I finally figured out what to wear on Donut Day at the office:
Photo taken by me during Zara shopping trip
Happy Friday, everyone!
I finally figured out what to wear on Donut Day at the office:
Photo taken by me during Zara shopping trip
Happy Friday, everyone!
For a good long time, I've been into design blogs. Now that I've run out of rooms in my apartment to "design" - i.e. slap up brightly colored tacky things - I am adding cooking blogs to the mix. I love the photos and the possibility of eating more elaborate dinners than a bag of popcorn, which is occasionally my go-to.
The only problem? I hate grocery shopping. Hate it. My main issue is that I live about a mile from the grocery store and I don't have a car. I was talking to a neighbor who goes to my church and she said, "I can't believe you live in this neighborhood without a car!""Oh, it's fine," I said. "Not a problem."Cut to literally 24 hours later, and after the non-arrival of the D2 bus, I'm trudging up a hill, wearing a gym bag, three grocery bags draped on each arm, a grocery bag hanging from my neck, carrying a pair of rain boots that I no longer need because it's not rainy. I might have also been weeping. Just a tad. All of the bags were arranged on my person in a Tetris-like puzzle, so that moving one bag would disturb the equilibrium of the whole thing.
Then I hear someone call "Hey, need a ride?" I look over and it's my neighbor Holley from yesterday. Yes, living in Glover Park without a car is no problem at all.She was nice enough to take pity on me and give me a lift home. I could barely climb into the car, with my Sherpa-esque arrangement of grocery bags. Thanks so much, Holley! Much appreciated!
This weekend, I had my first "DJ" gig - my good friend Serena asked me if I would like to DJ her wedding, and I agreed. What are my credentials? I have none. I just like music.
But not the kind of music people like. My picks aren't generally crowd-pleasers. If I had my way, I would play Of Montreal, the deep cuts.
Serena is smart, however and picked out her own playlist, with music that was recognizable. My job was to press "Play" on iTunes. Sounds simple enough. But still I worried. "You're going to screw up and ruin the wedding," Serena joked. Yes, that was my worry.
It turned out fine. I had to race back and forth past the wedding party to get to the laptop, which might have been obtrusive. My skills were rudimentary, yes. But when guests at a wedding breakdance to Beastie Boys' "Intergalactic," I deem it a success. In short, invite fun people to your wedding and you'll have a good time, regardless.