowl of thousand dollar bills and make offhanded comments about the economy as if it’s a restaurant they went to that switched chefs.

It was a really good show, though.

Over the years I’ve had a few yard sales where I debated getting rid of my interactive Star Wars banks (this is not my video, but this is who they are and that is what they do)

I have no idea what I’m doing with them.   I got really into “the Phantom Menace” (underwater creatures!  Ewan McGregor!  ET cameo!) and have an embarrassing amount of PM junk.  I think I bought one of them and my sister found the other two on super sale at Big Lots.  I have moved to several addresses with them still in their boxes with dreams that one day they will get destroyed in a house fire so I don’t have to worry about whether or not I should just get rid of them.

Let’s face it: I would never take the time to sell them on Ebay, and they’re not really in good shape.  Obi-Wan has tear stairs all over from how bad “Attack of the Clones” was.  I think Darth Maul’s voice box talks about mortgage-backed securities as a good investment for when the coin bank is full.

Should I just sell them?  I bet they won’t even sell.  I will underprice them and let someone else deal with the space they take up, even if he secretly thinks I’m a chump.

But on the plus side, I rediscovered a trunk full of adorable purses in our attic!  Nothing like preparing for a yard sale to remember that you have a bunch of stuff to never get rid of.