Loyal readers (friends),
The last few days been a complete whirlwind. Between last week's midweek holiday, a weekend trip to The City of Angels, and a bunch of afterwork errands and commitments, my creative and storytelling juices were drunk by other activities this week. And still, I'm too exhausted to put the week's stories into words, so here are pictures and brief explanations instead.
Remember
that garden I told you about? I was so hopeful that my regular ol' thumb was turning green, when I decided to uproot these deceiving carrots. Look at them! The leaves are flourishing and throwing equinox parties upstairs, while the roots are like, "What's that noise? Whatever...I'll keep sleeping." This garden thing is giving a whole new meaning to my favorite vegetarian motto: I'm not a vegetarian because I love animals; I'm a vegetarian because I hate plants.
We bought 25 sparklers for $10 on the side of the road from a ten-year-old on the 4th. Only about six of them were capable of catching fire, making this paragraph feel like a word problem from 7th grade math and that kid a slick entrepreneur.
I visited my dear friend Caitlin in Los Angeles last weekend, where a ruthless Banana Gram tournament quickly commenced. You can always rely on Caitlin for night of games and
day of crafts. She also let me borrow this festive nail polish from Sally Hansen.
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Sally Hansen Pacifc Blue |
The man friend and I stopped for Greek food at
Taverna Tony on our way down the coast into LA. A few takeaways from this:
- This was the best Greek food I've ever had.
- French fries at Greek restaurants are basically the same as everywhere else. It was my pleasure to discover this for you.
- The "dip" and bread they served before you order tied in deliciousness with everything else we ordered. Our waiter actually commented on how quickly we ate it and brought us a new plate of it. In the picture you can see Jordan's hand hastily reaching for more. In short: go for the dip. (Note: it's not hummus; we asked. It's better.)
The no-upper-lip smiles are always a party, or in this case, dive bar, favorite.