Oysters and Pumpkins
Two stories in one entry. You guys are so lucky.
A couple of weekends ago, Jeff invited me to go oyster shucking with him and his friends. I've never been, so I agreed to go, if for nothing else than to try something new. I had my reservations. I've only ever had oysters a few times (cooked) and to be frank, I think they're kinda nasty. And the thought of slurping down a slimy still-living mollusk wasn't really appealing either. I mean c'mon, does this look appetizing?
Ewwwwwww. But you know what? It wasn't that bad. I poured lots of Tabasco sauce on mine, topped it with some pico de gallo, squeezed a little lime juice on it, and sluuuuuuurped it down. Pretty tasty. Jeff enjoyed his oysters, too.
On another note, Happy Halloween folks! Over the weekend, my friend Amy threw a pumkin carving party. Nice pumkins, Amy!
I haven't carved a pumkin since I was like 8, before the invention of all of those fancy carving kits with mini saws and super-sharp knives. I had to do it ghetto-style with a dull steak knife for carving and an old metal spoon for scraping out the pumpkin innards. However, Amy was well-prepared with state-of-the-art tools and artsy stencils, which makes for some really fancy jack-o-lanterns:
And the piece de resistance: my Spongebob Squarepants!
He was a bitch to carve, but well worth the wait.
There are photos of me in costume floating around somewhere. Once I get a hold of them, I'll post them here, too.
So LA
For the momentous occasion that was to be my much-anticipated return to the glamorous and sordid world of blogging, I waited and waited for the appropriate event so that I could use those juicy and exciting story tidbits to weave a tale of intrigue, wit, and humor. Instead, I've decided to write about something stupid and petty. But hey, what are blogs for, anyway, if not to bitch and whine in the most emo-poetic fashion? Woe is me...
Three times in the last couple of months, I have been accused of being "so LA."
LA?! What does that mean, anyway? What qualities--or flaws--makes someone "so LA"? Let's revisit my first "So LA" experience:
Pompous Wino: If I asked for your number, you wouldn't give it to me, would you?
Me: Why do you say that?
PW: Cuz LA girls like you aren't into guys like me.
Me: What kind of guys are we supposed to be into?
PW: You know, movie star types.
Me: Are you saying I'm shallow?
PW: Are you saying you're not?
So I'm shallow. Check. My second "So LA" experience, I have to admit was second-hand information, passed on to me by an equally bemused and mystified friend:
Person#1: Grace is so LA.
Person#2: How so?
P1: She's so insensitive to other peoples' feelings. She totally disregards their emotions.
P2: Are you sure this isn't just all a misunderstanding?
P1: No. She said those things to purposely hurt me. Only people from LA would be so mean and self-centered.
I'm also insensitive, hurtful, and self-centered. Check. Check. Check.
The third "so LA" experience wasn't nearly as fun as the previous two, but nonetheless, three strikes and you're out:
Slightly Inebriated Friend: Look at that group drinking over there in the corner. They're so LA.
Me: Yeah, they're pretty crazy.
SIF: You should know. They're your type of people.
Me: MY type of people??
SIF: You know. You're LA.
Me: What makes me "LA"?
SIF: Uhhhh, you know... You're definitely not from around here. You know the type... You're totally an LA girl... I hope I didn't offend you...
Well, we never got to a concrete "so LA" profile on the last one. But props to "SIF" for not completely offending me. Just makes me wonder what he/she had in mind, but didn't say when I put them on the spot. Hehe.
So what conclusions did I come to? I hope the majority of you don't think I'm shallow, insensitive, and bitchy. But I guess if you do, there's nothing I can do about it. Although I'd be inclined to tell you that you're totally WRONG. Which means I'm completely disregarding you're opinions. Which makes me pretty self-centered. How very LA of me.
