Another busy week at work. But wait. There’s more.
I finished off the Girl Scout cookies in my house. Today I moved on to Cadbury Mini Eggs. I think I have a problem. A deliciously tasty problem.
The Americans started up again last week. I dig that show. Cuz I love the 80’s and the Cold War! And Russia is all the rage again. Just like shoulder pads!
Scott is grilling pork chops. I’m not.
It was a great spring-like day. Beautiful. I’d tell you more, but I have to go eat pork chops. Pretty excited.
I read a book, yo!
I think I read this book because Entertainment Weekly told me to. They compared Wolitzer’s writing to Franzen’s, so that sold me. EW rarely lets me down. And they didn’t this time.
The story follows six teenagers who meet at an artsy-fartsy summer camp in 1974. Most of the kids are privileged New Yorkers, but Jules—at camp on scholarship—manages to get in with the cool group and they all become lifelong friends. The end.
Actually a whole bunch of interesting and crappy adult life stuff happens, but I’m no spoiler!
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It was well written and witty, and Wolitzer did a nice job of making regular human experiences fresh and interesting. I have seen criticisms that it was hard to connect to the East Coast culture and people, but ummm, last I checked this is why we read. To explore other lives and cultures and people. Duh.
I think this would be a good book club read. I haven’t belonged to a book club since the early 90s. I keep thinking I would like to join one again, but I quit the last time because half the people didn’t finish the book. The first rule of Book Club is read the fuckin’ book. Jeesh.
The Yellow King Theory. Now why didn’t I think of that?
I’ve eaten my weight in Girl Scout cookies since Sunday. I’d feel guilty, but I ate that feeling yesterday.
Adrian Zmed is 60 years old today. Tuesday’s truth is that this makes me feel really old. I also really liked Grease 2.
However, I never watched T.J. Hooker, and this has always brought on a tiny bit of 80’s shame. Not enough shame to go back and watch some episodes, but shame nonetheless.
Let me be clear. I love John Travolta. But last night was pretty weird. Maybe I have a case of the Mondays, but Scott and I just laughed until we cried reading these. Or should I say we lagazzled until we credeezda!
Even flax seed muffins can get a case of the Mondays.
On the weekends Scott and I get up and walk to Starbucks to get lattes. Yesterday I was teasing him because he always has a cup of home brewed coffee before we leave. It’s like he needs a cup of coffee before he gets coffee. I enjoy coffee. Scott needs coffee.
When we got to Starbucks there was a sign on the door that said, “Sorry, our espresso machine is broken. :(” Whaaat?!!
Scott was feeling pretty smug at that point, so I told him his “hope for the best prepare for the worst” attitude finally paid off.
But then we kept walking and had breakfast at a cute neighborhood restaurant. The salted carmel lattes and hash browns weren’t on my diet, but my “when life breaks your espresso machine, break your diet” attitude made for one fun Saturday.