Well, shit. Summer is almost over and that makes me sadder than Bill Cosby having consensual sex. I went back east for my parent's 50th anniversary last weekend. After 8 hours total of sheer in-flight hell and a 4 hour layover in scenic Newark I knew I was finally home when my mother greeted me with a resounding, "Why are you orange, Alex-haaaan-dra!?" And with that I made a mental note to discontinue my visits to Benefit for spray tans. Sorry, Traci with an i - we had a good run.
It was the first time my immediate family had been together in years - no kids, no significant others (which really didn't pose a problem for me) - just the six of us. It was the best weekend I've had in recent memory and I'll admit I had a reeeeal tough time coming back to San Francisco. There's really nothing harder (except maybe Kanye West when he looks at a picture of Kanye West) than saying good-bye to my family and dogs. I'll never not cry when I leave home.
|I snapped this as I was walking to my Uber en route back to reality|
But enough about me
and my remarkable inability to keep my emotions in check like a grown-ass woman. This week I decided to feature a smorgasbord of random, mostly insignificant events that have occurred lately. Here goes:
1. The SFPD actually did something productive
There's a very nice homeless couple who've been posted up outside my office building for the last 3 months or so. Nearly every morning as I charge down the street toward them I'm greeted with a hearty "Gooood morning penguin!" followed by a combination of loud cackles and smokers coughs. I'm not sure why they call me Penguin but I assume it's because my hair is always wet, my run is more like a waddle and on most days I'm wearing a long black trench coat. At first they made me feel uncomfortable, but then I grew to look forward to hearing their morning salutations and seeing their
mangled smiles. So you can imagine my disappointment this morning when I walked into work and noticed a police officer writing up a citation and telling them to scurry. I wanted to stick up for them and tell the officer they were cool but realized it was breast I stay out of it.
|sidenote: doesn't that guy look exactly like Chris Robinson of the Black Crowes? or is it just me? Just me. Okay.|
2. My palet is evolving
I feel like a colossal traitor but I have to admit I've been dabbling in other Haribo products aside from my beloved Gold Bears. Yesterday I tried Haribo Smurfs and I highly recommend you snag up a bag next time you brazenly venture to Walgreens to pick up cranberry juice for your UTI or whatever. They're tart, tangy, juicy and literally melt in your mouth. Oh, and they're gluten-free so it's kind of like everyone wins.
3. Work is becoming less boring
I'm a recruiter so my job requires me to
4. My sophisticated vocabulary has been affirmed by Autocorrect.
I have to give a shout out to Hayley Bloomingdale (I just felt like I was on TRL typing that) - an all around cool girl and funny writer. She wrote a piece on proper instagram etiquette and it's spot on. Check it out!
OK - I had better get back to
PS - HAPPPPY BIRTHDAY to my awesome, hilarious, kind brother - Charlie. Love you!!!