Yesterday Maris and I went on a
pilgrimage roadtrip to a small town on the coast of washington that gets a lot of rain and a lot of 14 yr. old girl tourists. That’s right….
When we drove through I have to admit I was a little irrationally disappointed.
Me: “This is it? This is …. it? This is the whole thing?”
Maris: “Yes, Lauren…. It’s a small town. This. Is. It.”
Pause while we drive and look and i sink a little further down in my seat.
Me: “Ok for one, the sun is out so edward wouldn’t be able to come out anyway because he’d be all sparkly and shit. And two – I’m actually kind of disappointed there aren’t any supernatural events occurring right now.”
Maris laughing: “Lauren!!”
So we drove
around through twice with a mix between slightly mortified to even be there because we were sure “people new” cuz we “looked like twilighters” i mean “why else would we be here?!” and totally PUMPED.
We drove to the highschool where classes were most def in session, the parking lot full, where i kept trying to convince myself (among many many locations) “ok this was definitely in the movie. For sure. This looks totally familiar.” And maris kept saying “it’s a parking lot” but then started taking pictures so YOU CAN’T FOOL ME MARIS.
When we pulled out there was this amazingly large sign for the highschool all carved out of wood and maris pulled out her camera to take a picture while I just idled right there in the middle of the street. There were no cars so we were good. But then when i saw the picture I squeeled “TAKE ONE CLOSER UP SO WE CAN SEE THE WORDS.” I would just like to say right now that by no means were we at all cool about this. I type this like “oh yeah we went to the highschool” but… for reals? We drove around LOOKING FOR FORKS, WA HIGHSCHOOL AND THEN TOOK PICTURES. And it was right about this time that we fully realized how ridiculous we were as a truck pulled up behind us and i’m yelling GET IT MARIS GET IT And she is zooming like it’s her job and i start to pull away and she exclaims GOT IT! And we are laughing so hard we can’t breathe and are starting to cry. And I’m sort of driving so the truck can kind of just pull around me while we giggle uncontrollably in my car. Then maris chokes out “I… have never been… more mortified… in my entire… life.” And right then I knew the day was just about perfect.
Raging example as to why I love Maris…
Scene: Walking back to the car from safeway where we got Diet Cokes and an assortment of unhealthy snacks:
Maris: “Ok I have a serious question… Do you like Cherry or Strawberry flavor better?”
Me: “Are we talking fruit or candy? Or the entire flavor spectrum?”
Maris: “Mmm… in general… what do you like better? I mean I like eating strawberries better than cherries but cherry flavoring better…”
Me: “Hmm …. I’m gonna have to go with Strawberry because EVERYTHING has a cherry flavor and strawberry is just harder to find.”
And then she reached into her bag and threw me this:
And you wanna know why that is so mother effing badass? 1) she remembered we had ring pops on our SF roadtrip adventure. 2) She bought them WITHOUT ME NOTICING 3) Hello RING POP!!
God I love you maris. Don’t ever leave.
Ok so we actually had something to do last night (what was that? we have lives? Don’t get excited – the big event for today was eating salads at the pizza place on the corner.) so we skipped our bath time fun and instead did two for today. They were both blue. Claire guessed badger both times and I guessed grizzly bear both times and both times we were….
SO INCREDIBLY DEAD WRONG. A bat and an alligator. WE LOSE. Score stays at 0-0. Claire is convinced this is just going to keep getting easier. I don’t believe a word she says.
Last week I got two calls for jobs. One scheduled me a same day interview but the guy seemed shady and i just didn’t feel like getting out of my sweats at that exact moment. Call me lazy… or call me intuitive. Whatever – even I can’t decide. So I just didn’t show up. Then on friday while I was in SF for Ryan and Katrina’s wedding I got another call, which i promptly returned after I got out of District 9 (Wow intense, go see – you’ll like), left a message for the lady and never heard from her again. This week I am nothing but available and yet i receive no calls. Why? Because I have smited the job gods and now they are punishing me. I wasn’t ready on their schedule so they aren’t playing nice with mine. Humph. In the meantime I’m getting all sorts of antsy. Remember 2 months ago when I quit my job? (well some of you will and some of you are new. hi!) Well for a solid two months I was all “I don’t even WANT a job. All I want to do is WRITE” well now I’m bored and now I want a job and now the jobs have all clammed up and gone away because the universe never lets me have what i want, instead it likes to watch me squirm for a while until it decides in it’s GREAT BENEVOLENCE that I deserve a crumb here or a smidgen there. And so I wait. Cursing my earlier smiting.
Rubber ducky you’re the one, you make bath time so much fun….
well….it actually started out as a pill
And then later became a wolf.
Claire voted squirrel and I voted badger. Still 0-0. Fuck. We’re bad at this game.
Here is how the conversation usually goes:
“Congratulations on finishing! That’s so exciting! What are you doing now?”
“I’m trying to get a job barista-ing or cocktailing or something so I can have my days to write.”
“Oh… are you getting published? Do you have a book agent?”
“Not yet, I’m working on short stories and increasing my portfolio right now. But I’ll be figuring all that out after the new year.”
“Oh. Short Stories… heh…. really…. Well that sounds great!”
Just in case you wanted to have that conversation with me – oh look!! It’s already been had, so you can feel at ease now.
The weird thing is, there was a gathering, a celebration of talent where I read (SUPER WELL I DID GOOD FOR REALS), family and friends were involved, drinking ensued… it felt like graduation, professors referenced it as graduation, but you know what? Somewhere out there, a box with my thesis is floating around being judged and it could take up to six months before i get the A-Ok. So… am i degreed? Or…? I’m gonna pretend I am. Cuz I am, right? You were there. Well, not you, but some of you.
Anyways, I’m writing new things. YAY! And I’m looking for work! I’ve gotten a few nibbles but nothing jumping out at me. If you know any place that needs a barista, or a really hot cocktail waitress that only has coffee experience, lemme know!! I can hustle with the best of them. 🙂
My room mate and best friend, claire, and I have started a 12 day series called “Bath Time Fun”. Last week while spending too much money at walgreens with Kathleen, we stumbled across sponge animals that expand in water. I give you Instant Critters:
So every evening claire and I will drop a capsule into a bowl of warm water and try and guess what animal friend it will expand into. This evening’s challenge kept the score at 0-0 with claire guessing it was a buffalo and me guessing it was a grizzly bear. Only to find it was a motherfucking deer.
We even have a score board in the kitchen. Tomorrow one of us may very well pull ahead. Tune in.
I went to a friend from grad school’s wedding yesterday and it pretty much blew my mind. I might be a sucker for ceremony and big life events (college graduation, major birthdays, weddings, births, etc) but i gotta say, there is something transcendent about a large group of people coming together purely out of love and appreciation for the relationship of two people they adore.
I guess theoretically this is how all weddings should be, right? But it’s not. Weddings are crazy because family are crazy and there is a level of obligation with who you invite and where you sit so and so and who’s great grandmother’s whats-it you wear, etc etc. So weddings can sometimes be a little painful. This is the start of my wedding season (the wedding season of life). Before this summer I had only gone to family weddings and even those had my cringing at 14.
Anyways, i guess what I’m saying is the experience of a wedding is not about how much money you spend, whether it’s an open bar or not, whether it’s in a church, on a beach, or in your parent’s gorgeous acreage. It’s about a feeling of community inclusion, about the attitude of the guests, about a welcoming, inclusive environment where you feel like you’re part of something great, just for a few ours, even if you’re on the fringe. Weddings usher people into a new stage of life. It should be joyous and funny and endearing. I am honored to have been there for Katrina and Ryan. I feel like they’ve done more for me by including me in their special day, then I could have ever done by just attending, and I am very grateful for the experience.
It’s always on my mind and I forgot to tell you about my latest small designer purchase! I had been lusting after a new jacket for seattle. Something bright! and happy! to combat the grey and dreary and to ironically accompany my Rain Cloud Necklace.And then I stumbled across Little House on my beloved Supermarket and it was love at first sight. Sigh. But I wasn’t sure if the coat would really fit me… buttons down the front, or in this case A-line are sometimes tricky because I tend to be a little busty. But you know what’s the best about supermarket?? You can talk directly to the designers and ask there opinions. In this case she told me to send her my measurements and she would custom a coat for no additional cost. LIKE WOAH.And it turned out fabulous. Check it out:
I’m all about supporting independent artists so go check out her stuff if you like what you see. YAY RED!!