A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

Nope, it's NOT a hoax...

...we really are that stupid.  Well, absent-minded is probably a more apposite adjective.  I know, I know...tomorrow is "pull-a-prank-day".  It's just a pathetic coincidence.  Seriously.

>:(

This is not helping my "Maybe-it's-time-to-leave" angst, y'all.

Kenyandesi, ANNA, Abhi, Maya and Chai (oh my!)

IMG_5520.JPG, originally uploaded by suitablegirl.

Feel like wasting time now that March Madness is over-- Oh, UConn...my heart, my heart :(  -- and life is back to normal?  Head on over to flickr, where 79 pictures from Saturday's FANTASTIC meetup await your eyes and laughter. 

The first-EVER DC SM event couldn't have gone better: a welcoming venue, a three-hour dinner, amazing company, vadas, unexpectedly high attendance, MYSORE MASALA DOSAS, Yo Dad, Abhi's debut, baklava, a chick pea, more merriment at Modern, faces stretched by too much smiling and voices scratchy from too much exclaiming and laughing.  Yeah, in short: perfection.

march 24

my day in four lines:

2pm meeting?  went SO well.

55friday for SM?  done.

9pm dinner at Rasika?  delicious. 

it was a good day (off).

:+:

tomorrow?  mmmmmmeetup.  :)

march 22

for the first time in my bloggy life, i'm seized by the grim reality that weblogs can be a bad thing. 

let me explain: there are two woman whom i barely know, whom i've met IRL perhaps once or twice.  they seemed nice enough in person, so i added their feeds to my bloglines and have followed their thoughts for six+ months now.  i think that's a more than adequate amount of time for second, third, fourth chances...

well, no more.

SUCK IT, oh universe filled with negativity and poo

yup, lucky.  that's ME.

Your Luck Quotient: 76%

You have a high luck quotient. More often than not, you've felt very lucky in your life. You may be randomly lucky, but it's probably more than that. Optimistic and open minded, you take advantage of all the luck that comes your way.

How Lucky Are You?

march 18

1) i felt the first twinges of it almost eight hours ago and now i'm almost certain that i've got what could be a nor'easter of a migraine.

2) packing sucks.

3) i'd like to extend a special "fuck you" to bloomingdales, where i bought one of my faaaavorite tweed jackets.  i love this lilac confection so much, i wore it at BlogHer.  my new-and-otherwise-kind dry cleaners refuse to clean it b/c the beads are...wait for it...GLUED ON.  thank you, i'll rant here all week.

4) degrassi's director's cut...didn't seem any different from the REGULAR cut.

5) i have way too much stuff.  this apt is 700 sq ft.  i'd say 600 of that is my crap.

6) this is AFTER dropping off SIX BAGS of clothes at Goodwill, on 50 (thanks Deeee).

7) why do i only get the urge to write HERstory posts when i have absolutely NO time to do so?

8) speaking of blogging, it is surprisingly nice to post stuff on Sepia again. it's been quite the shameful hiatus...but i'm starting to think that my lack of inspiration/interest in writing over there is writing on the wall that i'm ignoring, as i am wont to do.  i mean, when i can't crank out a weekly "55Friday"--which takes NO preparation or research, whatsoever-- then...it's not a good sign. :(

8) accepting the truth is so difficult, it makes packing seem like a sample sale where everything is my size.  le sigh.

now you know (yo slick, blow)

 

Who invented "I heart NY"? Taylor Stafford, Texas

Dear Taylor:

The "I Love New York" campaign was commissioned by the state of New York and designed by the very famous graphic designer Milton Glaser in 1977. You know, we love it when we can answer a question so quickly -- in a New York minute, even. But, wait. New York is a place of stories. And the one behind the logo may be more interesting than the design itself -- which is nothing more than three letters and a heart symbol. Glaser created "I Love New York" at a time when nobody loved the city. President Ford had just told New York to drop dead. Serial killer Son of Sam prowled the boroughs. One of the world's greatest cities was deteriorating under budget deficits, blackouts, riots, and -- according to Glaser himself -- lots and lots of doggie poo. Today, just about everyone's willing to show the city some love, but back in the late 1970s, confessing your amore for the Big Apple left a rotten taste in many a mouth. The city and the state eventually saw economic upturns, and New Yorkers rallied to address many of its plaguing issues. But we believe Glaser's deceptively simple design and sentiment surely played a part in the slow but strong rebirth of the great metropolis. [linkage]

(it's under "wtf" b/c of Ford's snub...i must google this later)

march 11

i had as much fun as one can while having to work on a saturday (no, no TPS reports were filed).

i was so excited to go to the gym, after eating healthy and rejoicing over how my abs hurt every time i laughed at a co-worker's antics.

i had a night of catching up on blogging (55? my thoughts on the project runway finale?) and fotologging (more from philly!) to look forward to.

like a 12-year old, i was sweetly thrilled about all my new, fantastic eye-shadow and like a...um, 31-year old i was tickled by my acquisition of adorable new green cufflinks, purchased just in time for what would be my parents' 32nd wedding anniversary (march 17th).

and most of all,

i was still blissed out over my lightning-quick and flawless trip to nyc (arrive: thursday @ 8pm...depart: friday @ 3pm), which included a deeeelicious dinner at blockheads, some fun at joshua tree and other 3rd avenue amusements, reminiscing about college, staying up late and waking up later and finally, a perfect lunch of mysore masala dosa/idli/vada with someone whom i lowe and adore at madras mahal...

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.
.

and then, on saturday night, i became a statistic.

a stupid, unwanted statistic.  i can't believe my life.  or, rather, how spectacularly it has gone awry in a matter of hours.  i had everything all planned out.  but, the best-made plans always get heckled by fate.  also?  it's hard for me to champion all police officers (as i am known to do) when the one they sent to help me was a sarcastic asshole who made me regret calling them in the first place.

please don't worry or assume the worst-- i'm okay.

no, i'm not. i typed that because i don't want to alarm you.  i like you too much for that.  i'm actually stunned and so anxious i could puke.  my head throbs and i have three-dozen wet, scrunched-up kleenex on the floor to explain the lack of skin around the center of my red, swollen face.

but i will be okay.  i talked to my mom, reluctantly (b/c i hated worrying and upsetting her).  i talked to one of my best friends, gratefully (b/c i needed an anchor and a hug).  and he marveled at my "strength".  at my calm.  at my resolve.  if for no other reason than not wanting to disappoint a loved one so precious to me, i'll make sure he wasn't wrong.

so, i'll be all right.  i will.

 

soon.

the best woman won

w00t Chloe!

stop frontin', you know exactly what i mean.

fun in philly with 7 fotologgers in 7 hours

photographic evidence of this saturday's debauchery in the city of flogly love are up on my wizened fotolog right about now.  for you impatient types, the entire set of EIGHTY-ONE pictures was on Flickr within hours of the event, mais oui (w00t efficient uploading tools).  click the image of my blinged-out phone and platinum clutch resting on the table at Cafe Spice above to get to the Flickr photoset. 

if it's fotolog you desire, go here.  and really, why wouldn't you?  it was the reason for the blissful season.  we must do it again, ladies.  on to FEBRUARY birthdays! at this rate, we'll hit sagitarrians next year, about this time. ;)