So says my fortune cookie today. Although I am fundamentally opposed to fortune cookies, occasionally the little sucker will spit out something wise, and today I felt that these words were particularly true. At least for this week.
I can remember when we went to one of our first Chinese restaurants here in the US. It was where Hong Kong Palace now is on Colima Road, only back then it was some Americanized Chinese joint with murky lighting and the red vinyl seat booths. They served crispy fried noodles as an appetizer and goopy orange chicken. At the end of a meal that none of us could puzzle out, we got four little fortune cookies. I asked Vicky, "What are these?" not ever having seen them in my five years in Taiwan. "Just eat them," was probably what she said. And I had limited English then, so the sage message was wasted on me. Nowadays, that same location is a bustling dim sum establishment with silver steaming carts and an almost entirely Cantonese or Taiwanese clientele. And now I let fortune cookie messages rule my life, so progress is to be had by everybody, really.
I spent a lot of time downtown today and what I have to conclude that it's not horrible at all. Around midday there is plenty of metropolitan activity, almost resembling the lovely downtowns of most other American cities. Almost. However, I saw some perfectly marvelous things on the road... throngs of cars seizing an intersection as an opportunity to pass each other... cars in the lanes flanking me changing two lanes ahead of me so that they literally criss-crossed in front of me as we are all speeding down the 10 at 70 miles per hour... and in particular, a cute guy cutting me off and throwing the perfunctory hand and fake smile, distinctly leaving me with the impression that better-looking people had better chances on the road because they get away with moves like that. (I fell for it.)
I wish Anthropologie would just do me a favor and change their store sign to Shit You Don't Need Karen So Please Turn Around. It sucks me in like the vortex of all my shopping fancy. I behaved well there today and refrained from opening my wallet. But then, that's because today I discovered this:
You're like, Karen, it's so plain, what the fuck. But I say, I have been looking for a chocolate or latte metallic bag and please, honey, it's Marc Jacobs, can't you see it as my fave clutch? Perhaps this is the deeper joy that will follow.
I did find the perfect cookie sheet today. Hooray!
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 8:05 PM
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