1. I accidentally went back to the blog of the woman who went through IVF nine times and then got pregnant. Remember her? It was her blog that tore my heart out last week. Guess what?? You’ll never guess. Since I wrote about her last week she has gotten pregnant again. This time she is pregnant without IVF. She magically got pregnant via sex. And, here is the real shocker, upon discovering this I didn’t cry. Can you believe that???I didn’t shed a single tear. I feel sure that if I had read the 243 comments of congratulations I would have needed a tranquilizer, a hard drink and a Costco size case of Kleenex. But, I think that Vitamin W helped me stop from that act of extreme masochism.
2. We watched the “Sex and the City” movie Friday night, which I had not seen when it was in the theaters( I am just not that kind of hard core fan. I liked the show okay, but it would have ever been on my list of favorite shows. Truth be told there was something about the endless hunt for love that was the primary premise of the show that always left me a bit flat. I know that I am in the minority and that many of you are huge Carrie fans). Anyways, I had been warned that Charlotte got pregnant in the movie and then there were lots of scenes with Lily that had the potential for serious tears. I cried not one tear. Okay, not true, I did cry when Big bailed on Carrie on their big day.
3. I got the orange skirt and I ordered the orange shoes. Thank you all for voting and brilliant suggestions on how to wear them. And, Hammie, merci beaucoup for offering to send me an orange scarf—you are sweeter than a honey tangerine.
4. I spent five hours yesterday writing a post about the art at the Broad Museum at LACMA that ended up sounding like a pedantic book report. Let me spare you from reading that awful post and say instead: The art is great. I love contemporary art. Yay, art! Cy Twombly,Robert Rauschenberg, Jasper Johns, Roy Lichtenstein, Ed Ruscha, Andy Warhol, Ellsworth Kelly, Cindy Sherman, Jean-Michel Basquiat, John Baldessari, Jeff Koons, Chris Burden, Mike Kelley, and Richard Serra are all amazing artists and I had the happiest day I have had in L.A. seeing their work. And, if you are in L.A. go to the Broad museum. Wow! That is so much better than the post I spent five hours on and that will give you a sense of how bad the post was.
5. I have been in L.A. since July and I still have an Austin cell phone number. I need to get an L.A. number and yet I just cannot seem to make the call and get the number. I just don’t want to admit that I live here.
6. I finished Augusten Burroughs Wolf at the Table: A Memoir of My Father and it was the most emotionally honest book I have read in a long time. It was incredibly difficult to read. The story of a sociopathic, abusive and alcoholic father to the 8-year-old Augusten broke my already broken hearts into smaller bits. I wanted to break through the book and pull the 8-year old boy out of his family and into my arms and hold him, feed him and make him sage. The first two chapters I thought I was going to have to put it down and abandon the book—but the writing was just too good and I couldn’t do it. The pregnant woman on the blog and Charlotte’s baby did not make me cry. The end of this book made me sob.
7. In one weekend I was approached by two mentally ill men and one random women. Mentally ill man #1 was a schizophrenic, I think. Man #1 came up to me, and no one else, as I was waiting in long line in a store and asked to shake my hand and then asked my name. Once he learned it he thanked me and ran away at full speed. I don’t have the kind of name that usually inspires a 500 yard dash.
Man #2, I am not sure what his issue was but he came up to me as I was sitting at Peet’s innocently minding my own business and told me he had a multiple choice quiz for me.
I guessed “87?”.
Man did not in anyway acknowledge my answer but quickly shot out, “Question two,” his eyes focused more intensely on me to the point of forming a severe squint, “Who said, ‘they will have to pry the gun out of my cold dead hands’?”
I took a moment to consider.
The man patiently waited. “Uh, Charlton Heston?” I asked.
Man #2 would not tell me if I got it right.
“Final question. 11,17, or 19?”
“17?” I answered.
“Yes, you are correct.”
Upon hearing my answer Man #2 left my table and walked into Whole Foods. All I remember about this man with the questions were his sandals that looked expensive. Everything else about him is a blur of multiple choice questions. “Did he have gray, brown, or blond hair?” Uh, I think it was gray. “Tall, short, or medium?” Tall, I think?
I wonder what he was going to buy in Whole Foods. I cannot come up with an answer.
Moments later, five minutes—I think, I was approached by random woman #1 and she, with absolutely no provocation, walked up to me and told me if I was looking for something to do I should go to an art show at the old Edison building. I thanked her for her suggestion.
Please, someone, make sense of these random occurrences. Oh, and let me assure you I was nowhere near a mental hospital. I was in an upscale shopping center.
8. I went to a Spanish wine dinner on Saturday night and I had lovely wines that I never had when in Spain. I drank Sangria when I was in Andalucia—Sangria and huge bowls filled with creamy cafe con leche con azuca. I did have Sherry when I was in Granada and it was muy delicioso. I forgot how much I like Spanish sherry. I used to think sherry was just for old English ladies who wear dowdy sweaters and have homes with enormous drafts and dogs named Pinkerton. It is not. Chic redheaded weasels also enjoy sherry, preferably dry sherry on ice with a twist of lime. Sherry, Marcona almonds, Spanish cheese and green olives are a tapas-tastic treat that can make Valencia, California seem like València, España. Olé!
Would love to hear some random elements of your weekend.
Did you: a) Go out; b) Stay at home; c) Have a fantastic time; d) Work through the whole thing or e) None of the above?