Monday is here. Greetings. This weekend was a great time with friends upstate. This is a picture of stuff in a gorge. Oh the trees and the moss and lichen. It was nice to escape for a bit and cook meat on an open fire. I am not very outdoorsy as you might know. I try to pretend that I’m down with the outdoors but really, I’m a little scared. I keep worrying I took home a tick and I won’t find out til much later, but by then it will have burrowed its way into my brain and I will never be the same. It’s just a little story I make for myself for fun. Happy Monday!
It’s been a while since I’ve made a “Wish You Were Here” post. But I just read your post today about the fancy pancakes you made this morning. I feel like today was a pancake day for people. My friend Ann reported that she made pancakes today too, and come to think of it my friend Erin also made pancakes. I wonder if Presidents make people think of pancakes. That and it’s a weekend thing to do, for the people and by the people.
Whatever. But it made me think about that time in high school when we had that boy and girl overnight at my mom’s house, against her wishes and Sean and Jeff and I think Jaimi came over. And we all watched The Shining and we were in my mom’s living room with all those French doors which made the movie even scarier. And then the next morning you and I walked to the Ralphs and bought eggs and pancake mix and food dye and made green and blue pancakes and eggs. And when we tried to serve our breakfast to our friends, no one wanted to eat our green pancakes and we wondered why. Oh to be young. Remember that? I thought I was going to be in a rock band and marry someone like Thurston Moore. Looks like none of that happened. I’m still wondering what will happen now.
So… this week, I wish I was there! because Pee Wee Herman is playing live and I wish I could see him. Here’s the opening. I’m sure you remember this. I forgot how long this intro was. Wowza. On Saturday mornings I’d get to watch this when I didn’t have to go to Chinese School. Eventually my mom gave up on sending me to Chinese School, so I got to watch Pee Wee all I wanted. As an adult I wish I could have done both. Cause I’d know how to speak Chinese and still know all about Pee Wee. Anyway, it’s too late now. But enjoy:
Wish You Were Here is a weekly exchange with my friend Stef who lives in Los Angeles.
This week was a nice week.
So on Thursday I had a great show with my pals Glennis McMurray and Mindy Raf, who are hilarious and wonderful ladies. I know you would have laughed during our show and had a grand time. So I wish you could have seen that. Oh, but Glennis wrote songs for each of us and you can look at them here.
This Saturday I went to a club/restaurant I wouldn’t normally go to. It was super fun but I don’t know if I’ll ever go back. (I had a very similar response to “Dancer In The Dark”–I liked it, but I was so disturbed I don’t think I’ll ever watch it again.) I totally thought of you because I remembered those times we went to Club KIIS at the Palace. Is that place still around? Anyway, the vibe was similar. There were tons of dudes and only a handful of ladies. And the collective group of gentlemen created a bouquet of men’s cologne that hung like a musty mist over the club. It was enough to send me back in a mental time machine to the old time dance club days. Oh the memories. This guy over here gets it. I wish you could have participated in the dancing.
Wish You Were Here is a weekly blog posting exchange with my friend Stef who lives in LA.
Happy Birthday! Did you know that you share the same birthday as Woody Allen? I don’t know how that makes you feel. I like his films but I guess he has a bit of a shady history. I’m not sure how I feel. So maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that. But at least he’s an interesting fella. But you also share your birthday with Bette Midler. I don’t know how you feel about that either, but she does have a set of lungs, that Bette and I think she still has a show running in Las Vegas. We should totally go. (Or maybe we shouldn’t. I’d rather spend my money on cheese, frankly). Remember “From A Distance”? Ha. I had to put it here. I just had to. It’s karaoke, so you can sing along. If you’ll notice, they don’t put the words up, so you’ll have to look those up separately. The person who posted this wasn’t thinking of the groups of people who might not know “From A Distance” by heart. Luckily you know all the words.
But besides that, I hope that this year is a sunny year. Here’s to you! And your birth! (I’m cheers-ing you with an imaginary glass full of fancy champagne)
I am so late in posting my ‘wish you were here’, this week.
So today I decided to try to make a chocolate cake from scratch for Thanksgiving. I know it’s not very Thanksgiving-like, but I decided to give it the ol’ college try. I’ve never used that phrase before, and there I went.
I found it on the Food Network’s site, by the Barefoot Contessa. I love her. She’s so happy and just kind of quietly and joyfully making stuff in her kitchen while her husband Jeffrey stops in every once in a while to say hello. My favorite was when she wanted to recreate their time in a Paris brasserie and she made the same fish dish and even got a French paper for him, Le Monde, I think. It’s the details I tell you. The details. Anyhoozles, I thought I’d try her recipe for chocolate cake. I can’t tell how it turned out. It smells great but also so chocolatey and sugary I’m wondering if I messed up somewhere. 2 cups of sugar, really? Yeeesh! My teeth cried a little when I poured those two cups into the mixing bowl. I think it’s too much. What do I know….but I think it was too much.
I’ll tell you how it turns out…if I my teeth don’t fall when I take my first bite. Wish you were here to give me cake advice.
Happy Thanksgiving my friend!
And for no reason at all…
So Stef, I totally wish you could come out here to New York and visit. But since that won’t happen for a while, I’ll share with you via the interweb, what I wish you could share out here!
The other night I got to spend some quality time with some friends and eat a fatted pig. It was a great time, and I wish you were here to stuff your belly with us. Then we played a fun round of a charades/memory/description type game and our brains exploded.
And it’s been pretty out, just slightly chilly with a little breeze. I was eating on Sunday with my friend Erin, and we looked out the window and saw a yellow tree. I think you would have liked that too. Here’s someone else’s version of the tree I found that looks just like it. I know it’s hard to imagine the leaves turning color when it’s 95 degrees where you are, but just picture it for a minute. Hope your move is going well, my grown up friend!