Janet asked me if I wanted to go to Rio in August. Josie asked me if I wanted to go to Sydney in December. I asked myself if I wanted Marc Jacobs in June. There are no right answers here, just many more hours of work ahead to justify even one of those options.This morning I remembered the day where I was at the Mercato delle Gaite in Bevagna, about three years ago, this time of year. I was the only Chinese person there, prompting a kid to run from me screaming to his mother that I had almond-shaped eyes ("Lei ha occhi a mandorle!"). We sat at long communal tables to eat and they served us pre-made food that was heavily salted and supposedly traditional medieval fare. I also took a couple of pictures with goats.
Last night, I woke up spontaneously around 4:30 am and thought that I was in a hotel somewhere not here. It either felt like I would be getting up to the take the Bar exam or getting up to board a plane at Stansted. Whatever it was, I had to get the Brady Bunch on TV Land to help me get back to sleep.
I'm also glad that Jennifer Aniston is finally going to come clean about the breakup. After seeing Mrs. Smith, you can't help but draw the same conclusion that Mr. Smith would not have been able to resist. She's frickin' Lara Croft, man. Brad found himself the only woman in the world who was more fit, more thin, and with a bigger rack than Jennifer Aniston.
Yesterday we had sloppy joes, grilled cheese, and deviled eggs sitting on a park bench in Culver City. Just slightly unusual. I liked it.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 10:59 AM
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