ouchie.

vintage lawn flamingo - encinitas, ca

without divulging too many gruesome details, i had to undergo an emergency surgical procedure three days ago.  don't fall off your chair.  don't lose your little mind.  because i'm doing that for you.  i'm bound to the couch--[cute] doctor's orders--and am taking a daily cocktail of prescription narcotics.  beyond my sometimes unbearable pain, my first day of my new career has been put on hold as well.  and that honestly breaks my heart more than anything.  i just want to sell some chanel, damnit!  

thank the lord i have a mother who can tolerate my occasional gripes and constant requests for toast and water.  think good thoughts for my recovery.  i'll be in napa until my body's back in tip top. 

you 'aint got no alibi.

tick tock clock - musee d'orsay - paris, france

last night might very well be my favorite night downtown sb of my entire career.  

get this:

7:15pm - start drinking georgia jams (see 'the fuzz is half the fun' post)

9:00pm - five tall drinks deep, i sit transfixed on the olympic beach volleyball match playing on nbc

9:15pm - twelve chicks, one dude, and i hop into a van cab (i obviously brought a little fun for the road)

9:30pm - arrive downtown sb.  head to sharkeez to enjoy cocktails free of charge

10:30pm - arrive at indochine where the charismatic, fantastic lydia hu most generously provided bottle service for our massive group.  i proceeded to see several people who i haven't seen since graduation. such a trip.

11:15pm - mozied over to statemynt to shake it with a fun crowd.  naturally, i encouraged handsome friends to hug it out.  never gets old.

1:00am - HILARIOUS MOMENT! so i'm walking toward the dance floor when this awkward and unattractive dude says to me, "i really like your earrings."  i look at him, give him a thumbs up, and laugh out, "seriously? what a lame line."  i walk away not thinking anything of it.  

1:10 am - the same guy crosses my path again.  he stops me and says, "you are the ugliest person i've ever seen."  aaaahahahaha.  butthurt much?  to that i offer, "wow, really?  good story."  (miss taryn gifford pointed out today a response that would've been far more fitting: "oh really?  well you're not invited to my birthday party")  for a second or two i was a little shaken, then i realized how ridiculous the situation really was--the irony of a hideous person saying that i was ugly.  suck it homeboy.  

1:15am - i tell my sister.  she, hammered, says, "where the fuck is he?!" i point in the general direction.  she grabs the wrong guy by his shirt.  shouts something at his face, and grabs a bouncer claiming that she's been hit by him.  my favorite moment: she puts her hand right next to her temple and makes a mini clam wave saying, "bye bye.  yep. bye bye. you're outta here. don't fuck with my sister."  

1:16am - the error was corrected. i befriended the wrongly accused party.  and the real perpetrator managed to be rejected by everyone, all night long.  that was revenge enough. 

it pays to have a badass bitch for a sister.

2:00pm - take a cab back to i.v. with a french driver.  we discuss french films and my love for the language (and my intense desire to learn).  all the while, lightening and thunder thrash about in the sky.  NUTS.

michael phelps blows my mind.

excellent butt sticker - the barn house - isla vista, ca

i know that i'm in great company when i say that the olympics are the best thing that's happened to summer 2008--and michael phelps has so much to do with it.  tonight i watched his seventh race of the beijing games.  his performance was beyond words.  it was fucking magical.  winning by one one-hundredth of a second?!?!  are you kidding me?!  the guy's got some incredibly potent good vibes going on.  not to mention he's worked his ass off for four years.  so this is my official tip of my [swim] cap to my little phelpsy.  i love his little face--and the beautiful bod surely doesn't hurt.  

and i'm fascinated by synchronized diving.  the chinese must be robots.  

[pod]cast a line out to sea.

sherbet sunset - isla vista, ca

i highly recommend that you subscribe to all of the new yorker's podcasts, accessible via itunes.  they discuss generally what's happening in their most recent issue--ranging from the campaign trail to reading and discussing an archived piece of fiction.  and if there's still time left in the day, npr's 'story of the day' is awesome (and brief) as well.  perfect for the daily commute, and far less redundant than your 'chill mix' on repeat.

sea spectrum.

balcony days - 6561 del playa drive - isla vista, ca

told ya.

soup, salad, and sunset.

rockefeller center - nyc

there is something so spectacular about the evening--especially that hour or so when both the sun and the moon's fingerprint are present in the sky.  tonight erin, taryn, and i ate a delicious dinner on the balcony, and the night was perfect.  cool enough for our soup and warm enough to be comfortable in a t-shirt.  i nearly passed out when van morrison's sweet thing came on. 

 

infinite ocean, silly jokes, mismatched beach chairs, and the sky's color-changing performance.  i know for a fact that i've never been this content.  

the fuzz is half the fun.

grassy hills - marin headlands, ca

first sunday funday of my life. i've created a new life changing drink:

GEORGIA JAM

absolut peach vodka

sweet and sour mixer

soda water

lemon wedge (or two)

=

seriously delicious.