Another meme! Actually, I got this one from a friend on Facebook–but having recently done 25 Random Things (although I shortened it a bit), I thought that might be overkill.
So here are my answers. To spread the joy, provide yours in your blog and link back, so that I can see what you wrote. I’m nosy that way.
Where is your cell phone ? in my bag
your hair ……….needs attention
Your father? ……..role model, mentor, and friend
Your favorite thing? ……….sitting in my living room . . . which I own!
Your dream last night?….so many dreams lately, can’t remember which were last night’s
Your dream/goal? ………. to finish writing a book
The room you are in? ….living room . . . which I own!
Your fear? ……… loss of loved ones
Where do you want to be in 6 years?….. that’s a tough one
One of your wish list items?………. go to Iceland
Where you grew up? ……….. various places
The last thing you did? …….danced in the back yard with Mr. Sandwich
What are you wearing?……brown slacks, pumpkin t-shirt, brown cardigan
Your TV?………. turned off due to re-runs
Your pets? ………. none so far
Your computer? ……. Mac
Your life? ……… is good right now.
Your mood? ……… sleepy
Missing someone? …… absent friends
Your car? ….Subaru Forester
Favorite store?….Martin & Osa
Your summer? ….. is too far away to imagine
Your favorite color? ……… blue
When is the last time you laughed? ……… can’t remember, but not that long ago
Last time you cried? ……… can’t remember, but longer
Three people who email me? ……. MP, AC, KO
Three of my favorite foods? …….. potatoes, ice cream, steak
Three places I would rather be right now? ….Rome, Kauai, Portland (Oregon)
Three people I think will respond? …. no idea
So I had to go downtown for jury duty this morning. This is an entire saga, and not a very interesting one, but the upside is that it’s much easier to use public transportation to get downtown from where we live now.
I get onto the Red Line (that’s the subway portion of L.A.’s public transportation system, for those of you not from here) and who gets on the train with me?
Captain Jack Sparrow.
He nodded to a couple of people and then left the train where I thought he would–Hollywood and Highland. Off to another day at Grauman’s Chinese Theater, taking pictures with tourists and then making them pay for the privilege.
Oh, well. It’s a living. And it’s probably more fun than jury duty. Especially when, at the last minute, they decide not to convene a jury.
So today we had friends over for a cookout. Hours later, it’s time for dinner, and we decide to grill some of the leftovers.
First, though, Mr. Sandwich is going for a run. He says, “Will you make me a sandwich?” and tells me how much turkey and cheese to put in it (this is not bossy; he makes his own sandwiches).
So I make him a sandwich and toast it, just as he likes.
And then I say, “I made you a sandwich.” And he says, “Thanks. That’ll save me time in the morning.”
Because it turns out that he didn’t want it toasted, so that he could eat it now. He wanted it assembled, so that he could toast it at work tomorrow.
But the story ends happily. Because I ate the sandwich.
Tonight we went to Las Fuentes. The restaurant has an unusual setup; you stand in line to order and pick up your food at the counter when your number is called. There are plenty of tables for people who want to eat in; those who are getting food to go just mill around by the counter.
Our summary: great to-go packaging. Food? Not what we’d hoped.
Mr. Sandwich had one of the “gringo-style” burritos that came with more ingredients than the menu suggested. I had a festival of tacos so that I could sample several options. Of them, I recommend the taco de carne con queso, which was flavorful and not dry.
On the other hand, the beans were quite good. I’m delighted to find more than one place that serves actual refritos, complete with cheese.
I also had a tamal dulce, because I cannot resist the allure of the sweet tamale. This isn’t bad, but I’m not sure it’s what I was looking for.
I suppose we might go back, but we’d definitely order different items.
And I still want to eat tacos off a truck.
Me: I want to eat tacos off of a truck. Is that crazy?
Mr. Sandwich: No. Not at all.
Me: It just seems like such a good idea.
Beeps is one of many cooked-to-order fast food places, not just in the Valley but in L.A. generally. The menu is enormous, with everything from hot dogs to burritos.
With that many options, naturally Mr. Sandwich and I each had a chili cheese dog, and split a large order of fries. The verdict? The chili cheese dog was okay, but not amazing (it could have used more chili, which I almost never say), and we should have ordered a smaller portion of fries. Why? The fries were quite good, but a large is enormous. We could have been happy splitting a smaller order–and I say this as someone who loves potatoes so much that she once gave them up for Lent. Mr. Sandwich found his chocolate shake to be quite creamy, and I enjoyed my black cherry shake–although again, I would have been happy with a smaller size.
Beeps also serves breakfast. Since I have yet to find a good breakfast diner, I’d go back and see how the pancakes are. Hmm . . . there’s a three-day weekend coming up . . .
Starbucks has a new line of tea drinks available in their stores. There are a couple of infusions (not sure what this means in Starbucksian) and three different tea lattes. I haven’t tried the black tea latte yet, but I have tried the others.
Today I’m drinking the Vanilla Rooibos tea latte, and I’m underwhelmed. It’s caffeine-free, which I wouldn’t have ordered if there had been a description in the store, (online, I see that it is a botanical blended with vanilla and spices) and it’s very fruity in an indefinable, fruit-punchy way. I’m sure there are plenty of people who love it, but I’m not among them.
My preferred choice, which I’ve had twice, is the London Fog tea latte. First of all, there’s the name. It’s really the perfect name for a tea latte, don’t you think? Also it’s made with Earl Grey tea, which is one of my standbys.
I’ve been in a tea mood lately, so I’m glad that there are some new options to play around with. But I’m going to skip that rooibos in the future. I can’t pronounce it anyhow.
Joey Fatone is asking for some.
Hate Cameron Diaz’s dress, as usual. But her shoes are cute.
Yesterday I went shopping and saw a dress that had an oddly prominent zipper, as if it had been put in inside out (it had not). Today Renee Zellweger is wearing a dress with a similarly odd zipper (shiny gold, against a black gown). This is not a good trend.
I refuse to learn who the Jonas Brothers are.
Joey Fatone is yelling at Cameron Diaz. He wonders why she’s not listening to him. I am not wondering.
“It’s been an amazing, amazing movie. I don’t really understand…could you tell us what the film’s about?” Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Joey Fatone!
“Okay, I’m here with Debra Mess…Debra Metsing…and I was just telling her ‘I want to be you in another life.’ I do,” says Lisa Rinna.
America Ferrara always looks fantastic. I love the dresses she picks for award shows. And Salma Hayek–well, she’s Salma Hayek. That pale beige shade is a little boring, though, even if the dress itself is lovely.
Rita Wilson is shiny!
Joey and Lisa are talking to each other. So I guess we’re done.
Sadly for him, both Brad and Angelina are ignoring him right now.
Giuliana Rancic is asking about New Year’s resolutions and reading.
Poor Ryan. Brad and Angelina went in without talking to him. Apparently the show is about to start, or at least that’s how Ryan is covering face.
Penelope Cruz is talking to Ryan. Tom Cruise is getting out of the limo, I think with his mom. This could be awkward!
Seriously, he looks strained as he tries to be light and polite.
Mickey Rourke looks…I don’t know what to say.
Is that January Jones in the pale blue dress with pleats across the bodice? It’s a gorgeous dress, whoever is wearing it.
Kristin Scott Thomas does not know who Joey Fatone is or why she’s talking to him, and she really can’t be bothered. I can’t blame her.
I haven’t seen all of Marisa Tomei’s dress, but the top is great and totally unlike everyone else’s gown. Also, Sandra Bullock can really wear cream–although I want to see the entire dress.
Another commercial break.