lisa and i walked down the street, drunk on guitar riffs and possibility. we were smiling, because it had been a good night — and it wasn’t over, yet. two guys followed closely behind us. “is it a full moon tonight?” one asked. i looked up at the moon, hanging low in the dark sky, […]

i: we are starting to think alike. it’s scary. either you’re thinking like a 26-year-old or i’m thinking like a 15-year-old. she: we have been! ever since the scottish accent incident i am used to it! :-) i: ha! The Scottish Accent Incident. she: i think im thinking like a 26 yr old! :-) im […]

this weekend, i went to a preteen-infested rock show, a drag queen beauty pageant, a rubber stamp convention and a crepe party. my head is spinning with bare midriffs, blonde afro wigs, ladies wearing fanny packs and sizzling butter. some of these are good things, some of them are not. can you guess which is […]

last night, we tried, for a second time, to go to the standard hotel downtown. it’s been hot during the day but cool at night and it was a perfect night for sitting on a rooftop. we battled closed and one-way roads, scored on parking and humored street performers begging for change, but we were […]

i was filling ricky in on all the latest when an idea struck him: “grandma should do yoga.” “she will never do yoga,” i said, trying to imagine our 86-year-old grandmother twisting herself up into pretzels. “she could pray to the patron saint of yoga, though.”

standing on the grass, feeling the sprays of water splash my leg, holding the hose and pulling the trigger, i remembered a game i used to play when i was a little girl. i was an angel and i was raining on the shrubs and rose bushes and trees. i was forging rivers and making […]

i know it’s been a good weekend when i can’t muster up any good stories, because i’m too busy living them. instead, the remnants of such weekends are found in messes in my house and the smile permanently glued onto my face. come sunday night, evidence of the fabulous four-day weekend included leftover desserts in […]

the good news: my grandma is out of the hospital. the bad news: i am still cranky. the obligatory announcement: the archives are back up, in case you need some light summer reading.

i escaped orange county unscathed, despite my mother having doubts of safety outside suburban borders. this morning, gunshots caused chaos at LAX an hour after my dad flew in from san francisco and a plane crashed a hill away from lisaann’s dad’s house. i promised her i wouldn’t go out, so instead lisaann and joel […]

1. tell me you really love sugar ray 2. talk about how indie you are in the same breath 3. bring your finger to your lips to hush me every time i ask you a question, such as “who the hell are you?”