2010. It’s Still Happening.
Can we take a little break from the kitchen?
I’m full of food and there’s one monstrous pile of dishes that I’d prefer to ignore for as long as possible.
A few months back I showed you exactly what my 2010 has looked like. Let’s consider that Part One. Would you like to see the other half?
I dump all of the pictures of my camera phone and show you what my silly world looks like. Its fun, there’s food, I like to share… and we’re all friends here.
I had a birthday in May. The people that know me got me bourbon.
Bless their souls.
This is the beginning of the best party of the summer. Malibu beach house. Sunset. Many people spinning many records. Really not a bad life at all.
Whitney and Jenelle at the beach party. This is before the beach cartwheels and frigid, naked ocean swimming.
…. I told you it was a good party.
Giant movie screenings in a cemetery. That happens in LA. Everyone here is exactly too cool for school… especially the two sneaking a smooch in the front of this picture.
I rode my bike all summer. It’s exactly the best thing in the world. No… I wasn’t wearing a helmet. Please don’t scold.
Countless backyard parties. Some people drink Pineapple Smirnoff Ice as a joke…. a gross grooooossss joke.
Ps. Cute bearded boys plus bonus dude belly peek.
I made Bourbon Banana Bread Pudding with Jill. We giggled a lot…. it’s just a thing we do.
I made a wedding cake! Remember?
It was stressful and delicious.
This particular wedding made me cry like a lady cries at a wedding. Love. Daaaang.
Frozen. Chocolate. Chip. Cookie. Dough. Balls. The best words ever.
One day… my computer died dead…
… then my table fell apart. I had the entire weight of the world on it.
I don’t want to talk about it.
My dear sister lives in Seattle. I went to there to see her…
… and bake in the company of her cat.
Charles is a fat cat with skinny legs. He’s a little self conscious.
Delancey is exactly as delicious as you want it to be.
I bought myself a fancy tomato and made myself a fancy sandwich. I dunno… this seemed like a big deal at the time.
I got on a train with a book and a homemade sandwich and went up to San Luis Obispo.
You remember Josh, right? We had all sorts of wine adventures which include eating grapes off the vine and getting heartburn.
But the views!! Totally worth the heartburn.
I put everything I own in boxes and moved to the beach. I feel like a fortunate person…. with too much stuff.
And this bike… the bike that was my heart and soul…. it got stolen. I cried: sobbing, ugly cry.
Until I got this dreamboat! It’s true love.
Then I crashed that dreamboat four day after I got it.
I didn’t cry, but it hurt something fierce. Ooooh man.
Then Tracy helped me realize how thug a chipped tooth from a bike accident can be. That’s friendship.
I found out that Buttermilk Onion Rings do not suck at all.
Also… kittens do not suck.
They’re actually the most precious creatures around… despite their smelly butts and sharp claws.
Stevens sleeps like this.
Lord help me.
A visit to San Francisco in the Fall makes me want to wear scarves and hold hands and make out. It’s something about the sky and the water and the wind.
I ate popcorn for dinner at least forty three times in the last five months.
I’m the boss of me.