the day of eating.

when I don't have to post from iPhone I am posting my personal food tour of Portland. Because, holy crap, I love the food here. For now? I am going back to watching 90210, because...oh it GOD...the original is fucking amazing. Love and kitties! ♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves

Midnight Dance Party

Ah, Portland. How I love thee.

I got in at 11 last night, Vicky picked me up, and we went to "The Club.". The Club is actually a dive bar with an awesome jukebox and a large assortment of fried foods. Nom nom nom. They also have drink specials like "Jameson and Whatever" for four dollars. I did not partake, because Jameson can sometimes make a girl queasy. Theeeeeen we came back to V's apartment, all four of us, and had a Midnight Dance Party.

And the cops were called on us.

Awesome.

Update: Vicky wanted me to point out that our "Midnight Dance Party" didn't actually start until about 3am. (3am Dance Party just doesn't have the same ring to it) What can I say? I bring the party. ♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves

Portland, here I come!

I am on my iPhone again, which makes posting complicated, but I have not updated in about a week now, so I thought I would check in. As I mentioned in the subject: I'm off to Portland! (Oregon, not Maine, in case you were wondering.)

Four years ago I spent about six weeks out there and I absolutely loved it, even if it was the inspiration for the very first "I hate clogs" post. I'm excited to see Vicky, her new apartment and my friends, some of whom I haven't seen since my last visit. Mostly I'm excited about going on vacation. I desperately need it.

Things I learned today:

I could have gotten to the airport a lot quicker if I actually looked at the map. There was no reason for me to go all the way to the bottom of Brooklyn from the upper east side. Oops.

Wearing an "I Love New York" shirt while dragging a giant suitcase all over the city is a stupid idea because people think you are a tourist and I am NOT a tourist. Thankyouverymuch. Hermph.

My grandmother reads this. Hi Gammy! ♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves

Relatively Easy

Seth has a crazy painting deadline this week, so he asked me if I would come over and help him out with some stuff and I agreed. One of these helpful things includes cooking, so last night I made Martha's Casserole, a staple of my childhood. (It's also handy because there are lots of leftovers and you don't have to worry about cooking for a while.)

I don't know why the damn thing is so tasty. It's incredibly white-trash and simple, but people love it. And it's really really cheap.

Here's the recipe (in my mother's words):

Martha's Casserole

Boil 8 ounces of wide egg noodles. Cook a pound of hamburger until it's brown. Mix in two 8 ounce cans of tomato sauce. (Drain the hamburger first, otherwise things get a little greasy.) Mix 8 ounces of cottage cheese, 8 ounces of soft cream cheese, and about a quarter cup of sour cream, then mix in one bunch of chopped green onions (use part of the green, too, and trim off the tops and the first layer of skin). Put half the noodles in a casserole (the size I usually use, whatever the hell that is), then put the cream cheese mixture on top. Put the rest of the noodles on top of that, and then the meat mixture on top of THAT. Melt a quarter stick of butter and pour it over the top, then stick it in a 350 oven (don't forget to preheat) for 20 minutes.

Note: I learned last night that any size casserole dish will do. I got all worried because Seth didn't have the size I normally use and I was convinced that the whole thing would be screwed up. I was wrong. I also accidentally used 16 ounces of noodles rather than eight. It's still tasty. I'm eating the leftovers now. Apparently this dish allows a lot of room for error.

(I just reread the recipe and realized that the wording is a little wonky. If anyone wants a better worded version, let me know) ♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves

Clogs, Stupid Tattoos and Other Things

On my train ride home this evening (after tracking down a text book that was supposed to be "incredibly easy to find because everyone has been using it for years" and only finding it in the third store I went to) I drafted a beautifully written blog entry in my head about the wonders of being in your late teens and early twenties. It was going to be all about the stupid decisions you make and how you'll never be anything like your parents and blah blah blah. Then I got into my apartment and ::poof:: it was gone. So instead you get pictures I took on my iPhone in the last few days.

You also get more bitching about clogs because HOLY SHIT...look at these:
But WAIT...it gets better!


Heels!

I mentioned the heeled clog in my first entry about them...behold.

I took these while stopping in Strawberry after tracking down the G.D. book. (Of which I got the last copy thankyouverymuch) As I continued my way through the mostly awful shoe section I came across the matching boots:

The shoe part appears to be plastic while the rest is made up of a thick sock. Why would you do this? Plastic for rain protection and sock for....? Soaking up rain? (Oh NO. I've just looked up the company, Betseyville, and they appear to be Betsey Johnson. But...but...I love Betsey Johnson. I do not, however, appear to love this particular shoe line. Take a gander. Are those not the worst things you have ever seen? Holy crap. I wear a lot of weird shit, but those are just awful.)

Right. Moving on.

The whole idea behind blogging about stupid decisions came from eyeing this on the train:

It says "Fuck Love" not "Fuck You" which is what it looks like for some reason.

Now, I'm all for tattoos. I have one myself that I am very fond of, and plan on getting at least one more. But the thing about tattoos, for me, is that if you're going to get something like this go all or nothing. Sure this is easy enough to cover up, but what happens when you're in your 40s on a company golfing trip and you keep getting asked why you're wearing long sleeves in ninety degree weather? "Well you see, when I was twenty I thought it would be a really good idea to get 'fuck' written in relatively large letters on my arm." If you're going to get "Fuck Love" get it across your knuckles. It'll fit.

I do believe tattoo acceptance is changing. They are so common among people my age that the corporate world is going to have to (and in some cases has begun to) deal with them. But at the same time, I'm not sure if there will ever be a time when having "fuck" written on your arm permanently will ever be completely okay. And on top of that, "Fuck Love"? What happens when you get married?

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Stuff, Things, Etc

Well , well, well. I have had a busy couple of days. For starters - I started classes again! Hooray!

I'm taking Asian American Literature and Pop Culture, and Latino Communities in the U.S. Thrilling, I know. I've only had two classes so far and am already slightly behind on my reading. Awesome! (I am very happy that I decided to take two classes rather than three this semester because I would lose my mind completely.)

In other news the Tigerlily had her Bachelorette Party this weekend and it was lovely lovely lovely. And a little nuts. And awesome. I danced like a maniac and maybe drank my weight in champagne. Like you do. I also stayed up until eight 'o' clock in the morning again, but unlike last time it didn't rain and I got to sleep outside. It was all I had wanted all summer and I finally got to do it after watching an amazing, though bleary, sunrise on the Tigerlily's deck. Then...at NOON, the Tigerlily woke me up and announced that we were going for brunch and pedicures. I tend to be relatively anti-pedicure as I don't like people touching my feet, but I was still drunk when I woke up and it seemed like a lovely idea. So we brunched, and pedicured, and ate food with Carolina and her boyfriend, and Shai came over. Excellent.

In other other news - a while back, when I was posting about my roommates regularly, a couple of people mentioned that I was a little mean about them in the blog. To which I responded, "Meh, they don't read it. No big deal!" Then the other day I realised that one of them just started to read it and now I feel like a bit of an ass. So - my darling Michael - I'm sorry and I love you and I will now only post nice things about you unless you do something really awful like set the house on fire. Kay? Kay!

Yesterday was supposed to be my big day of getting books and getting ready for my first real day of school. But I woke up as Seth was walking into my room to surprise me and the day kind of got away from me what with hanging out and breakfast burritos. It happens sometimes. The not finishing all my reading didn't even end up being an issue, so my day of well earned leisure was totally okay.

Sometimes a girl just needs a day off. ♦DiggIt! ♦Add to del.icio.us ♦Add to Technorati Faves