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How Fleeting It Is

Now that the major events on my calendar are out of the way, one question remains on my mind. Where does all the time go?

It will almost have been a year since I graduated law school. And since then, has life really started? If I were to look back, I could talk about so many crazy things that have happened, some of which were properly memorialized here. But the point is, if you just hesitate for any moment at all, time will sneak in. And before you know it -- it's spring.

I was back in Sandy Eggo on Saturday night. Reyna and I were thick as thieves, like Thelma and Louise, zipping down there with nothing on the mind but trying to lose it. (The mind. Did you think something else?) San Diego was another testament to how tricky time can be. Did I ever leave? It was all so comfortable, with my best friends around me, checking out another hot bar. And the bar wasn't the only thing that was hot!

The next morning I was having the most spicy bloody mary at Americana in Del Mar. Cirrus said with a sly smile, "Karen, you were in rare form last night." She had a waffle with berries and coconut, I had a frittata with chicken sausage and fontina cheese, and Reyna had a Roman breakfast (something with prosciutto, I think). Waves crashed and bellinis sipped. And then we were northbound again, with errands ran and gifts purchased and music enjoyed.

We saw Stella's new digs and oohed and aahed over the exciting whiteness of everything. Of that afternoon, I also remember a malted mocha that I inhaled in under one minute. This mocha, and Santana's, and Americana, and some excellent Szechuan with Mom, made for a weekend of epic eating.

The post-Bar days were a blur, and the dust settled down enough so that I could catch Jen Schefft dismiss not one, but two bachelors tonight. As I usually do, I went online to find out the real scoop. Turns out people are lambasting her for her less than plastic behavior. Well, I salute her unwillingness to balk to the ABC producers. It's easy to see how so many bachelors and bachelorettes before her fell for, "Just propose, and we'll go from there. Trust us." This is real life, people. In real life, we are all "just friends"!

So, it's all very fleeting. Time. Love. In a lot of cases, security.

Lastly, for all the cream, butter, and sugar in Ina Garten's recipes that nearly discredits her, I am so impressed that she makes her own bleu cheese dressing for her homemade buffalo wings.

posted by Lucy Sloan @ 5:54 PM