Nostalgia

Friday, July 20 2007.  The date of my first John Mayer concert.  I went with my new(ish) work friend, Just.  She and I had recently become close at the office and we bonded over similar taste in music, a shared astrological sign and a propensity for overanalyzing things.  Namely, our feelings.

Just had recently broken up with the one.  This was also a catalyst for our closeness.  Being firm believers that people are placed into your life for a reason, we knew it was all part of the big plan that - although we'd worked in the same, small office for close to a year - it was only now that we started doing lunches, manicures, and the occasional happy hour.

The concert was amazing.  We had lawn seats at the venue and sat on a big blankets with beers and hot dogs.  This was also the first night I ever met H.  As the date for the concert approached, I reconnected with a high school friend who was also planning on going.  We decided to meet up at the concert and say hi.  Once Just and I arrived and found our perfect lawn seats, I got a call from said friend who was on her way to the show.  A question: Would I mind if her boyfriend's brother sat with us? He bought a last minute lawn seat (to see the opening act - Ben Folds) and she'd introduce us.

"He's a nice guy, not a weirdo or anything."

And so, Ben played and John played (Just and I swooned) and I made a new friend. He was a bit quiet, cordial, I think he bought us a beer. He was kind. He drove all of us home and asked for my number.  I saw him a few times after that, but we never really dated until - well, until now!  Until May of 2009 when we saw each other again (at his brother's and my friend's wedding) and we've been together ever since.

Tonight, I am once again going to see John Mayer at the same exact venue as '07, on this - a Friday night in July.  I am going with Just.  We haven't worked together in over a year since her departure from the company.  I miss that.  I miss sharing an office with her.  I miss sharing every. single. thing.  Every feeling and every emotion.  It was almost like something didn't really happen to me until I shared it with Just.  We now have a slightly different relationship, but still remain very close.

So many of the circumstances are the same and just as many are different.  We've been to two more JM shows together since.  I am finding myself feeling very nostalgic and reflective about going to the concert tonight, singing and dancing, reconnecting and catching up, and reliving that night in July.

"...I know a girl ... she puts the color inside of my world..."

{circa 2007}

Lamebook Wins

Funny Schtuff.  Click to enlarge.

O, O, O, Oprah

Who doesn't love O for her positivity and inspiration?

I finally realized that being grateful to my body was key to giving more love to myself.

Oprah Winfrey (1954 - ), O Magazine

 

{photo via i can read}

Music for your Mond....er, Tuesday

Last Sunday was the laziest. Sunday. Ever.  And it was great.  We got up around 11 and ate blueberry pancakes and then went back to sleep all day.  Did nothing.

In honor, and a whole week plus later, here are my favorite lazy songs. 





Yes, let's go back to sleep.

Kickball in College

I'd give anything to go back.

Dinner Last Night

In an effort to satisfy a serious pasta craving without blowing my daily calorie count completely out of the water, I wanted to try to make this recipe.  I stalk the Eat Like Me Blog on Self.com and love getting the insight into what a nutritionist really eats!

Quite pleased with the results, I must say.  It was fresh and filling, loaded with veggies and very flavorful.  It was almost like a summer version of a Chicken Scallopini.

The only changes I made was adding some red onion while sauteing the garlic and I also added two boneless chicken thighs that I threw on the grill with some salt and pepper.

Highly recommended!

{the almost finished product, without the pasta or the fresh mozz; photo taken by camera phone}

{photo via Mary Ruffle}

Music for your Monday

Top Ten Feel Good Summer Songs

Uncle Kracker - Smile
"I'm lucky just to linger in your light..."


Kid Rock - All Summer Long
Yes, it's cheap knock-off of a classic (H despises this song!), but it's catchy...


Kenny Chesney - Summertime
Quintessential.


Zac Brown Band - Chicken Fried
Guilty Pleasure.


Zac Brown Band - Toes
I am cheating and giving you two ZBB songs.  But come on.  If this doesn't say summer, what does?


Michael Franti & Spearhead - Say Hey (I Love You)
Ok, I saw this song performed live a few months ago when they opened for John Mayer.  Incred. 


Kris Allen - Live Like We're Dying
I dig Idol. 


Adam Lambert - Whataya Want From Me
I dig Idol.  A lot.


TLC - Waterfalls
Crazy. Sexy. Cool.


Heavy D & The Boyz - Now That We Found
Bringing it back to '95.


I''ll be listening to these all week.  You should join me.

Oh and a bonus...because I love this song.

YHL Love.

Oh you, Youngsters...how you woo me with your ideas.  I cannot get enough of you!

You better believe I will be trying this or that when we go away this weekend - and hoping to continue the tradition!

You kids never cease to amaze me.

Check them out - now!

Upcoming Vacation!

This weekend, H and I will be eating and sightseeing our way through Memphis TN!  His Mom's family lives down there, and we'll be visiting them, meeting up with some cousins, and experiencing the city!  I've been there once, with my Mom, but we only saw Graceland, and it was just one night.  This trip will be different!  I cannot wait!

Stuff No One Told Me

Love these.

{Find them here.}

Dinner Last Night

Last night, I set out to make this delicious-looking and healthy recipe from Real Simple.  I adore my daily Real Simple e-mails that send me quotes, recipes and ideas.  Let's begin with the beautiful, magazine photo, shall we?

That looks awesome.  And now, for my version.

First, the veggies - purchased from my favorite produce stand in Center City.  And cheap. Spinach (which will also be used for another recipe tonight! More on that later...), Roma tomatoes, zucchini and a large red onion.

Making my first vinaigrette (!), which I marinated the chicken in and reserved half for dressing the salad.

I grilled everything up.  Beautiful weather for grilling last night, I might add. 

And look at those equally beautiful grill marks! 

(The red onions did not turn out as well. As I chopped them, they started to fall apart, so I placed them - along with the rest of the zuchinni, into a foil pouch and stuck them up on the top shelf-thingie of the grill. I'll have them as leftovers at some point!)

The finished product.  And, once again, I surprise myself with the fact that I actually can cook (sometimes.)

I rewarded my hard work and low-calorie dinner with dessert - of course.

Why I am switching nail salons...

**Disclaimer - This post is less-than-enjoyable to read.  It's sort of sad and a bit disturbing.  Read at your own risk and don't claim I didn't warn you.**

My twice-a-month manicure and not-nearly-as-often pedicure are two of my favorite ways to treat myself.  Tiny indulgences that are budgeted for and get me through some weeks.  I've been a regular at a salon that is literally right next to my building for about three years now.  (Wow, I cannot believe I've been working in the city for five years.  It doesn't seem that long.  I remember being so freaked out by the idea of it when I was interviewing at my company!  But, I digress...) 

Every other week, I pop in - usually around 2ish - for a quick (we're talking 20 minutes people) and simple manicure.  I don't always get the same person, but I am a familiar face.  No appointment needed, short and square, same(ish) color every time (a nude or pinkish tone) - no frills.

Two weeks ago, I stopped in - for a pedi this time.  I probably get about six pedicures a year, and mostly in the summer months.  They take a little longer (but not much) and are twice as relaxing.  A magazine and a working massage chair are all I need to forget, temporarily, that I am at work and truly relax.

So, back to two weeks ago, I think it was a Wednesday.  Sitting in the chair and enjoying OK! Magazine (I am obsessed with the Kardashians.  Admit it, you are too.), I was halfway through when an older woman came charging through the salon, heading quickly towards the bathroom and being shouted out the entire time by the employees.  Apparently, they did not want her using the bathroom as she wasn't a customer.  They chased after her and steered her out - everyone in the tiny salon was watching the whole thing.  I didn't realize until she was on her way out that her pants were soaked.  She had wet herself.

Sad.  I told you.

She didn't look too old, and she was mobile.  No walker, no cane.  She was dressed a bit odd, but who's to say?  She didn't look homeless either.  Apparently, she just had an accident.  Maybe she was sick.  Maybe she just literally could not hold it. 

The whole thing was over right after it began.  She fled the salon and wouldn't even look up, clearly embarrassed.  The woman in the pedicure chair next to me mentioned that it looked like she had purchased clothes from the consignment shop next door.  She remarked on how sad the situation was, how the salon should have let her use the restroom and how the woman would not even look at any of us.  I mean, how embarrassing. 

I started to get angry.  Why couldn't they let this woman use their restroom?  I do understand that, as a business in Center City, they need to be careful about wanderers coming in to use the facilities.  But, this was different.

A distinct smell permeated the space, it was unmistakable.  The employees and other patrons started exaggeratedly holding their noses and and spraying everything in sight.  Rolling their eyes and laughing - yes, laughing - they made sure that the smell was covered by some awful perfume, cleaning products, anything with a scent.

This made me even more angry.  If my feet weren't elevated and covered with soap, etc. I might have walked out.  Maybe I should have.  I couldn't believe the insensitivity.  And I don't mean to judge the employees or the other patrons - I really don't.  It just shocked me.

This shook me up as I paid for my service, I couldn't get the vision out of my head.  I couldn't stop thinking about this lady.  I proceeded down to the CVS and I saw her, sitting on a bench outside a bar.  She seemed content and she had changed into a new pair of pants.  I guess somewhere had let her use their facilities.

Needless to say, I won't be going back to that salon.  It just doesn't feel right.  I wanted to write them a letter, telling them they'd lost a patron over that whole ordeal.  But no, there's no need.  I'll just find another place, the prices are all the same around here anyways...

Am I being dramatic?  High and mighty?  I don't mean to be.  Change is good sometimes anyway.  And I hope that lady is doing ok...

"h&g"

("Hi and goodbye.")

I heard it through the blog-vine (via Lovely Little Things) that one of the quintessential chick flicks is being turned into a musical! 

With a great soundtrack like it has, I am sure it would be a great show!

Music for your Monday

The Classic Vinyl station on Sirius XM Online has got me reminiscing about my pre-teen years when all of my friends were into whatever was playing on Q102 or Eagle106 (remember?) and all I wanted to do was steal my Mom and Dad's cassettes and listen to the likes of The Stones, Billy Joel, Elton John, and The Eagles.  And don't even get me started on Rod.  He's a whole 'nother story.

Love me some Classic Rock...

For your listening pleasure...some Steely Dan?



This song is my Mom's ringback tone - so when you call her phone, this is what you'll hear...



Perhaps I was a bit beyond my years...

Definitely a grateful Friday!

Storms left a path of devastation all over our area last night.  They were quick, lasting only 15 minutes or so, but way powerful.  The trains out of the city shut down, so I had to find alternate transportation home - thank goodness for the Dish!

Thousands are without power.  I am SO grateful that we didn't lose ours and I was able to enjoy the comforts of light, TV and - most importantly - the central air last night. 

Here is some evidence of the craziness via my favorite news station's website.

Beautiful Release

In the late 90's, Sarah McLachlan was like my bible.  Listened to her religiously.  Used her lyrics as my prayers.  Attended Lilith Fair like a faithful follower.  She spoke to me.

Joey was my high school boyf.  I guess you could say he was my first love..although, I am a believer that every time you are 'in love', it's different - because it's with a different person.  And hell, I was a different person then.  The way I was in my relationship with Joey is vastly different than how I am with H.  I mean, we're talking a ten year difference here.  Jeez, I feel old.

Anyway, Sarah and I - we got through the break-up with Joey together.  We went to retreat together, we graduated high school together.  She was my girl.

Listening to Coffee House Live on Sirius XM Online (aka my new BFF) and Sarah is the artist this week.  Taking me right back to 1999.  What I'd give ...

Grillin'

Nothing is more summer than the smell of a grill.  I've been pushing, in the least pushiest way, to get one since the temps started rising.  H loves to cook and we watch more food TV than we probably should.  It made perfect sense to me!  He was hesitant, but I think once we started looking and pricing, the idea became more appealing.  He is a man, afterall.

One would assume that with H's slight hesitation, a modest grill would be what we were in the market for.  Our search began that way, but certainly ended much differently!  On Sunday, we spent an hour and a half in Home Depot and came home with this puppy.  Yikes.  It barely fits on the patio.

But - as I said - he's a man and he went big.

Our inaugural meal was last night.  Lamb with veggie and potato skewers.  I wish I had a recipe, but H never follows them.  Actually, since Alton Brown is his hero, he did use this maranade. 

It. Was. Amazing.

I cannot wait for more grilled dinners!  Tonight, I am going to be daring (and conquer my fear of blowing up the patio) and grill up a burger and some more veggies.  Perhaps an update tomorrow with my progress will be in order.

Happy Summer!

Happy Father's Day, Big Den.

Five years ago, you left us on this day.  Miss you more and more as time goes on. 

Hope you had a great Dad's Day, wherever you are!

{dig the 'fro and the Dennis the Menace tat!}

525,600 Minutes

How do you measure a year?

One year ago, I was work work working my Wednesday away, anticipating a date I had later that night with a guy who I'd met at a concert in '07 and ran into again at a wedding in May '09.

One year ago, my phone lit up with a text around 1 pm or so asking what kind of wine I liked to drink and what time I wanted to go to dinner. And was Italian ok?

One year ago, my trusty black cotton dress* was the outfit of choice because I felt most comfortable in it, relaxed.

One year ago, texting Jackie the entire time from my little apartment, I got ready and waiting for him to come pick me up.

One year ago, we sat across from each other at a cozy Italian BYO.

One year ago, I had no idea what to expect.

One year ago, I had no idea what I wanted.

One year ago, I had no idea what I needed.

One year ago, I had butterflies.

Today, I still do :)

* I am wearing the same dress today! When something works, I hang onto it ;)

{image via Le Love}