Jane Austen's Fight Club

Shushers

Before going to bed I need to get something off of my chest. I am SO sick of shushers. You know those people who "politely" turn to you and ask you to be quite. Having spent a few years in therapy I have to admit that I am a big respecter of boundaries so my first instinct is to respect that they've shared something that displeases so I should respect and correct. 

NO MORE. I am changing my behavior right now. 

I was at a play at the Pantages tonight with some friends, its a huge theater, the play hadn't begun yet so there is a large buzz about the room as everyone chats with their companions. My friends and I are doing the same when all of a sudden the old man in front of me turns around and with a bit of agitation says, "Could you ladies please quite down?" 

What prompted this? I. Don't. Know. 

I had just told my friend that for her anniversary she should take her husband on a helicopter ride that flew to locations significant to them and as they reached each one she should take off an article of her clothing and give it to him. (Our other friend had just shared this was how her cousin had be proposed to but she got roses instead of his clothing. I'm pretty sure men would prefer an undressed woman at the end of the ride instead of a dozen roses but I could be wrong.)

Maybe the man and his puritan wife were offended?? If so then choosing to see a play with a song that praises the endowments of a man was a poor choice. 

Or maybe they found my laugh grating. Again. I don't know. And after spending way to much time stewing about it I finally came to this profound conclusion: SCREW YOU. 

We were NOT talking loud or being disruptive in anyway so old man YOU need to stop being rude and start keeping your thoughts to yourself because I don't want to hear you. 

Listen up all you shushers out there, unless someone is genuinely being disruptive (meaning more than just you and your party are annoyed) STOP SHUSHING. SUCK IT UP and DEAL WITH IT.

xoxo

Saucony: All Terrain Independence.

Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

If you don't currently like Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros this video will change that. And if it doesn't you are dead to me.


Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zero's - A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

I'm smiling from ear to ear. I've always heard they are fantastic live and this proves it and just think I was this-close to seeing them live. next time. next time.

How many bands can just roll an old piano out onto the streets of San Francisco and pull this spectacularness out????

nice

got this from my friend karl . i think it's more comforting than unsettling.

The Day Was A Good Day

May 24th is my birthday. It was a good day.

It began with this. 

I was waiting for Dave, he was taking me for a birthday breakfast. He was late. He finally came and we went to John O'Groats (aka John O'Goats). And it was good.

Then I saw this:

I politely inquired, "What is on your shirt?" The whole shirt was than revealed and we had a modest little chuckle.

The whole shirt:

In reality I heartily exclaimed, "What's on your shirt?" and then we both laughed very hard, very long and I very loud. It was a very very moment.

Then I got to work and saw this: sorry it's crooked can't get it to flip for some reason.

an hour later I saw this:

Yes those are my co-workers all wearing the same shirt. This isn't even all of them. Yes it took me an hour to realize they were all wearing the same shirt. I noticed it on the lady holding the glasses first. It took me a few seconds for my brain to figure out that 1) she was in fact wearing Dave's shirt 2) They did not know each other so there was no logical reason for her to be wearing the shirt 3) Dave set me up. 

I then yelled, "SHUT UP!!" and began to laugh very very very hard, very very very long and very very very loud. It was a very very very moment.

The entire office heard me laughing. That's how they knew I had found out. My laughing was the signal. And they all began filing in. THEY JUST KEPT COMING! The whole office. ALL wearing MY face on their shirts.  

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This picture was actually taken at least two minutes in to me laughing. I just kept laughing and saying, "Where's my camera? Where's my camera?" They all just stood there exactly as you see them, watching me. 

Some of my co-workers took me to lunch. Connie was the only one brave enough to wear the shirt.

I was a little peeved. Not only did they not all wear the shirt but they completely disregarded my request to go to my favorite restaurant Tacomiendo and hijacked me to another for NO GOOD REASON. HArumph.

We than had gelato. I had Italian Love Portion. And it was good.

Sadly most of the other pictures that commemorate the night are on other cameras. But it did involve Tacomiendo for dinner, me taking half an hour to realize the Tacomiendo waitress was wearing the shirt, a table full of Trader Joe's (TJs) employees and yes I took a picture with them and last but not least boob jello with birthday candles as nipples. Cans this day have been any better? no. 

It was a great day. I might have even teared up a few times. I can't tell you the last time I felt that loved. 

Thank you party organizers. You are the best. Thank you so much for being my friends.

exciting!!

A high-speed rail that would go through Visalia! Exciting. Who ever made this map is stupid because they misspelled Tulare. Yes that's right it's spelled Tulare not Telare. Hopefully whoever made this map will have nothing to do with the development of the high-speed rail system.