Sometimes You Wanna Go….. Where Everybody Knows Your [Order].

I don’t know what it is, but something about people knowing what I like to order always strikes a happy chord with me. 

Today, I walked into Starbucks (I know I said I was over starbucks, we are on again/off again), and I was very cranky because I was soooo tired and hadn’t had any coffee yet.  And I was standing in line thinking why is that friggin woman cleaning out the pastry case instead of helping with drinks when there is a line out the door?? why why whhhhhhhhyyyyyyyy?  But then, when I got to the front of the line to order my drink, the guy who was at the cash register already had it ready for me.   All of a sudden all of my crankiness melted away.

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Ten(eleven) on Tuesday.

1. What is your favorite flavor of ice cream?
I just realized with this question that I cannot remember the last time I even had any ice cream.  Wow.   I’m a bigger fan of frozen yogurt or sorbet most of the time.  However, when I do want actual ice cream, it’s usually either mint chocolate chip, or some variation of “mocha almond fudge” Mmmmm.   Those two have competed for my faves in the ice cream department probably since middle school.  Mint goes better with my good friend Chocolate Cake. 

2. What is your earliest memory?
I have quite a few memories of living in washington which was like… ages 1-4?  I can’t remember which one was first, but I remember being on a ferry with the fam and posing for a picture when my younger brother was a baby (and he’s only 14 months younger than me so I couldn’t have been too old..).   I remember driving up this long windy road to our future new home at Ft. Lewis, and spinning in the middle of the floor of the empty house… until my dad yelled at me that I needed to sit still and stop “horsing around.”  (I had to be like 2 or 3 at that time.. good grief Dad!).  I also remember being very sad when my next door neighbor moved away, and subsequently “breaking in” to her house while she was gone.  I brought Kevin (little bro) with me and we sat in there playing cards.  The weird thing is that even though I was only maybe 3 years old, I remember kind of knowing it was wrong, but I missed my friend and technically the door I entered through was unlocked.  My poor mom was freaked out because she couldn’t find us.  And we were supposed to go to chuck e cheese that day but didn’t get to thanks to my little stunt.  There was another time Will (slightly older bro) and I ran off to the park without telling my mom that got her worried too.  I remember walking by this open garage door and this woman (who was a different race) was sitting there coloring someone’s hair and she told me and Will that we did not belong down there and needed to go home.  I remember feeling very awkward and uncomfortable.   So yeah, those are the memories of my time in Washington that jump immediately to mind.  I’m guessing the ferry thing was probably the earliest memory.  

3. What is your earliest memory of a dessert?
I remember how I used to climb up on the kitchen counters to sneak into the brown sugar.  LOVED eating clumps of brown sugar.  Must have been pretty young to need to climb up onto the counter, since I was 5′ when I was like 5.  Probably a slight exaggeration, but pretty close to accurrate!

4. Do you have any recurring dreams?
I do… but I can never really remember them when asked this question.  However, back when I was younger I had this recurring dream that I was laying in a crib and a person or two dressed all in black would come into my room and I thought they were going to kidnap me and I would try to scream but couldn’t scream.  And instead they just hovered over my bed saying “JIF! ….JIF!… JIF!..” and I saw the colorful letters from Jif peanut butter coming at me.   Now that I think about it… was it just a dream, or crazy Jif marketing ninjas breaking into my room at night?  I’ll never know…

5. Have you ever dreamed about dessert?
Yeah.. I tend to have mundane dreams about working, studying, or eating.  I’ve had some really good meals in my sleep.

6. What is one thing (aside from a cell phone or computer) that you cannot go the entire day without?
Oxygen is the most obvious answer; food is a close second.  I think as long as I have oxygen, food, my computer, and my cell phone I am good to go.  So I don’t really know what else to put here. 

7. What is one dessert you could go your entire life without ever having again?
First of all, oh my goodness Chelsea I 100% agree with you on all the desserts you can’t stand.  ie anything with raisins, lemony things, fruit tarts, bread pudding… amen! BLEH!  I originally saw these questions last night and was totally planning on saying “any lemon desserts” just to stick to one.  But all of those other things popped into my mind as well.  it is very rare for me to ever like a dessert that involves any form of fruit.  Unless it is just fresh fruit.  And then that’s not a dessert.  That’s just a snack.

8. If you could go on vacation tomorrow, where would you go? (Assume someone else is footing the bill, but within reason…so “the moon” won’t work)
At the moment, my strongest desires are to visit 4 places: Houston, Denver, Portland, and NYC.  NYC only because I have two nights at a hotel there that have to be used before May 13th or I lose them (and the $$ I paid), the other 3 because of friends/family that are there.  Ideas of a real vacation are secondary.   I actually have no desire to go to the other places I’m longing to go (Italy, Germany, Greece, Australia, New Zealand) until I get those first 4 taken care of.

9. If you could have any dessert tomorrow, what would you have (assume someone else is buying it for you. Within reason though, no “gold sprinkled ice cream cones.”)
Why is a gold sprinkled ice cream cone not realistic?  When I was in vegas recently, this coffee shop had a special gold sprinkled espresso drink that was “only” $24!   That’s not too crazy, right? 😉  That being said, I have no desire to ever spend ridiculous amounts of money on any food item just to have gold flakes on it.  Gold doesn’t taste good.  It’s just a way for people who only feel special because of their money to feel even more special because they are drinking gold.  No thank you.  And I would have a piece of that mint torte from Papa Haydns in Portland.  The person that bought me that dessert would also need to buy me a ticket to Portland so I could come enjoy it.

10.  What was your first impression of your significant other? If you’re single, what was your first impression of your best friend?
My last relationship recently ended, but my first impression of him was “wow, I really like his voice.”   I have several best friends, so I will list my initial impressions of a few of them.
Melissa [around 6th grade]- wow that girl is hyper!
Joni [college age]- when I first met her, she was a combo deal (Carmen + Joni) and for some reason even though Carmen and Joni do not actually look alike, for the first several weeks/months that I knew them, I could not remember which one was which (sorry ladies!).  But originally I hung out with Carmen more and somehow along the line Joni and I became BFFs 🙂  (I do actually know how, but it’s a long story for a simple question online).
Krissi [law school]- she was a combo deal too.  When I first met her, she was the wife of a fellow scholarship finalist at a weekend retreat for a prospective law school.  I thought they were a cute couple, and I really liked her.  We ended up not talking again until about 5 months later when we ran into each other at the grocery store in Malibu a few days before law school started.  And we were pretty much instantly California Best Friends.

11. What is your first impression of dessert pizza? (Personally, I think it’s weird. I love dessert but I don’t want any on my pizza.)
I don’t like the idea in general.  But I’ve had a few in my time and actually liked them.

How Do You Respond to Near Death Experiences? Me: Chicken McNuggets.

Saturday I was driving back downtown from Glendale, and exiting off the 110 at 4th avenue.  These details really only matter to someone who is familiar with that part of the 110.  There are 3 lanes that exit off at once— one to 3rd, one to 4th, and one to 6th/Wilshire.  I was driving back from getting my car serviced, which took a lot longer than I expected (booo) and they did not give me the car wash I expected (double boo!).  I also hadn’t had any coffee yet, and I was hungry.  However, none of these factors were affecting my driving.  I was minding my own business driving in the proper lane to exit on 4th avenue when BOOM!  Suddenly the giant escalade in the lane next to me (exit for 6th) decided it wanted to come into my lane.  Instinctively, I jerked over to the right to try to not get hit by the escalade.  Then, I realized the right of me was a cement wall, so I slammed on my brakes which caused me to fishtail.  But miraculously (1) there was no collision with the escalade; (2) I did not slam into a cement wall; and (3) nobody was behind me when I abruptly slammed on my brakes.

Nonetheless, I was freaked out!  (Also VERY mad that the escalade didn’t even slow down or try to make some sort of “sorry I almost killed you” gesture).  How did I respond?  Well, first by tearing up a little because I’m a girl, and then my sucking it up and continuing my drive into work.  I went to McDonalds because Starbucks was closed, and all I was hoping for was an iced coffee (I know I said I’m over starbucks but a near death experience causes one to rethink priorities when coffee is in order).  But they were OUT of iced coffee.  So, for some reason, I panicked, and decided that instead of iced coffee I’d take a six piece chicken nugget meal with fries and a coke.

There is a ridiculous number of things that were wrong with that decision, not the least of which is the fact that I’ve been trying to be a vegetarian for the last several months.  I tried to reassure myself that the chicken nuggets probably aren’t even chicken.. but I honestly don’t know if that makes it better or worse.  I won’t lie to you though.  I didn’t finish the meal and think, “that tasted so disgusting and gross.  I will never do that again.”  I ended the meal thinking, “ok, that was super delicious but also super AWFUL, and I’m not going to make that decision again… at least not on a regular basis.”  Seriously people.  McDonalds is so, so, so, so bad for you.  Even those ridiculously good tasting fries.  And that whole “everything in moderation” line does not work for McDonalds, because I’m pretty sure even just the occasional box of those crack french fries will kill you. But I guess when you are a somewhat morbid girl like me, and you feel like you almost died, you think things like “well, I know that technically these fries are about the worst thing I could eat.  But since I am lucky to be alive, I can justify the french fries.”   I’m such a rebel.

More to write about later, but I just wanted to get that lovely story out there while I’m up with insomnia at 1:30am.

My Hot Date Tonight- 1000 Documents.

I’ve got a hot date tonight with 1,000 documents, but while I’m waiting for a technical issue to get resolved, I thought I’d come post a few things here. 

1- The Martha Stewart Tall Show was kiiiiiiiinda lame.  It was on yesterday and I DVR’d it.  Spending half the episode on a “tall” 6’2″ man chef baking a “tall cake”?   Seriously, Martha?  Super lame.  I even love cake more than the average person, and I still thought it was lame.   Still wish I could have been there and met some fellow tall ladies though. 

2- I suddenly don’t like Starbucks anymore.  I just burned out on it I suppose.  Part of it is that the price of Starbucks has exceeded the happiness it brings me.  The cost keeps going up, and my satisfaction with the overall starbucks experience keeps going down.  Plus, I get free coffee at work.  I used to think Starbucks was better than the work coffee, so I would still go to Starbucks on the way in… not anymore.  As I posted on Facebook today, it’s a strange, new era in my life. 

3- How lame is it that I am kind of excited about my plans this weekend to (1) get my 15,000 mile service on my car; and (2) buy some new pots and pans?  How has my life come to this?  On a scale of 1-10, how lame does that make me?  Don’t tell me.

4- Environmental “low pressure” toilets.  I wonder if, when considering the fact that you have to flush the toilet three times to get everything to go down, the whole “low pressure” idea still helps the environment at all?  At work, everytime I walk into the bathroom, 1-4 of the available 4 toilets are not properly flushed, because people flush once and don’t look back.  I thought we just had crappy toilets (pun not intended), but it turns out they are “environmental low flush toilets.”  So now, after me thinking for MONTHS that we needed to have some powow and either (a) fix the toilets; or (b) tell the women on my floor to learn to flush properly, these signs are suddenly in all of the stalls advising us of how environmental our toilets are and how we need to flush properly.   I would like to see studies on whether 3 flushes with a low flush toilet = more environmental than a regular flush with a regular toilet.  (And not to be a capitalist jerk, but what is the value of the time spent flushing 2 more times?)

5- I need to find someone to pay to make me clothes. 

6- I also need to find someone to pay to clean my apartment.

7- I need to find a job where I make a lot more money, so I can afford 5 & 6.

Theeeee eeeeend. 

Oh, and bonus #8

I am currently sitting at home on my work computer, fully logged into the office (phones and everything) and I am able to review thousands of documents for one of our cases online.   No flying across the country to flip through boxes in Nowhere, USA.  No, I get to sit on my couch and “flip through” virtual boxes.   I ❤ Technology.

Slogans Are For Suckers. (There is a slogan I can stand by.)

I just feel like I need to say this, and a public blog open to the world is a perfect place, right?  I hate slogans and catchphrases.  HATE them.  Especially slogans and catchphrases which I think don’t make sense or aren’t literally true, which is the case for most of them.   For a really long time, I have especially hated the slogan “Every Kiss Begins With Kay.”  I insisted it was so stupid, and didn’t make sense, and every kiss does NOT begin with Kay ( in my head “Kay Jewelers”).  Well, over the weekend my friend Lindsey enlightened me.  The slogan actually does make sense.  The sound of Kay is also a letter “K”…. and every K-I-S-S, while not necessarily beginning with a gift from Kay Jewelers, does begin with the letter K.  Ok ok.  So it’s “clever.”  Whatever.  I may feel like a teensy bit of an idiot for never making that connection before, but I still hate the slogan.  Even though it makes sense now. 

Last night I took a little personality quiz, and it said I was an INTJ.  Aside from the slight confusion over calling me introverted when I’m pretty sure I’m an extrovert… one of the qualities of an INTJ is that… wait for it… they hate catchphrases!   In fact, the overall description of me was so accurate that I think maybe I am an introvert and I just don’t know it? 

Check it out, taken from my friends at the most reliable source on the planet, wikipedia:

INTJs are analytical. Like INTPs, they are most comfortable working alone and tend to be less sociable than other types. Nevertheless, INTJs are prepared to lead if no one else seems up to the task, or if they see a major weakness in the current leadership. They tend to be pragmatic, logical, and creative. They have a low tolerance for spin or rampant emotionalism. They are not generally susceptible to catchphrases and do not recognize authority based on tradition, rank, or title.

INTJs are strong individualists who seek new angles or novel ways of looking at things. They enjoy coming to new understandings. They tend to be insightful and mentally quick; however, this mental quickness may not always be outwardly apparent to others since they keep a great deal to themselves. They are very determined people who trust their vision of the possibilities, regardless of what others think. They may even be considered the most independent of all of the sixteen personality types. INTJs are at their best in quietly and firmly developing their ideas, theories, and principles.[15]

Hallmarks of the INTJ include independence of thought and a desire for efficiency. They work best when given autonomy and creative freedom. They harbor an innate desire to express themselves by conceptualizing their own intellectual designs. They have a talent for analyzing and formulating complex theories. INTJs are generally well-suited for occupations within academia, research, management, engineering, and law. They are often acutely aware of their own knowledge and abilities—as well as their limitations and what they don’t know (a quality that tends to distinguish them from INTPs). INTJs thus develop a strong confidence in their ability and talents, making them natural leaders.

In forming relationships INTJs tend to seek out others with similar character traits and ideologies. Agreement on theoretical concepts is an important aspect of their relationships. By nature INTJs can be demanding in their expectations, and they approach relationships in a rational manner. As a result INTJs may not always respond to a spontaneous infatuation but wait for a mate who better fits their set criteria. They tend to be stable, reliable, and dedicated. Harmony in relationships and home life tends to be extremely important to them. They generally withhold strong emotion and do not like to waste time with what they consider irrational social rituals. This may cause non-INTJs to perceive them as distant and reserved. Nevertheless, INTJs are usually very loyal partners who are prepared to commit substantial energy and time into a relationship to make it work.

As mates, INTJs want harmony and order in the home and in relationships. They are the most independent of all types[16]. They will trust their intuitions about others when making choices of friends and mates, even in the face of contradictory evidence and pressures applied by others. The emotions of an INTJ are hard to read, and neither male nor female INTJ is apt to express emotional reactions. At times, both will seem cold, reserved, and unresponsive, while in fact INTJs are almost hypersensitive to signals of rejection from those for whom they care. In social situations, INTJs may also be unresponsive and may neglect to observe small rituals designed to put others at their ease. For example, INTJs may communicate that time is wasted if used for idle dialogue, and thus people receive a sense of hurry from an INTJ which is not always intended. In their interpersonal relationships, INTJs are usually better in a working situation than in recreational situations. They do not enjoy physical contact except with a chosen few.

Iiinteresting.

I’m No Carmichael.

I started writing this post as a tangent when I was trying to recap my weekend in Santa Barbara.   Now, here it is, tangent-turned-stand-alone-post of its own.

I have two main insecurities in life.   Most people think being tall is one of them, because I talk about being tall so much.  But my tallness is not one of my insecurities.  (As a side note, it drives me NUTS when my non-tall friends tell me I talk about being tall too much.  You try being in my body for a few days, head-and-shoulders above everyone, where literally everywhere you go, eyes follow you in amazement and/or disgust.  And then you see what you end up talking about most of the time ;).  Try it, really, I bet it would be a fun experiment.  Like a fat suit experiment on 20/20, but for talls.)

While tall is not one of them, my weight is one of them, because I’m already so tall and noticeable that I would rather not also be wide.  I feel like I’m taking up enough space on earth as it is 😉

The other one, and the overall point of this post, is the fact that I grew up poor.   It’s not that I am ashamed at all of my past, but law school and my ensuing career has sort of propelled me into all of these situations where I’m surrounded by wealth and by people who live/have lived very privileged lives. 

Somehow I’ve managed to adapt well and “pass” such that people never guess my background is what it is.  But in the back of my mind I always worry in those situations that somehow they know, or are going to figure out, that I’m not one of them.   Like in movies a la Pretty Woman or Sweet Home Alabama.   Luckily, I’m not a prostitute, and not lying about my last name while secretly still married to my high school sweetheart from the deep south, but I do still worry that people might figure me out and decide I don’t belong.    Silly, right?  (Well, it’s not completely unfounded.  One time during my 1L year I was at a fancy dinner, and Alexander was explaining all of the silverware to me, and how to properly use it all, and this guy across the table rolled his eyes at me.  Excuuuuuuuse me, sorry my family hasn’t been eating with 14 forks at every place setting since I was 5 years old.  And another time, I was at a fancy restaurant and I was just trying to be helpful, as I would in a less classy place such as Applebees, and stack the dishes for the waiter.  Apparently, I was not supposed to do that, and it was suggested that maybe I would like to join the wait staff). 

I’m coming to grips with it though.   There was a time in early law school where I wouldn’t go into an expensive store without Alexander, because in my mind he looked rich and I didn’t.  Now, I go into stores I want to go in, and contrary to my silly thoughts, nobody treats me like I shouldn’t be there.   I think the insecurity is finally fading.  Which is why this all came up when I attempted to write about my weekend in Santa Barbara.  I spent the weekend at my friend’s parents’ very nice vacation home in Montecito, chatting in the mornings with the very successful parents, out on their beautiful boat for lunch one day, and down at a private beach club for lunch the next, and the whole time I felt comfortable.   I felt like I fit in just fine. 

So maybe I can finally let go of insecurity #2, and start focusing on insecurity #1 (hellooooo Jillian Michaels).  However, in the back of my mind I do wonder if when I least expect it, I will be in a situation full of rich people and they will whip out the secret handshake and I won’t know it and they will be like, “..AHA! GOTCHA!”  I suppose we’ll just deal with that when we get to it 😉

Ten on (holy canoli it’s tuesday?!) Tuesday.

From RootsAndRings.

1. If you could open any type of store/place of business (money is no obstacle), what would you open?
I have always thought it would be cool to open either (1) a coffee shop; or (2) a tall girl shop (not to be confused with the Tall Girl shop which went out of business in the U.S.).  The coffee shop because I love coffee and I love talking to people, so I imagine that I would own a cool house with a coffee shop on the main floor and I would be the barista and chat it up with the regulars.  And they’d be like “why do you own a coffee shop?! why don’t you play basketball?!” and I would smile and say something nice while inwardly fighting the urge to dump the hot coffee on them, because as I would know (due to my lawyer background), lawsuits from pouring coffee on people would get expensive.   As for the tall clothing shop, I have always wanted to have a store that provided fashionable clothing to ridiculously tall ladies like myself.  It’s still in the back of my mind.  If only I could sew… Of course, now that I have a law degree I also think of the possibility of opening my own practice someday waaaay down the road.

2. If all jobs paid equally, what occupation would you want? Why?
One of the 3 listed in #1 😉

3. If you could be any animal in the world, what would you pick? Why?
I would not like to be an animal.  And I know you’re all thinking I was going to say a giraffe since giraffes are my favorite animal.  But living on a safari or in a zoo and eating leaves of trees all day is not my idea of a good time.

4. If offered one “service” free of charge, which would you choose? (chauffeur, maid, personal shopper, chef, etc.)
Maid for sure.  If that maid could also grocery shop for me and keep my shelves stocked, that would be fantastic!

5. What is one habit, no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to break?
Running out of food in my apartment.  I always eat every last thing until I have nothing to eat.  And then I eat out every meal for a few days.  And then I finally give in and go grocery shopping again.  And every time I tell myself I will not let my food run out again, but I always do.   I don’t think this technically counts as a habit, but it’s on my mind right now because all I have to eat in my apartment is canned fruit and some salsa.

6. What is one thing that no matter how many you own, you still love to buy all the time?
Purses and wallets… 🙂  I’m a lot better than I used to be, and am trying to keep my purse purchases down to a couple per year 😉

7. Out of all the game shows (past and present), which would you want to be a participant on and play?
Cash Cab!  I would probably be bad at it, because I don’t tend to remember a lot of random trivia, but I LOVE that guy.   And simple free things make me really happy, so if I got a free ride out of the deal, and got to meet that guy, I’d be thrilled!

8. If you could play the lead role in any movie that’s already been made, which movie would you pick?
Ok… the initial thought that popped into my head was that I’d either like to play Michelle Pfeiffer in “I Am Sam”  (mainly because of her court room look… loved it!),

or I’d like to play a role in a romantic comedy involving some male actor who is taller than me… but wait… NONE OF THEM ARE.   …. 😦

9. Name 5 things on your bucket list (things you want to do before you die).
–  Get a book published (something that is a little more near and dear to my heart than indoor tanning regulation– although, I love my article, and seriously, DON’T TAN PEOPLE!).

– Get married and build a life with someone.

– Learn Piano and Guitar

– (Re)learn Spanish and French

– Be famous for something 🙂

10.  Which one of your birthdays was the best? What did you do that day?
For one of my birthdays in law school, my mom and brother came to town, and we went to Santa Barbara for the day with Alexander and I got to feed giraffes, and we took a trolley tour and generally just enjoyed SB.  That was a pretty good one 🙂

Also, this one birthday in grade school where my mom and grandparents actually managed to surprise me with a surprise birthday party at the house involving family and my then-best friend Ava (I was always a little too clever growing up and usually figured those things out… not that time!) .   That was great! 🙂

Crazy Events of My Life.

I started writing a detailed post about my weekend and got off on a tangent that I do not have the energy to complete at this time, so I decided to save that one for later and start over with a shorter, sweeter update about my weekend.

(1)  Friday night at 6:15pm I was invited to spend the weekend in Santa Barbara with my friend Lindsey and her parents.  It was an amazing, relaxing experience at her parent’s beautiful home in Montecito and the weather was FANTASTIC!   Saturday, I woke up to coffee and bagels on the porch with Lindsey’s dad (beautiful weather outside and view of the ocean/Santa Cruz Island), then we went out on their boat and had lunch out on the ocean, then Lindsey and I got pedicures in town, and then sat out on the porch again with wine and cheese and crackers as the sun went down, and then we went to dinner at a delicious restaurant called Kava.    All of that was just one day!  Fabulous, right?

(2) Sunday night I already had plans to see the Harlem Globetrotters with a friend.   I got tickets for free from work so I thought, why not?  My only knowledge of the globetrotters was spinning basketballs.   As it turns out, it’s really just an entertaining thing for kids and I was in a suite full of roudy children who were offspring of employees of the other company we share our box with.   My friend CJ and I stayed for a few quarters and were mildly entertained, and finally decided to leave and go get dinner.   It totally reminded me of this time in Barcelona when my friend Becky and I went to see the Olympic Stadium and there was some sort of huge kid convention there, and we found ourselves in the middle of a crowd of children and their parents in front of a stage while a spanish version of The Wiggles did their thing.  Craziness.

(3) This morning, as I was walking home from Starbucks, a bird pooped on my foot.  Like, diarrhea pooped.  So disgusting.  In between gagging, I actually found it somewhat humorous, and ultimately I was glad the bird didn’t get my head this time.

My Torn Loyalties Between the “Home Team” and the “Underdog.”

I have ALWAYS been a fan of the underdog.   I always like cheering for the team who everyone is cheering against.   I remember that year the Broncos were playing the Packers in the superbowl back in middle school, and everyone I knew (including my mom and two brothers) was cheering for Green Bay.  I decided to cheer for the Broncos, and even made little signs with some crayola markers and notebook paper to wave from my couch in support (while I watched from home with my mom and the bros).  And the Broncos WON!  That is one of my favorite sports memories, and one I often reference back to in order to illustrate my love for the underdog.    (And just a note for any hardcore sports fans that may be reading this… I don’t know if the Broncos actually were the underdogs that year, but since everyone I knew was cheering for the other team, they were the underdogs to me). 

While I love my underdogs, I also have some amount of “home team” spirit, which includes: First, being a fan of any team from Oregon/Washington beating any team from anywhere else; and second, any team from L.A. beating anyone besides teams from the Northwest (except for the Blazers because sorry Portland, I am not a Blazers fan.  Black and Red have never been my colors… what can I say…).   This loyalty becomes very difficult in L.A. because unfortunately, L.A. teams tend to be really good, and I tend to be invited to events where the other team is severly the underdog.   Now, if a partner invites me to a Lakers game, it doesn’t matter how much of an underdog the other side is.  The only place I can cheer for that other team is silently deep inside my heart.   And really, deep inside my heart I don’t even cheer for the underdog in that scenario.  I think, “sorry underdog, but I’m going to have to cheer for L.A. still on this one.  Lakers games are way more fun when the Lakers win.”

All of this is background for last night:  L.A. Kings v. Edmonton Oilers (hockey).  A friend of mine at another law firm had box tickets, and invited me and a few other friends to the game.  It was a great night.  We grabbed dinner first at George’s Cafe (greek food), and then drove down to Staples and parked in Lot 1 because my friend had VIP parking passes.   Then, we went through the VIP entrance and were given Wayne Simmonds bobbleheads (in honor of Black History month) on our way up to the box.   I am REALLY excited about my first bobblehead!

Leading up to the game, a couple of the people said, “yeah, the oilers are the worst team right now, so this game isn’t really going to be exciting… the Kings are totally going to win.”  You know where this is going, right?  So, I made the mistake of saying, “wouldn’t it be funny if the Oilers won?  Because they are the worst team and nobody expects them to win?”  Apparently the guys did not think that would be funny.    The game was actually kind of lame for awhile.  Neither side could get a shot in.   The oilers couldn’t because their shots were bad, and the Kings couldn’t because that goalie was a NINJA!  And they weren’t even fighting very much.   But somewhere along the way, the Oilers scored.  And then they scored again.  And suddenly the underdog was up 2-0.  At that point, I felt guilty for my statement and started cheering for the Kings.  The Kings managed to come back and tie it 2-2, which led to 5 minutes of overtime where nobody scored (shocker), which led to something like 10 rounds of sudden death, which was incredibly stressful to watch, and ultimately the Oilers won.  And Garrett turned to me and said, “This is your fault! You’re not allowed to come anymore!”  It was a joke (I hope…), but it kind of was my fault.   I’m sorry Kings fans!

Holy canoli, did I just write an entire post about SPORTS?  Pretend this is not a post about sports, ok?  Pretend this is a post about either (a) cool stuff to do in L.A.; or (b) the perks of having friends at other law firms.  Those are much more respectable topics for posts by yours truly 🙂

Mother Nature Did Not Help a Tall Girl Out… Neither Did United Airlines, American Airlines, the State of New York, Obama… You Get the Idea.

Sadly, my trip to New York did not work out.   Shortly after I made my last post, I logged into my gmail to see a notice that my flight had been cancelled.  3 hours later (!!), the following had been accomplished: (1) united booked me on an american airlines flight, leaving at the same time, which sounded fishy to me, so I called American and (2) American informed me the flight was cancelled, and that I’d have to call United back, and (3) United said they couldn’t do anything for me and refunded my ticket.   Nearly 3 hours of hold time, just to have about 5 minutes total of “talking to a human being” time, only to be told in the end that there was no hope for Mission Martha Stewart Show. 

The bad news of course is that I don’t get to go and I am so, so, sooooooo bummed.   The good news is that United also gave me a $400 voucher for use at a different time (when they put me on an AA flight that didn’t have economy plus), and even though my hotel was nonrefundable (and more than $400 total), they gave me a 3 month credit.  So, basically I need to find a time to go to NYC in the next 3 months… and maybe find a friend to go to!  It will be cheaper this time, because I won’t be buying a last minute flight (my refunded ticket was $650), and I have that extra $400 travel voucher.   So at least it’s not alllll bad.  Just like 98% bad 😉

In related news, if I have to hear one more minute of hold music anytime soon, I might hurt someone or myself.  After that hold music marathon on Tuesday, I was buuuurned out.  And yesterday I had to call the legal research people for something and they put me on hold for a total of about 35 minutes.  I was seething in my chair.  It wasn’t their fault, I couldn’t take my anger out on them, but I was keenly aware as I sat in my seat that I was about to blow a gasket (if that’s possible) from sitting on hold so much.  I’m having a problem with my work computer too, but I cannot bear to sit on hold with the computer people while they try to figure out the problem.  My computer will have to wait for my “ability to handle hold music energy tank” to refill a little bit. 

On a related note, you know what I also can’t stand?  Those automatic prompts!   Trying to get through to United when a billion other people were also calling in meant the place where you get the hold music was too full, and I had to call back and go through all the prompts again 5 or 6 times before I finally reached the hold music, where I then waited for 50 minutes, to talk to a person I could barely understand for 2 minutes.   Twice.   Brutal.  I totally deserved that $400.