wind
Today was defined by wind. I said it had stopped earlier, and for the most part it did; at least, up here by 17th Street. And even 3rd Street was calm(ish) and even hot, so much so that I thought I'd go down to the beach and watch people playing in the water. Only somehow there was still wind at the beach, blowing the sand up from nearly at the water's edge and sending it right in to my eyes and mouth. I could understand why sailors in RH Dana's day weren't so happy with Los Angeles as a port: in an onshore wind it couldn't have been much fun to be anchored out there. Also it was kind of cold. I did see one brave boy in work boots and jeans go in up to his knees, but he was the only one. It was more a day for the piping plovers (or whatever kind of plovers we have here), and I was greatly amused watching them.
We walked around the Prominade this evening, and we went in the Apple store and looked at this blog on a 23 inch Apple Cinema display. I was very proud to see that it flowed quite well accross that immense space, one of the few sites to do so (the Apple site itself looks kind of silly, a little column dwarfed by an equal amount of white space on each side).
After the Prominade, we went to the grocery store and picked up some chips and beer. Now we're almost ready for the game: it only remains to get some guacamole from the Co-op. I have a strange desire for guacamole now that I'm in California, and I thought I'd be able to gratify it at the farmers market tomorrow morning... but Leah tells me I missed it, it's not on Sunday but on Saturday. Ah well. Next time.
leah's long windy sat
Yesterday morning was a crazy morning in the store: lots and lots and lots of sales, and little me running around like a mad woman trying to get clothes on all the womans filling up all the dressing rooms. Some funny things from the morning: one woman couldn't get a tight tank off her body and started calling urgently, "Leah! Leah! Can you help me?!?" Then i went into her dressing room and pulled and yanked and pealed it off her body while she held her arms overhead a bit like a charging bull. i'm glad she was over 18; otherwise it might not have been legal. Then there was this other guy from the Bikram school, who thought he was pretty hot. He was trying to get me to help him (and help him and HELP him) choose between two long sleeve tech tops, and he tried one on with a hood and first he said "i feel like a waiting sperm in a Woody Allen movie" and then he said "I'm Jewish, so i'm not hooded." and i was like, yeah... um... you're wasting my time.
Then i came home and was pretty irritable from the stressfull day, so i went to the gym for a little bit to, you know, pretend like i'm tough and hard-core and all. There i ran into Ronny the personal trainer from Boston. Since we're practically homeboys, so to speak, he worked out with me for a bit (which made me work harder, darn it). But anyway, hanging out with that hard-body fitness boyie made me appreciate much more my sweet sweet sweetie pie at home who had sweetly offered to cook me dinner. (which i declined, on account of bein finicky and irritable and annoying.)
Anyway, then i came back and got all pretty and we went out into downtown to walk around and look at some trendy merchandise and some dumb stores and some good street music. all in all, the day ended better than it had began. and without any major purchases, so the boy should be pleased with me. But now reading this, he says that he's always pleased with me. someone trained him well.
-leah
goooo Pats!
What can I say, besides 'we had em all the way.'
It was a reasonably fun game to watch (though far from the 'best superbowl ever' or whatever Jim Nance called it when he was presenting the trophy), and I can't say I have any objection with the outcome. It was a whole different experience than the championship two years ago, cause this time (and how strange it is) we all had the expectation that the Pats would win it... how could it be otherwise?! So the end result was more satisfaction than jubilation. But it's still very pleasant and satisfying satisfaction, and I wouldn't knock it at all. The Patriots didn't play at their best, but that just goes to show you how good they are, cause they're second-best was enough to beat a pretty good Panthers team.
Leah didn't mention it in her entry, but she watched the game too: she got off work for that express purpose. We sat there for the whole thing and ate home-made french fries and chips and guacamole and Reces penut butter chips, and drank Coronas, and I ate (and drank) too much of those things and felt a little sick by the end. But an asprin and Leah's tender care and some lying down has made me feel as good as new, so now I'm ready to... go to bed.
Oh yeah, we also went to church this morning. That was so long ago! I'll write some about that tomorrow.
- Danny