I eat lunch at sit-down restaurants by myself pretty regularly. I have no issue with being alone. I actually find it relaxing. Yesterday I decided I wanted Indian food. Clearly, this meant that lunch buffet was the best option. I discovered that eating lunch at a buffet alone is kind of weird. I think this weirdness is due to the lack of conversation combined with the immediate gratification of buffet style dining. Combining both of those elements puts you in and out of a restaurant in 20 minutes or less. It felt less like a break in the day and more like a feeding frenzy even though I tried to slow myself down. It seems that if you’re not in a frantic rush at a buffet, constantly making trips to fill your plate, the wait staff doesn’t know what to do with you. I mean, how many water refills can a person have before getting the impression that they should be getting more food (or getting the heck out) instead of fiddling with their phone? Maybe next time I crave fare that lends itself to lunch buffet dining, I’ll just order carry-out. Real Truth.
Edward Gorey, poster for the New York City Ballet, 1975. Showing the five basic positions of the ballet. Via Cooper Hewitt.
I saw this image while going through my tumblr feed and was immediately transported back to Markwell’s Dance Studio in Henderson circa 1985. I took dance lessons (different combinations of ballet, acrobats, jazz, tap, and pointe) from the age of 3 to 18 and this poster was hanging on the wall of the studio for every single lesson. I LOVED dance lessons. I loved Ms. PC, my dance instructor, the music, wearing special dance shoes, and recital costumes. The fact of the matter though, was that I was not very good. I mean, I could learn the moves but my skinny, tall, and down right gawky frame could not transform those movements into fluidity and grace. Unfortunately/fortunately, depending on perspective, I did not realize just how bad a dancer I was. Ms. PC was ever encouraging and my parents not only endured weekly dance rehearsals and yearly recitals but PAID for them year after year.
I wasn’t completely delusional, though. Clearly, my reality began to dawn on me when I didn’t make my Jr. High dance team. I began to realize that while I enjoyed dancing it certainly wasn’t going to be my moneymaker, so to speak. So, I quit pointe (there were probably swans dancing in celebration somewhere) and stuck with jazz until I graduated high school.
It turned out, though, that at about the same time I realized I wasn’t very good at dance I discovered that I was really good at playing music. I could make a flute look and, more importantly, sound graceful. I was much more successful in the band realm and while I loved my band experiences and being among the best, I think I learned the most from Markwell Dance Studio. You don’t always have to be the best to enjoy something. People won’t boo you off stage for trying. And, sometimes being mediocre helps you not take yourself too seriously, which is something I try to remind myself on the daily. Real Truth.
Last week I prepped my new calendar for 2014. Each year I make a small process of removing the previous years calendar and copying birth dates and important event reminders onto the new one. During this process I am reminded of all the fun stuff I did during the previous year. 2013 was no exception. I went to Hilton Head, New York, Chicago, Nashville (to see queen Bey!), to name a few of the big highlights. 2013 was a great year.
Cheers to 2014 and all of the greatness it’s bound to hold! Real Truth.
I turned 31 yesterday. I have been super busy (read, chocolate covered) with work and really just wanted to get my hair cut and take a nap. I did those things and it was awesome. But, two of my most persistent friends insisted that there be some sort of celebration even though I, repeatedly, said I did not want (read, have time) to do anything. They reminded me that a girl’s gotta eat and off to Hammerheads Carly, Mikey, Sarah, Pat, Mr. Blackman, and I went. It was impromptu and wonderful.
The majority of the group, including myself, ended up ordering the Chorizo Burger*. When the burgers arrived Sarah took hers off the bun and ate just the patty with a fork. I point this out not because I find it odd. Nope. I point it out because it caused a fierce flashback. When I was growing up my Mom would fix “hamburger steaks” when we didn’t have any buns and there was no time for a quick trip to the store. I honestly didn’t think it was weird. We would all eat our hamburger steak (read, bun-less hamburger) with A-1 sauce and be happy as little clams. Plus, I currently find myself on Paleo-esque diets every now and then requiring total bun shunning and it’s totally no big deal. Because at that point my patty just becomes a delicacy known as The Hamburger Steak. Real Truth.
*I have been to Hammerhead no less than 6 times and have ordered something different every time. Mr. Blackman always gets the chorizo burger and always talks about it for days after. One time I took Colene and she got the chorizo burger and still raves about it. So, I knew the time had come that, even though their menu is filled with all kinds of deliciousness, I needed to order this thing. I was not disappointed.
I hate when I think I’m all kinds of clever only to find out that there are other people with the same exact cleverness. Basically, ever since seeing Portlandia’s "Put A Bird On It" skit I have felt that, in my life, I tend to make everything better by putting an egg on it. (Please see the entire month on August 2013 in my archives. It’s basically an ode to eggs.) Every time I top a salad/soup/piece of bread with a soft boiled egg, I think…”Put an egg on it!”. And then I giggle at my cleverness. And THEN I find a cookbook that basically proves that I’m not unique in my cleverness at all. Real Truth.
pic: A Cup Of Jo
Super Awkward Montage of Students Mistaking a Video Camera for a Stills Camera
This video. Pure genius! I mean, who doesn’t want to look their “best” in every picture even if it means holding a pose for an ridiculously long amount of time? You can’t blame these poor students, but it sure is funny. Real Truth.
As a follow-up to my last little post, I must admit that I “pinned” this sprout recipe just this morning! I may exaggerate, but I do not lie. Real Truth.