Showing posts with label Traveling Hutch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Traveling Hutch. Show all posts

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Playing Ketchup Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

As promised, here is the sequel to Playing Ketchup Part 1. Things get a lot cheerier in 2013. I decided to follow through on my recurring New Year's resolution to do more awesome things. So far, I think I've been doing alright. Here is a list of the cool stuff I've done:

1. I stayed in a hostel when I was in San Francisco visiting Eric. Even though I was only there for one night and I spent most of that night throwing up, it was still cool to harken back to my backpacking days. The tiny dorm rooms, the familiar silver Ikea bunk beds, meeting cool people from other countries (my roommates were from France and Germany), and the cute guy at reception with the adorable accent. I never get to travel for real anymore now that I'm broke and have a grownup job. Even though San Francisco was only a few hours away from my hometown and I had been there several times growing up, it still felt like a vacation.

That's my girl, killin' it!
2. I got to see my homegirl Kelly Bean in a creative re-imagining of Twelfth Night set in the Golden Age of Hollywood. Needless to say, she NAILED it! This was another mini-vacation all the way in Camarillo. Our best friend Jenna also came down from NorCal for the event. We needed a girls' night something fierce and celebrated afterwards with wine, cheese, and other delicious treats. We also watched "She's the Man," since you know, Twelfth Night. And if you haven't seen it, it's pretty frickin' epic. Tragic what happened to Amanda Bynes, isn't it?



3. I re-enacted the Ferris Wheel scene from Season One of "The OC" at the Santa Monica Pier. Check that one off the bucket list. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, don't even worry about it.

Damn good chicken and damn good waffles. Still not sure they go together.
4. I finally explored Downtown LA. I had never seen the Library, ridden the Angel's Flight trolley, hung out at the swanky Bonaventure Hotel (with the terrifying glass elevators!), explored California Plaza, and walked down Olvera Street. I also took the time to really check out Union Station and not just rush to and from the Gold and Red metro lines. I've always found it sad that if a place isn't on my way to work or not an Irish pub, I probably don't know it exists. Sidebar, I also finally went to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles, another LA landmark.

Swoon!
5. SOCIAL DISTORTION!!!! AAAAH!!! I saw them once in college at the Disneyland House of Blues. And that was the last concert I had been to. Until I saw them again at the House of Blues on the Sunset Strip (Which is another area I've hardly ever been to even though I've lived in LA for years). I don't care if Mike Ness is as older than dirt and shorter than I am. I would do awful things with that man. Especially in his Machine Gun Blues gangster getup... We were about five feet from the stage which was super awesome except we were right in front of the mosh pit. I got kicked in the head by a crowd surfer, had at least six drinks spilled on me, and spent most of the time being knocked over. Soooo worth it!

This was at the Eddie Izzard venue.
I don't know what it is but I find it simultaneously terrifying and hilarious.
6. Eddie Izzard. What what??

Toepick!
7. Anaheim Ducks vs. the Los Angeles Kings. Hockey is the world's greatest sport. It has everything I love. Canadians. Burly men. Violence. It's glorious. Plus I was a Ducks fan sitting in a major Kings section. Gotta love crosstown rivalry games. It was a good one too. We scored in like the first 10 seconds, and then it was back and forth until nearly the end when we stomped on them. There was an insulting mass exodus of Kings fans when they realized they couldn't win and left before it was even over. (Sidebar, I'm usually a Kings fan, but the Ducks will always be Mighty to me thanks to Disney). After the game, we went ice skating at the Ducks practice rink in Anaheim. It turns out that skating is hard and dangerous.
I also shot at a zombie I named Hank. Because I'm also awesome.
8. LA Gun Club. Best. Date. Ever. Me and the Fella (oh yeah, did I mention there was a Fella?) got to shoot a Beretta handgun at a surprisingly popular gun range in the scary part of downtown that has also known visitors such as Queen Latifah, Exhibit, and Ryan Gosling. I'm not a great shot, and it felt a little like being in a war with so many guns going off (I left a bit shellshocked), but it really is a fantastic feeling. Amazing stress release. I have no interest in owning my own gun, but in a controlled environment it's AWESOME.

It's even cooler inside!
9. I saw Noel Cowards "Fallen Angels" at the historic Pasadena Playhouse. Oh the witty banter and the hilarious drunk old British ladies brandishing umbrellas at each other. I literally live around the corner from this beautiful historic theater and I had never ever seen it. I was also going to see Jekyll and Hyde at the Pantages, but I was too sick to go. Boo.


10. After my dear friend (and the woman responsible for my gainful employment) Allison, had her going away party (at where else but our favorite karaoke dive bar, Gabe's), I got stranded at Union Station at 3:30 in the morning. I had read the metro timetable incorrectly and missed the last train. I decided just to take a taxi, since it would take at least a half hour for the fella to come rescue me. I ended up waiting even longer than that for the taxi to come pick me up until I realized that I was on the wrong side of the station and that there were five taxis standing by the whole time. And I had to work four hours after arriving home at last. While this seems like a bad thing, Union Station after hours is truly a magnificent thing to behold. I got hit on three times (I must have looked like a fairly expensive prostitute I guess, though I didn't think my outfit was revealing at all), saw two people without pants on, and witnessed what I'm pretty sure was a drug deal. Fascinating I might have to go back on purpose sometime just to observe.
Meet CJ, the classy, blind, anorexic business fish.

11.  I bought a fish and named her Claudia Jean after my favorite character on the West Wing. Sadly, she died the other day because I can't keep a fish alive to save my life. Which is too bad because I'm not a cat or a dog person and cage animals like hamsters and birds freak me out. That leaves fish. Which are the least commitment possible. Speaking of low commitment, seven-day Betta food blocks do not work. Ask your roommate to feed your fish if you need to leave town.

I have this admittedly cliche poster on my wall and I was so excited to see that there was a statue of it! I tried to get homeboy to recreate the pose with me, but he would have none of it. Even after being shamed by a random Midwestern lady. Men are useless sometimes.
12. Speaking of leaving town, after living in Southern California since 2005, I finally went to San Diego for the first time. The fella and I decided to get the hell outta dodge and go exploring down Mexico way. (Without actually going to Mexico because despite being of Mexican descent, he doesn't have a passport and wouldn't be allowed entrance). Since we're both poor, kind of lazy, and didn't bring proper walking shoes, our exploration was somewhat limited. But it was lovely to take a Bridget Jones mini-break regardless. The beauty of San Diego is that it's so close, we can always go back. There wasn't so much pressure to fit in as much sight-seeing as is humanly possible, which is the speed I'm used to when traveling. San Diego in March is also bloody cold at night, which I also didn't prepare for. But I scored a $90 white Burberry-esque pea coat for $46 in under five minutes, so I think I just won at shopping.

I think this lists covers most of the awesome/interesting events of late. Basically it's a compilation of status updates/tweets/iPhone photos to serve as a memoir for a much happier time than the previous crap-tastic era. Let's hope the streak continues! Next on my list of conquering Los Angeles is to finally go to a Dodger game (or any baseball game for that matter. I'm a bad American for never having been...)

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Shameless Self-Promotion!

I completely agree with Cake Betch of the Hot Mess Chronicles, that a single positive comment on my blog will make my entire day. Hell, any comment sends me over the moon. So imagine my delight and amazement when I discovered that the aforementioned and cheekily-pseudonymed Cake Betch passed along to me the Stylish Blogger Award! I humbly and respectfully accept with a single out-of-character YEE HAW! Huzzah and good fortune!


Go me! I'm stylish!
Who'da thunk?


There are also some rules that go with this award:

1. Thank and link back to the person who gave this award to you.
I'd like to thank Ms. Betch for this award, as well as God for inspiring her to give it to me. He really does work in mysterious ways. (That was ironic, in case I wasn't being subtly snarky enough for you).


2. Share 7 things about yourself

- I am extremely lazy and would rather sit at home by myself in my pjs than actually go out and do something fun. That being said, I did actually go on a solo two month backpacking trip through Europe with only a school-sized backpack, and then did two and a half weeks through Australia. Not sure what convinced me to get off my ass, but I did it.

- I play the piano and the flute, but very poorly. I've recently discovered that my true musical talent lies not with my a cappella group, the oft-mentioned Sally Tomatoes, but playing the keyboard for Rock Band 3 in the recently formed band, Hatchetface (and by recently I mean last night me, the Bean and the Bean's boyfriend rocked Studio City with our renditions of Radiohead, the Beach Boys, and the Cure. We're nothing if not eclectic).


The muse of Hatchetface.

- I don't like being touched. I'm the opposite of a hugger. I don't even like to shake hands. I flinch when people even graze me by accident. When I studied abroad in France, every time we had to do that cheek-kissing greeting thing, I experienced an internal hissy fit. So. Awkward. The only people I will hug are my mom, my four nieces and my nephew. And no, I was never abused or anything, I just like my personal dancing space. Unless the magic is about to happen, and in that case, I make exceptions (especially my intended is of brawny, Jew-fro'd Canadian descent.)

- I am also not an animal lover. You may think that this is crazy and who doesn't love animals, but I'll tell you that the answer is me. My parents have a dog and two cats that I enjoy, but other than that, I really don't care about pets. They're expensive, smelly, messy, and entail way too much responsibility. It's like having kids that never learn how to take care of themselves eventually. I'm not a fan of zoos or other animal parks. I'm not saying I hate animals. I just refuse to watch Animal Planet, and I get pissed off at dog owners who don't pick up the poop. They're just not worth the trouble.

- I love television. Everyone loves television, or they love to say they never watch television in that pompous tone even though they secretly indulge in the Jersey Shore on occasion. But I really, honestly, truly love television. I watched far too much of it as a kid, which may have seemed like a waste of time to a lot of you, and most likely contributed to my lifelong battle with flubberness, but every second of tv watched I was learning. Learning for the day that I would become the next great sitcom writer. No one would know my name, but everyone would be quoting my lines. And that's enough for me.

Speaking of which...pickles sound super good right now.

- Speaking of flubberness, I have the most crazy random cravings. If you spend at least one hour with me, you'll be treated to a barrage of rapid-fire cravings. "I want cheesecake." Five minutes later, "Ooooh pickles!" Five seconds later, "DINTY MOORE BEEF STEW!" I'll get cravings for things I don't even like sometimes. Like beer. Every now and then a beer just sounds good, even though I hate the damn beverage.

- I tend to be a very negative and judgmental person. But I like to think it's part of my charm ; ) In real life I'm actually quite perky.

3. Award 15 recently discovered great bloggers

I don't know if I follow fifteen, but I will definitely award the ones I make it a priority to read as often as I can keep up. These people inspire me and brighten my day. They make me feel connected to a network of other silly, random nutbags instead of just standing alone like the cheese with strong odors and opinions. They sometimes take time out of their busy blogging schedules to read Sporadic Sporkitudes and for that, I salute them (in no particular order)!

TB @ Year 31
Christopher @ Netflix Stream
Romany @ Romblog

4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

Actually, no I don't think I will. If they want the award, they have to read this and claim it for themselves. Because I'm lazy. So I apologize for the chain letter aspect of this thing, but admit it. It's an honor just to be nominated. I also have more friends I'd like to nominate, but seeing as they haven't posted in at least 4 months and probably never even read blogs anymore, I guess I'll have to pass on them. There were also a few that don't need my help or a cute little award to bolster their self-esteem, so I took them down a peg too. DENIED!