Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Check out Roya's Reve by Roya and Style Celebration!

Here is a blog I've been meaning to put up for a while… My friend Roya http://twitter.com/royasfstyle sent me a press release about her new company she's started, Reve by Roya, and I wanted to put it up for her. Roya is smart, and creative, so if you're in the market for some jewelry, check out her shop. If you're short on money right now, just check out her blog, Style Celebration, which is a must for anyone trying to learn about style, fashion and its icons. I go there when I want to be educated. To me, SF is not a very stylish place, but Roya brings a little of that into our lives! (Here are a couple of old pics of me and Roya, because I haven't uploaded the one from this weekend onto flickr yet).


"Press Release:
Subject: RÊVE BY ROYA, One-of-a-kind Handmade Jewelry
http://www.facebook.com/l/f9a4f;www.reve.myshopify.com
INTRODUCING RÊVEBYROYA
ONE-OF-A-KIND HANDMADE JEWELRY

Custom handmade jewelry is no longer a mirage in a sea of mass produced trinkets on display in stores across the world. There is in fact a passionate designer who scours all the little shops on the streets of San Francisco in order to create unique handmade jewelry. Bay Area born Roya Mirgoli is the designer behind Rêve By Roya.
Her vision is to create delicate, modern jewelry inipired by natural elements. The first collection released from Rêve By Roya is aptly titled “Gilded Sun”. Influenced by a recent trip to Paris, Roya came across jewelry that was on display in the Louvre Museum belonging to ancient Egyptian and Roman times.
Each piece in this collection is created with a classical influence and modern appeal take on the shiny, jeweled and intricate adornments worn by timeless women.
Rich gold and copper beads mixed with wood, glass and semi-precious stone elements make a dazzling statement that can be worn from day to night- which is essential to the modern woman’s wardrobe.
Designed and made by hand, every necklace, earring or bracelet is one-of-a-kind and unique, something that the Rêve By Roya customer finds within herself as well."

Friday, June 25, 2010

It's strawberry time! Strawberry Avocado Salad

I LOVE strawberries. They are awesome. They are so good that they may be a tad hair above my other favorite fruit, mangos. And guess what? It's strawberry season! We have some guys who come and sell strawberries on the side of the road by my house. You can get a huge six pint flat for $10 or $11 (depending on their mood I guess). These are some of the yummiest sweetest strawberries ever. So I kept seeing things about strawberry salads, and I was curious. And since I'm trying to make myself make some actual recipes, I decided to try one. It is hard to find strawberry salad where nuts are not a vital component. I found one that had enough other flavors in it so I could leave those out. If you're not allergic, add them back in. This salad is super sweet. SUPER sweet. It's like a dessert salad. And may I add, avocados are also one of my favorites things ever too.

Strawberry Avocado Salad
From Allrecipies.com
Yields 2 servings

2 Tablespoons white sugar
2 Tablespoons olive oil
1 Tablespoon cider vinegar
1 tsp lemon juice
2 cups torn salad greens (I used one whole bag instant salad green salad in a bag)
1 avocado, peeled, pitted and sliced
10 strawberries, sliced
1/2 cup chopped pecans (I left this out, since both myself and my roommate can't eat pecans)

In a small bowl, whisk together the sugar, olive oil, honey, vinegar and lemon juice. Set aside. Place the greens in a large bowl (or a "pretty bowl" as the original recipe suggests, but an ugly one works fine), and top with avocado and strawberries. Drizzle dressing over everything, then sprinkle with pecans. Refrigerate for up to 2 hrs before serving, or serve immediately. The dressing is sugary, so it tends to settle. If you're not going to eat it right away, I recommend keeping it separate to pour over at the last minute, instead.
Photos by Merredith Lloyd
 
 

Thursday, June 24, 2010

My New England Vacation: RI and the rest of MA

 Well, i'd better get going and write about my trip before more stuff happens to write about and i get even more behind! As you probably deduced from my boston blog, i did not stay in boston when i went on vacation. instead, i stayed with my friend jay over in fall river, ma. it's an old warehouse city about 45min to an hr away from boston, and about 20 min away from providence RI. no public transportation or anything, so my friend tristan (who came on the vacation with me) and i had to depend on jay to drive us places. which i did feel bad about. i thought san diego wasnt a walking city, well it's walk heaven compared to fall river. anyway. we got into providence airport late wed nite and the only thing to do was go to bed. thursday was our first day there and it was really productive. we went to this awesome burger place called the ugly american, which was featured on phantom gourmet (i used to love that show!). then next, tristan and i headed to the gym for a workout. we worked out a deal where we could go there a few times as visitors, but sadly, we never had time to go the rest of the days, which definitely left me feeling grumpy from gym withdrawal, and with no appetite after a while. then we all drove over to my nana's house in stoughton & i got to visit with her, my auntie jane, and drive down the street to see my cousin becky at work (too bad she was in work clothes or we coulda taken a photo too..). then we were off to tristan's family's house for a homecooked meal by his mom. after dinner, we headed over to providence and checked out a couple of jay's favorite bars - stable (bad music at a level not for bar conversation) and alley cat (they blasted music at the end at such high levels that i literally injured my ears, read my yelp review!).  so many things checked off the list of stuff to get done on this vacation! we wanted to go to Ptown, and postponed it from thursday to friday because of the bad weather. but friday was bad too. In fact, cold, cloudy, rainy, bleh weather followed me there and back to SF later on. We never got to go to Ptown.  Friday we went to the Natick mall, which is kinda mleh. But then, back in Fall river, i got to try my first restaurant cooked Portuguese food (the homecooked has been covered lots of times by Tristan's mom).  If you are in fall river, make sure to go to Estoril, it was great! Later on, a quick stop back in providence to Mira Bar, the local cheesy club finished the night. The next couple days were devoted to boston pride.. But on monday we went to Newport, RI. We stopped at a little fish place called anthonys seafood in newport's neighbor middletown (near my now deceased grandparents house) I've been to newport many times, because my father grew up there. very pretty city. We were late to another dinner at Tristan's familys house, and as punishment, his mom made us all do shots of cape verde moonshine called grogue lol. Tuesday was NH (blog to come soon) and Wednesday it was back to the airport, after stopping at an idiotic pb&j/grilled cheese restaurant.
My RI and MA portion of the vacation was characterized by a lot of car rides, a lot of squeaky airmattress, a lot of factories made into other types of stores, and some very good food that i wished i had more room in my stomach to eat. (as well as some not so good chain food & etc that i didnt really mention).  I noticed living in the middle of nowhere is super cheap. But kinda dull. It definitely made me long for SF. In fact, the first day back to SF, i spent the day reveling in the fact that whenever i wanted to go somewhere, i could! all by myself! and if i was hungry, i could eat! and something healthy! marvelous! LOL. Still, it felt so familiar to be back in new england, and kind of homey yet at the same time gave me this uncomfortable trapped feeling, like i might never get back to my real life. i dunno. I'm happier here i guess thats why. Good times with my friend jay though!
Photos by Merredith Lloyd and Jason Ladeira



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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Putting a little effort

A lot of times I tend to feel depressed, and then I start wondering what is the point of trying to look nice and stuff each day? That's what I was thinking this past weekend. Who cares? Who cares if I'm seen out in public with no shower and no proper makeup? I guess no one really. But then I have a day like yesterday when I rethink my who-cares-edness. First, I was walking to the gym, and outside the gym there was a poster for a local SF pride party on a telephone pole or tree or something. It was all yay lesbians yay pride music dancing blah. But at the top was "Justin Bieber lookalike contest!" It was pretty obvious from this flyer that you were supposed to WANT to win this contest. That looking like a teenaged boy (and one who looks young for his age, at that) is a desirable trait if you are a grown woman. And that this will somehow attract more grown women to you. I dunno, it may. It's SF and I totally don't get lesbian's tastes here. (Ok, I don’t get them anywhere probably). What I think is a hot woman is not what they think is. But a teenaged boy? Bleh! Later, after my workout, I was on my way home and coming out of the muni at Castro. I saw two women standing there chatting and hugging or whatever, and my first thought was wow would it kill them to put a little effort into themselves? And then something clicked. If I stop caring, thinking that no one else cares, I'll be just like them. My hair will be really ugly and messy. My clothes will look like they came out of the trash. My face will be all yukky. And strangers will look at me and think wow couldn’t she have put some effort into herself today? I'd better practice what I preach, right? And so, for anyone who will be standing near me, you get a reprieve.

Monday, June 21, 2010

My New England Vacation: Boston Pride Recap: Fun, but No Regrets about Moving to SF

As you may know, I was in new england for a week for vacation. A week is a long time, so I'm going to split it into 3 chunk blogs. I figured I'd write first about boston and boston pride, since it's pride season. The last time I visited new england for my sister's wedding, I didn’t get to go to boston (it was winter!) so the Saturday before last was my first time in boston in about four years. I went on this trip with my best friend Tristan and we took a commuter rail in, and landed at south station. I was expecting boston to be strange or different maybe. But it was pretty much the same. We had a teency bit of technical difficulties, as our minds recalibrated to the layout of the city (honestly, we both always got lost even when we lived there). I was slightly better at remembering where things were than him, because I'd lived there longer (ten yrs!). It was chilly and muggy and misting rain. We made a beeline for b good healthy hamburger spot, and it was just as good or better than I remembered. Yum! Then we went shopping along newbury st & to the mall there, before a not so great dinner at a noodle place. Suddenly, I saw the time, and realized we had missed my friend wayne michaels djing at club café. Oops :(. We got there just as he and Jane were leaving. I also got to see my old apartment, well from the outside, looking just the same, with the old white hen pantry where I ate most of my food most of the time I was there, right across the street. Boston was so same-ish. In many ways it was as if I had never left. That night, our friend Jay finally met up with us, and we went to the main pride event at the house of blues (ie the old avalon, with a different name). It was supposed to be 3d, but when we got in and got our glasses, they were more kaleidascope. Despite the organizers handing out more and more glasses over the night, everyone just tried them on, realized no one could see/stand/dance like that, and put them in our pockets. There was nothing 3d about the night. But that's ok! The décor looked like I was inside of an alien plant life..thing. I dunno, but it was cool. And Dj abel spun better than I expected. I really love his music, but it's pride, and music usually tends to be worse at pride. He was not as dark as usual, but he did a great job all night long. Well, all night short. The event ended at 2am, which I didn’t realize when I was buying the tickets. Just as I was getting into my dancing groove, it was over. Tristan and I contemplated going to Rise. We both LOVED rise and missed it, but decided to save $ and skip it. The next day, by the time we got to Boston, it was very late & I missed seeing my college friend elisabeth :(. We only got to the tail end of the Stuart street block party, but I guess that was the best part. Dj Joe Gauthreaux did a good job, and it was chilly again, but good people watching. I had been SO looking forward to walking around boston in the heat, but what can you do? By that time we had accumulated some new friends, so we ended up at cheesecake factory for dinner. It was your usual meal there (or in whatever city you're at). We finished pride with the Sunday night party at underbar. I'd never been to underbar, and was surprised how big it was! One room had richie ladue spinning, which made me think of rise all over again, but he played a lot differently than he used to in his rise days. The other big room had nina flowers spinning, and she spun much darker than I expected. It was not a dancey night, but I met jujubee & abel and also saw some boring singer sing which everyone else liked. I forget her name. One of the funnier moments was when my friends and I walked into one room from the other, and saw a girl with no panties and a short skirt, showing her everything. Over the next, what, 40 min or longer, we saw some guy go down on her, take photos of her, including photos of between her open legs, and just a general show. Most of us laughed but poor Joe was severely traumatized, as these people must have taken his innocence lol. Eventually a bouncer came over with a bullhorn and admonished them - no sex in the vip! Lol. Another interesting night to close my boston time. What I noticed/had forgotten/or was new: everyone drinks there. Clubs close early. Most guys keep their shirts on, even when the club is burning hot. They still love their labels. It's funny that in those 2 days, people were friendlier to us than the whole time I lived there I feel like (thanks Omar, Ranny, etc). Well, I was still my usual quiet, watching self. So the friendliness shown was all due to my friends Tristan and Jay. But still. I had fun, but I probably won't be back to boston again for another bunch of yrs. I made the right choice (yay). For more photos, click on the photo credit.
Photos by Merredith Lloyd, Jason Ladeira and Omar Martinez


Sunday, June 20, 2010

Five Star Restaurant: Coronado Cupcakery

Coronado Cupcakery
Cupcakes on Coronado Island
www.coronadocupcakery.com
1201 First Street, Coronado, CA 92118
619.437.0166

This place is awesome!  It's on Coronado, at San Diego, so too far to come lol.  Tristan Jaxx and i found it while waiting for the ferry. its buy 3 cupcakes, get one free, but the two times we've gone we didnt have any place to put the extra cupcakes, so they are $3.50 each.  we got the black bottom cupcakes, which have chocolate, cheesecake, cookie dough and who knows what else. theyre super filling, yummy, sweet, and a great taste. the girl who works there is nice as well. i liked this flavor so much i never tried the other flavors, but there are some that look tasty which id try if i actually lived nearby. if i did live nearby id be going all the time! they were super moist. yum!!
Photo by merredith lloyd

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Five Star Restaurant; Serrano's Pizza

Serrano's Pizza
Pizza Delivery from the Mission
http://www.serranospizza.com/
3274 21st St. San Francisco, CA 94110
415.695.1615

Serrano's Pizza is yummy. I'm not a big pizza person, but when i order it, i want it to be good. We've tried the regular pizzas, the calzones, and recently, the deep dish pizza with their special sauce. Everything is great! Not greasy, well priced for pizzas, big size, fresh and tasty.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Temple of Poi Fire Dancing


Tuesday after work, i skipped my zumba class to go to..fire dancing. Yes, very random, right? But it was on groupon.com and i saw it and thought wow, who does that? i will! I then forgot about it. until the groupon i bought was expiring. i caught the very last class available before i left for my vacation. i had no preparation before i went to temple of poi fire dancing intro class. i didnt even know what poi are. poi are swinging things on strings. In a professional's case, it would be fire. In our case, it was bean bags. I was a little disapointed to hear that we were not going to be using real fire, but a couple minutes into the class, i was very glad. if we had used real fire, i'd be dead. or at least very disfigured right now. this was just an intro class. there is a real six week course that prepares you for real fire dancing. The class was in the basement of a building downtown, and it reminded me of a college student union. there were even 2 guys practicing a performance piece.  our teacher came in wearing glitter on her face and feathers in her hair. so sf. she was very nice, and the class was small. it has to be, because what are we doing? twirling around beanbags on strings.  we twirled them and twirled them. for a whole hour. and i sucked. the teacher said it seems like twirling these beanbags would be easy, but its not. but it doesnt seem like it would be to me. i am totally uncoordinated. i proceeded to hit myself in the head and the body and the legs. many times. and the wall. and the whiteboard. it was funny. i kept laughing at myself the whole time, but other than that i got bored. i know when you're learning you have to have repetition to learn. but i have a short attention span. i wanted to stop. that is too long for me to twirl. i kept stopping and she kept saying, merredith, how are you doing, keep going. on the way home, listening to my ipod, i realized what was missing from my fire dancing class. MUSIC. we werent dancing. we were twirling. for an hour. if i had music, i could have maybe focused more and kept on beat.  other than the lack of music, i think it was a good class.  it's supposed to be good exercise too, once you get into it.  it's just that fire dancing is not for me.  Have you ever seen/done this?  i cant keep interest that long. im glad i went. im glad there was no fire. now i can say i've fire danced..sorta.
Photo by merredith lloyd

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

My first trip to CA

Earl grey tea always makes me think of the first time I went to california. No, not when I moved to SF. Years before. I was probably only around 22, and it was my first work trip. This was the farthest I'd ever been from home, except maybe for cancun (not sure of the miles comparison there) and only the third time I'd been on an airplane. The first that I'd done it alone. I was scared. The night before, my best friend and I drove our other friend all the way from Boston to CT and back. Along the way, the friend was driving across state lines in my car with a broken taillight and got pulled over. And had no license. I guess she ended up later having a bench warrant for that. On the way back, it was very late, and my best friend and I were falling asleep driving the long, boring drive. I think at one point we pulled over and napped. There were no coffee places open along the way. It was a scary drive. I crashed at her place, in my clothes, and woke up - late! We sped over to my house, where I threw some clothes into a bag, and over to the airport. I'd missed the flight! FORTUNATELY, it had been delayed or something and they stuck me on another one. Unshowered, in my same clothes from yesterday's road trip. I was sitting in the biggest plane I've been on to date, I think, right next to a james dean impersonator. Yes, really. Lol. The stewardesses all thought we were together, asking me if he was allergic to anything for snacks, and when he fell asleep on my shoulder, saying how very lucky I was to be with such a hot guy. Lol. Hmm, I considered. James dean, wasn’t he the sexi icon for an entire generation? Should I try to do the mile high thing? I wasn’t really that bold. Or experienced. When we got off the plane, he went his direction (LA) and I went mine (Pasadena). He invited me out, but I was nervous about a cab ride to a strange city, and getting back to the hotel from LA, when I hadnt even checked in yet. Or showered. Or gotten rid of my luggage. Maybe if I were clean, or knew anything about sex, I would have done it. Then I could say I'd slept with james dean. I was a good girl. I went and checked in.


California was new and different. My first time on the west coast! I was there for a conference, and didn’t have to set up till afternoon, so in the morning, I walked around and explored. CA had more healthy grocery stores. It had southwestern type houses. Warm weather. Some unfamiliar fast food places. One thing I didn’t like was that no one smoked. In boston, everyone smoked. Here, I had to walk forever to get a pack of cigarettes, and when I went to take a smoke break, I was alone. These annoying healthy californians, I grumbled. All their fresh air… I felt like a villan with every puff. But mostly, I liked it. And what I liked the best were the people. They were SO FRIENDLY!! People were smiling. People were talking to me! I talked to the hotel person. I talked with the guys who helped set up the booths at the conference. One of them even gave me a ride on his truck that moved boxes and things around. And during the conference, guys flocked over to my booth. Some women, but mostly they gave me sour looks and passed. Oh well, that was usual anyways. I got invited to drinks and dinners. I had to pick and choose cuz I wasn’t there that long. I hung out twice with a physics guy who was the youngest, probably late 20s or 30. He even took me to LA for dinner and a tour of the city. Another guy took me to eat as well. I had new sushis and tried crocodile and ostrich. My best friend back home was borrowing my car and got arrested for running a light and losing her license (strip searched cuz she was brown). Despite that minor drama, it was just great. I loved CA. I had never experienced that much attention in my life. And yet when I think of my first trip to CA, my only visit to Pasadena, the image that comes to mind is earl grey tea. My first morning in CA, sitting on an outside patio at a random cute restaurant I found, by myself, eating breakfast and sipping some perfect early grey tea in a perfect moment.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

My Ten Year College Reunion

This weekend is my college tenth reunion. yes, TEN YEARS.  That seems long, like i should be crusty. i know, i know, wait tilll my 20th. or 50th (will i even be alive by then?).  I knew it was coming, but i didnt want to go. i ignored it. i planned a trip back east for other reasons, then discovered it's the same weekend as my reunion. but, i'm STILL not going. my best friend from college, elisabeth, is traveling all the way from her home in greece to MA to go to this thing. but i have no interest.  of course, i want to see her, but that doesnt mean i have to travel to my old campus to do it.  i dont see the point. college was important at the time. it was a way for me to get away from the town in NH where my parents lived and i hated.  They never moved, but at least i could. it was a way for me to get my degree, which everyone was telling me i needed to get a real job and make a living in life (although i now disagree with that). I met some cool people.  a lot of those people that i really cared about at the time, i dont talk to anymore. some other people who were nice, are my facebook friends now and probably reading this.  but it didnt make a super impression on me. high school was horrible, i hated it, i cried and begged not to go. i didnt mind college. a bit dull, but nice enough. nothing super great. nothing life changing. a few defining moments, some bad, some good, like my trips to disney world and cancun, finally having some friends.  I remember senior week, "disorientation" when i got my first kiss. (yes, from a random guy at a party, it was past due, get over it). College was not what they show on tv. It was not party time, it was not drinking, drugs, sex, all nighters, the time of my life.  It was me, studying a lot, going to work at my jobs, making a few friends and having normal fun with them, getting bored, and graduating. by the time i graduated i was so bored of being there, i wished i could have left a long time ago. i was ready to move on with things. so if by then i was ready, why go back now? its the past. This week when i go back to new england, i will definitely be glad to see elisabeth. but because we have been friends all these years, not because of college. did you/will you go to your reunion? why or why not? are you nostalgic for your college years? ten years..so much has happened...it could be a lifetime ago. ive grown up since i was that 21 year old graduating. see me in these photos? in my cap and gown, or there, during senior week when we had our freshman hall reunion (thats me in a sweater in may lol, always cold.. on the far right if youre facing the photo)... i wish my photo scanner was set up so i could scan in some more, but if you want to see a couple more photos from college go here.. and hopefully i can get more at some point.

Monday, June 07, 2010

Getting Girly for Dummies: Intro & the Mani/Pedi Eyebrow Wax

If you're a long time reader of my blog, you might remember how over the past couple of years, i've made it a goal to learn how to be more girly. i never learned growing up.  i didnt really have friends, and my mother and sister (and father and brother) are all even less girly than me, outwardly. Inwardly, i'm really not very girly at all, but i wanted to look my best, and to me, looking somewhat but not overboard girly is my best. So i researched. Mostly online, trial and error, a lot of observation...  i'm still working on it. the other day, my twitter/blog friend mary announced her operation sexification.  She too, never really learned how to be girly. and then other women commented, and said they hadn't. then i realized, it wasnt just me. there are tons of women out there with no idea how to be girly. maybe they had no girly role models to teach them, maybe their friends werent girls, or just non girly girls.  A lot of people seem to think their body is wrong for being girly, that you have to be very thin like a model, or, maybe, in the new piss-me-off craze, a 'real' woman has curves.  Well guess what, anyone can be girly! Even if you're starting at it late. Even if your body is bigger, or (like mine) smaller than what other people tell you is girly.  With a little effort, you too can be outwardly girly (dont wanna change our insides) and i'm going to help you, the way i would like to have been helped.
Every couple of months, i head down the street to the salon and get a mani/pedi and an eyebrow wax. Let's talk about the eyebrows first. My junior year in college, my best friend in college elisabeth and i went to cancun for vacation. I think i was 20. we were getting ready to go out one night, and she took me and plucked my eyebrows for me. they were kinda full before then. i didnt know how/what to do with them. after i felt so sexi with long hair, a dress, a tan, and plucked eyebrows. Over the years, i've realized, plucking your own eyebrows hurts. and its SO easy to mess up. go get it done professionally. i've also realized you cant go too often, or there will be wax buildup and your hair might stop growing lol. Try every couple of months, and maybe pluck the stray hair now and then in between times. The trend tends toward letting people have fuller eyebrows, so its better to be on the safe side. Find a place you like. They should know how to shape it. You might get puffy for a little but after but if it goes over 15 min or so, find a new place, they did it wrong. You can get a good eyebrow wax for $8-12. There are places that charge way more, but you don't need to pay that much, and in fact, i get a better wax at the cheaper places. Just this one act frames your face and makes you feel so much prettier!
I got my first mani/pedi around 2 yrs ago on my way to vacation in palm springs. it takes up a good chunk of time and its more of a luxury, so i dont do it too often. in fact, its only in the past year that i've been doing it regularly. but it makes such a difference! Find a place you like, and that you can relax. One that has massage chairs and soapy tubs for your feet. A mani pedi can cost $20-25.  My mother was suckered into a $50 one in NH. Mine cost $25 in SF and come out great. Don't waste your money. They have you pick your colors, and they always have tons of fun colors. Opi and essie are good brands. Wear pants you can roll up, or a skirt/shorts. Likewise, make sure your sleeves roll up. They will offer you something to drink and a magazine. A lot of women totally ignore the nail technicians as they work. I feel awkward doing that. I tend to watch. They will soak you, trim your hang nails, soften and fix your cuticles, and then the hard part, where they buff your feet, mine are sensitive! lol. There is often a scrub on your feet and legs.  There should always be warm lotion with a small massage on your feet, legs, hands and arms.  They should paint an undercoat, 2-3 color coats, and a top coat. If you don't want the polish, they will ask you if you want a buff. This is just them shining up your nails with no nailpolish, so say yes. But polish gives you a very put together and finished look.  Your toe polish should last you weeks. The nail polish will probably last about one week. You can go back and get a repolish for usually around $5 where they will remove the old chipped polish, and put new, all without the whole spa experience. The spa-ness is good to do every couple of months to keep you from being all hang naily and callusy and bleh. It also promotes younger looking skin on your hands and feet, where age tends to show. Don't forget to tip your nail/brow people. I am always unsure, so i tip like i'm in a restaurant, 20%.  The whole thing, brow, mani/pedi, should take about an hour.  You'll come away from the whole experience feeling relaxed, pampered, pretty, and put together looking. And that's your lesson for today.

Sunday, June 06, 2010

Five Star Restaurant: Paramount

Paramount
Awesome Breakfast in Beacon Hill
http://www.paramountboston.com/
44 Charles St. Boston, MA 02114
617.720.1152

This was down the street from my old apartment in Beacon Hill, Boston, and i went there for brunch a couple of times.  For breakfast and lunch, you walk in, get in line, order, get the food, then sit down. Dont sit down till you have your food. This works well, actually, and everyone has a seat.  The food is SO GOOD.  they have the BEST buttermilk blueberry pancakes!!  You know how sometimes they taste all weird, and restauranty, but these taste like homemade.  The sandwiches are good too, and they are very accomadating with any special orders.  At night for dinner, the place changes into a sit down restaurant, but i never went there for that.I haven't been since I lived there in 2006 though.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Tasty Do it Yourself Chicken Nuggets

Couple sundays ago, roomie was at work and i was supposed to be providing dinner. i waited too long to order from the burger place down the street, which was going to be my 'cooking', and they closed early. what to do? i had nothing in the house to use to cook except some chicken and we were both sick of that. hmm. then i thought why not make chicken nuggets? remember how good those were from mcdonalds as a kid before they changed the recipe, and before i stopped eating fast food? well we had none of the right ingredients, and my improvised recipe came out edible at best. last night we decided to try again, only this time, roomie went to the grocery store and got me some ingredients. and they were DELICIOUS! we scarfed those down, the whole batch in one night!  They're easy to make, but just watch out you dont get caught eating too many like some people here did. given normal appetites this would serve 3-4, but never six like the recipe says.
Baked Chicken Nuggets (From Allrecipies.com)
3 skinless, boneless chicken breasts
1 cup italian seasoned bread crumbs
1/2 cup grated parmesan cheese
1 tsp salt
1 tsp dried thyme
1 tablespoon dried basil
1/2 cup butter, melted
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Cut the chicken into 1 1/2 inch sized pieces.  In a medium bowl, mix together the dry ingredients.  Put the melted butter into a separate bowl for dipping.  Dip the chicken pieces first into the butter, then into the dry mixture for coating.  Put them onto a lightly greased baking sheet in a single layer, and bake in a preheated oven for 20 minutes.
We forgot the basil, but once we buy some we'll add it in.

Photo by Merredith Lloyd

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Augusten's friend Christy

Excerpt from the story "GWF Seeks SAME" from Possible Side Effects by Augusten Burroughs

My friend, Christy, was a pretty, tall, blond lesbian who hated the word lesbian. "It sounds so gross, Lesbian," she said, stretching the name out, emphasizing the "z" sound of the word.  "It sounds like some kind of extra female part, you know?  Labia, lesbian.  Like, her lesbian is infected and she has to go on heavy antibiotics."
So Christy refused to call herself a lesbian and instead described herself this way: "I'm just a girl who likes other girls."
In a way, I knew what she meant.  Because for many people, the word lesbian conjures an image of a manly woman dressed in dungarees with short hair, a firm handshake, and some hair on her upper lip.
"Those creatures repulse me." Christy said of this kind of lesbian.  "And I don't ever want somebody to associate me with them, just because of that damn L word."
"But with gay women, it's different.  Because women always check each other out. And you can't ever tell, is she looking at me because she's attracted to me?  Or because she likes my necklace?  ....And then imagine you aren't just some truck-driving bull dyke.  You're pretty, like me."  She smiled playfully and batted her long eyelashes.  "It's just awful. You have no idea."
I'd never actually thought of the perils of lesbian dating before and now it suddenly made sense why Christy had always been single.  It did seem more difficult for a woman to meet another woman, especially if you wanted a woman who had her eyebrows waxed.  Not to mention her sideburns.
"That's the thing about you." I said "You're meek.  You're the opposite of somebody prone to excess, like me.  You're prone to invisibility.  Even if another lipstick lesbian did pass you on the street, she probably wouldn't even see you."

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Snapshot: Easing into the week with some photos of fun

After a long weekend, sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words. Here are some recent snapshots.

sister and brother

Me and my brother May 2010 at dinner when he came to visit. (Photo by Tristan Jaxx)

us at industry

Me with my good friend Chris and best friend Tristan Jaxx at the May Industry (photo by Louie Marco)

happy birthday edgar

me with friend Edgar at his cinco de mayo birthday and best friend Tristan Jaxx (Photo courtesy of Edgar Dizon)

adonis

Me with friends Devin and Tristan Jaxx at the May Adonis (photo by David Wong)

adonis balcony

Me with friends Marques and Tristan Jaxx at the May Adonis (photo by David Wong)

wet and wild

Me with my good friends Antonio and Brendan at the April Wet and Wild (photo by Tommy Corey)

and finally,



Me and Coworker Carin at Locoya's Osha Thai Cocktail Party May 2010 (photo by Ashley Macy)