Are you kidding me?

A wise man once said, “You’ve got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, know when to walk away, and know when to run”. Okay, so maybe not a wise man, but a man who had a successful singing career, a chain of chicken restaurants baring his name and in more recent years some really unfortunate plastic surgery.

In all honesty, the quote has very little do with anything, but who doesn’t love to quote Kenny Rogers? The point of the matter (yes I do have a point) is that sometimes you have to go all in. Take an idea and run with it.

You may recall that a few months ago I was lamenting the difficulties of meeting people in the city. My plan was to search high and low for groups as a way to meet people. I was even having a bit of trouble finding groups (or at least groups that would have me as a member). I put all my cards on the table and started to respond to anything that sounded remotely interesting.  The tide has certainly changed. I am now in SEVEN book clubs.

I think this might have gotten a little bit out of hand.

I have a logical explanation. The group I joined when I first got here disbanded after one meeting. So with that as precedent, I figured that I might as well join a bunch because I might not like one of the groups, or one might fizzle out. So far I’ve met with three of the groups and I really like all three. This is kind of turning into an embarrassment of riches. A few of the remaining 4 had better be duds, or I’m going to have zero life outside of reading!  And don’t think I haven’t considered swaying the votes to see if I could get several groups to read the same book, it has occurred to me.

My worst nightmare is that there is going to be a common thread in the groups. Like in Fight Club when Marla starts showing up at all the same support groups as the narrator? Someone is going to be at all of the same bookclubs and know that I’m a member of entirely too many of these things (though they will be too), and that I’m essentially shopping for the club I like best.

Seriously, If I end up liking all of these people and none of the groups fizzle my calendar and my kindle are going to become a nightmare!


I’m attempting to clean out my handbag, which is no small job.  For some reason it’s like a bottomless pit.

Apparently my lip gloss obsession is getting a little out of control.

Behold, the supply that I carry with me daily:

In the event of a disaster my lips will remain well glossed and hydrated

This doesn’t include whats in my makeup drawer or my travel bag.  I think I’m placing myself on a lip gloss buying ban.

I should have known that I would jinx myself.

The moment I go on and on about my kindle, the unthinkable happens….It breaks.

It should be noted that this isn’t my fault. You see I was hit by a truck. No, you actually did read that correctly. I was talking on the phone to my mother, innocently crossing the street, and a truck hit me.

I’m fine. Let me repeat that. I. AM. FINE. I am 100% ok. No trauma, no cuts no bruises.

But yes, I was hit by a truck.

Ahh, the joys of San Francisco drivers.

On the upside, several people did pull over to make sure the situation was under control.

I think I handled it well (is there etiquette for something like this?) as far as I was concerned no injuries made it a non event so I sent everyone on their way.

But here is the thing, somewhere between getting off of the train and getting into my apartment, the span of several hours, my kindle froze. And it would not revitalize itself. I tried resetting it and even cpr. No dice. The lovely people at amazon have a new one on the way and the old one is headed back to their direction.

I missed it dearly on my morning commute.

(I know some of you are probably dying to know, No, I did not fly out of my shoes, I didn’t even hit the pavement. I have cat like reflexes.)

So I’m temporarily without a kindle. Just in time for tonight’s bookclub, the book for which resides on my kindle, which is now in the hands of UPS. I of course will not explain to my bookclub, as I’ve never met these people. This is the type of situation where one immediately becomes “The girl who got hit by a truck”, and considering I’m still trying to live down “The girl who passed out in line for a roller coaster at the amusement park” I think I’ll pass.

Something weird is happening in my living room.

I keep hearing pieces of a conversation that my boyfriend is having with himself.

“How crazily confusing!”

“This must be easy to put together, it didn’t come with instructions.”

“This guy probably goes with that. These guys go over here….probably”

These phrases have all been uttered in the last two minutes….to himself. Unless he’s talking to the dog. She does manage to tilt her head and seem like she’s listening.

I’m hiding upstairs. Because you know what he is putting together down there?

No seriously, guess.

Because it might be the worst thing you could imagine.

Ready for it???

A practice drum kit. Yeah, I know. Guess who decided 2010 would be a good year to learn to play the drums?

I’m just thankful its not an actual drum kit that makes actual drum noises. And I’m patting myself on the back for talking him out of the electronic version that did make noise. This just appears to make a dull thud noise, and has no symbols. Though to be honest with you, it sounds like things are going poorly down there, so it might not even get put together. Fingers crossed.

(More crazy noises and “what the fuck is this thing?” I’m afraid. I’m really afraid.)

I quietly escaped upstairs after salting my chicken (more on that tomorrow. Why does that sound slightly dirt?) and immediately ran to itunes to buy new music. Because my ipod is clearly going to get lots of use while he practices.

I’m now the proud owner of “The Essential Cyndi Lauper”. Because girls just wanna have fun, and ignore the banging from downstairs.