Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Washington and Lee/DC

I don't have a ton of pictures from Shiri's graduation and baccalaureate and all that jazz because Mom and Abba took most of the photos but I do have a bunch from my time in DC. I spent about a week out on the East Coast, first in Lexington for graduation and then with the Webbers in the city. I flew out from Boise with no issues and even had a chance to get a burrito for my dinner and some sandwiches for Mom and Abba while waiting for them to fly in from Orange County. It was a looooong drive out to Lexington but we finally made it and I got some sleep.

The next morning was baccalaureate which was far more formal than ours at C of I. The students get dressed in their cap and gowns and it's a pretty long ceremony. There was a yummy reception afterwards and then, to be honest, some of the events kind of blend together. I think there were a few more receptions, one at this gorgeous large house in the country with a wonderful porch and I was able to chat with some very nice and intelligent people. That night, there was a joint graduation party at Emerald City which was fun until I got tired and just wanted to sleep, which was difficult when my bed was the couch.

 Graduation was the next day and luckily the rain held off until the very end when we were walking to the sorority house. It went by a lot quicker than I expected, luckily, and thank goodness it wasn't too hot. There was a private awards ceremony in the morning at the President's Office for Clarke and Shiri and the man who came from the Sullivan Award Foundation was absolutely adorable. I just wanted to hug him and smile with him. Shiri was one of three that were singled out at the actual ceremony, so pretty high honor! So proud of my little TPFTW. The sorority house lunch was also delicious and there were a few more receptions before we went to dinner with Susie and Wayne, the folks who Mom and Abba had been staying with.












The following morning, I wandered around downtown Lex before Mom, Abba and Shiri drove me into Staunton. We went to this great little pizza restaurant with amazing cheesy bread and then wandered around until the train was supposed to arrive. Except it was very late. This was to be the theme of the day (Megan Dixon told me later that it's because we don't have dual rail lines and passenger trains always have to wait for freight trains.... good to know.... thanks American....).  I swear i was on the slowest train in the whole wide world. The lady next to me was nice though (she kept saying "i love DC... that's where my president is....") and thank goodness I had an entire season of Firefly to keep me occupied. I made it up to Danielle's in record time though and we had delicious tacos and champagne on the roof. Bliss.




On Saturday, I went to Ricky and Danielle to check out "spacious with den" which really wasn't spacious although there was a den.... they're in the process of trying to find a slightly bigger place but this certainly wasn't it. From there, we dropped Ricky off at work and went down to the Potomac for a boat tour. The tour took us past most of the monuments and although our guide was a little odd, my Israeli personality got us onto the boat and the roof kept us cool as we sailed up and down the river. Next we cabbed it to the Portrait Gallery which was also with the American Art Gallery. I loved some of the stuff there- of course portraits are great because they represent so much of history and the upstairs Champions and Artists section. The architecture of the building was also phenomenal, especially the upstairs. After showering and changing, we went down to Bibiana for dinner, which is where Ricky works. We got a cocktail and Ricky sent out some delicious apps and we ended up staying for dinner, sharing a few pasta dishes and being given some complimentary soft-shell crab. I could get used to this life!


 

























On Sunday morning, I ran about three miles down to Dupont Circle where Danielle met me to go wander around the farmer's market. Such great colors and smells and things to sample. We went to a few bookstores, grabbed some coffee and luckily caught a bus right to the apartment. We relaxed that afternoon, making a quick stop up to Politics and Prose and CVS before getting dinner at 2Amy's, this amazing pizza place and then going to see Bob Marley at the improv. THe first comic was funny, the second one was just OK and Bob was absolutely hysterical. We were crying with laughter. There was a guy siting across the stage from us though that did not once break a smile. What's with this guy? Why was he even there? It was pouring when we came up from the Improv but it certainly cooled us down after a hot day.





 Monday was Memorial Day and suuuuuuper hot. Danielle and I drove out to a little town near Dulles to meet up with Mom and Abba for breakfast at this great little bagle place. It was really great for them to catch up with Danielle, seeing as it had been years since they had last seen each other. From there, we did the fastest Whole Foods shopping trip ever, picking up some things for dinner that night. We decided to brave the crowds for the parade, stopping first at the Old Post Office Building to get some Be and Jerry's. There weren't a lot of people at the parade and we're pretty sure an amateur was directing the whole thing because a few bands would come by and then a huge gap and then a few more. But we saw Chuck Yeager, Kris Allen from American Idol and Gary Sinise which was pretty cool. After an hour, we went inside to escape from the heat and wandered around a few exhibits at the Natural History Museum, including a really fascinating forensic anthropology at the Jamestown and Chesapeake Settlements. Ricky made delicious mussels in a garlic sauce with crusty bread and salad for dinner that night, which was ah-mazing. We finished the night out with our usual trashy television. It was needed after a long, hot day!

















I was lucky enough to be able to meet up with Alicia at American University on Tuesday morning. AU was close enough that I could run there, hang out with her for a bit and then run back without exhausting myself. After showering, changing and packing up, I headed down to the National Museum of the American Indian. So many interesting things there, especially the exhibit about the Spirit of the Horse. I wish I had had more time to really read everything but I saw some great artifacts. I also got a chance to eat at their authentic cafeteria. I had Plains fry bread with sugar and honey. OMG so good!












The bus out to the airport was only $6 and I made it out with no trouble. The trouble began when the flight coming in was late so we boarded late so we didn't make it out past the storm so they noticed a screen was malfunctioning so they went back to the gate but then discovered that it did work so they finally took off but we were all late and missed our flights and because United is a stupid airline, they blamed it just on the weather and not on anything else so we all slept on the floor of the airport. Awesome. Luckily, I got out on the first standby flight the next morning and got to nap at Brooke and Kevin's before C of I alumni Happy Hour.

And there you have my East Coast Week!

Awesome People

I found this website called Awesome People Hanging Out Together and just wanted to share my favorites. Go here: http://awesomepeoplehangingouttogether.tumblr.com to see more.

Maradona and Queen

YES: Paul Newman and Clint Eastwood

Harper Lee and Truman Capote (aka Scout and Dill)

Random! Helen Keller and Mark Twain

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Reading Like a Fiend



I picked this one up for the following reasons: 1) he is Israeli 2) he directed an Israeli film that I love 3) I dig short stories and 4) Ira Glass recommended it. How can you not enjoy this? There were probably 40 or so short stories in this collection, some hysterical, some sad, some absolutely bizarre. You never knew what the next story would bring and it was incredibly captivating. Good to read too when you're tired because the stories are so short- you can easily read them all in a day or can easily break them up as well.



The Borrower was also a unique tale- Lucy is a children’s librarian in Missouri and her favorite kid is Ian, a clearly gay ten-year-old with fundamentalist, evangelical Christian parents. Great combination. Lucy ends up inadvertently kidnapping Ian (or is he kidnapping her?) and they travel first to Chicago and then almost all the way up to Canada, getting more and more tangled up in webs of lies and possible charges of kidnapping and child endangerment. I loved the book up until the end- I felt that even though it was told from Lucy’s point of view, it was incomplete because you never really find out about Ian. I found myself wishing that the author would write another book from Ian’s point of view, maybe like 15 years later. Did he ever get out of the clutches of his parents? How did he explain the kidnapping? Did he ever get back in touch with Lucy? All these things were left incomplete and I was left wanting more.



Taft 2012 was hysterical. I found it in a bookstore in Sun Valley a few months ago and have wanted to read it since. It’s nice having a friend working in the library because you get books ordered for you. Taft 2012 begins with the premise that after he lost the election to Woodrow Wilson, William Howard Taft disappeared. In actuality (according to the book), he fell asleep and essentially hibernated until he woke up in 2011 and was shot by a member of the Secret Service who mistook him for someone about to attack the president. People, shocked that Taft had returned, also began to appreciate his conservative politics and his Progressive thoughts and he becomes the ideal candidate for 2012. The story is told both through Taft’s experiences as well as “transcripts” from TV shows, newspaper articles, Twitter comments, notes from the desks of various people and Secret Service logs. I have a far greater appreciation for William Howard Taft after reading this, which I did in about 5 hours. Such a great book. 



My book club this month read Gateway to Women’s Country, by Sherri Tepper. It wasn’t what I expected it to be but at the same time, I’m not sure if I could tell you what I expected. It looks at a post-apocalyptic, matriarchal society where the men are sent to garrisons at age 5 and then decide ten to fifteen years later if they want to stay with the garrison or return home to be a servitor and serve the women who are the doctors, shopkeepers, etc. The story jumps back and forth in time and is a new, interesting look, at a post-nuclear war society. It reminded me a lot of a similar premise told in Califia’s Daughters by Leigh Richards (Laurie R King), but obviously has a different take upon the situation. We had a great discussion though, only once veering off-track into the incredibly inappropriate.



The Family Fang is this great story about two children, Annie and Buster, who seemingly were born simply for the purpose of being a part of their parents living art. Each chapter interspersed with a short chapter about some living art performance that the two were forced to participate in. For example, one chapter told of a vacation down to Florida where the parents pretended they were a couple and the kids were unaccompanied minors. The dad proposed to the mom over the loud-speaker during the flight and on the way down she accepted and on the way back, she refused. The art was the visible excitement and discomfort, respectively, felt by the other passengers on the flight. Annie and Buster, both back at home after some poor adult decisions, are forced to rejoin their parents but, also as adults, now feel more confident in refusing. They find themselves caught up in their parents’ largest and most elaborate scheme. I don’t want to give anything else away because there is a pretty huge twist but the story was compelling and I kept wanting to know more about the different shenanigans the parents got Annie and Buster involved in.


 
And now to the disappointing. I stumbled across The Discovery of Witches the same time as Taft 2012 and found it at the library a few weeks ago. I was really excited about the premise and the descriptions of Oxford and was captivated for the first 200 or so pages. Then it just disintegrated into a hybrid of a romance novel meets Twilight meets Vampire Diaries meets lord knows what else. Eventually, I felt that the author had just put a bunch of ideas into a bowl and just pulled one out and wrote about it for twenty pages before doing it gain. New characters kept getting introduced while old characters didn’t seem to have any real dimension or serve really much purpose. Plot points that had been brought up at the beginning were seemingly abandoned and mentioned only briefly. And then in the end, it seemed like the easy way out was taken in order to set the book up for a sequel. Not one that I will read. Or maybe I will, just to get some sort of conclusion. 

Aaaaaaaand I've done it again...

I've let myself get totally behind with posting. So here goes a massive amount of crazy posts about my life lately. Let's start with things I've been doing with friends. A few weeks ago, MB turned 29 so we got together to celebrate his life. We started off on Abbey's patio and Jon drank his Coronas that he brought in a plastic bag. From there we headed downtown to Flatbread. We didnt' have enough seats in the car so one of us sat in the trunk of Bobcat's SUV. No names to protect the slightly ridiculous. We originally wanted to go to Casanova Pizza but it closed at 9. What place closes at 9 on a Saturday night? Also ridiculous. So Flatbread it was and we ordered a few pizzas to share, which were, as usual, delicious. It was a great dinner except for Jon mocked my cider and sometimes it took Matt, Jon and Abbey 18 tries to get a good picture. Don't worry, I haven't posted them all....

the birthday boy and Jon

Jon mocking my cider

Chicago 2011 Marathoners

me, Kassi and our pole


and Bobcat

Next we went off to the Bistro since Matt knew someone there and they were hoping for free drinks. They didn't get any but Jon did maybe perhaps dance with a man... No confirmation but it was hysterical to watch him sweat and see him and Abbey try to figure out if it really was a man or a woman. From there we went to the Basque Center. But this time, there was no party so it was a lot quieter. In fact, we were the ones making the most noise. Typical. We pretty much closed the place down and everyone was jealous that they weren't at our table.

all of us at the Bistro

Abbey and Jon

me and Jon

the "woman" Jon danced with

MY and MB

he may or may not be in the trunk...

The major discussion of the night was Matt's almost 30 bucket-list. We promised that if he completed everything on the list, we would get him a hotel suite in Vegas to celebrate the big 3-0. Let's see if he makes it happen....
the list...

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Saturday was a gorgeous, gorgeous day and Abbey, Michael and I met up at Jon’s house to ride out to Lucky 13. They all had their fancy mountain bikes but I held my own with my gear-less cruiser. I personally had ridden down from Brooke and Kevin’s to Lael and Josh’s for book club and then down the greenbelt and across a bridge to get to Jon’s. We were able to ride the green belt the entire time and it wasn’t took busy or bumpy. The river was just gorgeous and the sun wasn’t too hot, which was so nice. We made it to Lucky 13 a little early for lunch, so we doubled-back to go to Brown's Landing where we met up with Megan and Elsa the dog. We got some sweet potato fries at Boise Fry Co, chattered, teased each other as we usually do, and then biked over to Barber Park to lie in the grass and play some Frisbee until we were hungry enough to go get lunch. Lucky 13 is always a great place to eat and this time we all tried out their sandwiches (although next time I think we’ll get a pizza to share- much better). The ride home wasn’t bad either, just a little sunnier, and Michael greeted every single person we passed with an “afternoon!” The worst part of the whole day was riding uphill back to Brooke and Kevin’s. They actually passed me by the golf course and pulled over to give me a ride. The bike didn’t quite fit in the back so Kevin hopped on and took off down the street. When he finally made it home ten minutes later, he asked me how on earth I rode 26 miles with no gears. In actuality, most of the ride was pretty flat- it was just that last bit that killed me. All in all, though, such a great time and so proud of my cruiser for holding its own against the geared bikes. Can’t wait to do it again!


getting ready to head out

what terrible pictures...

Megan and Jon at BFC

me and Abbey

Jon and Michael