Life Likes Me, But Not in That Way

So today I went to the hair salon with my mother and sister for some Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Traveling Sexy Pants in the City-type girl fun. I was actually just there to watch my sibling and parent get beautified, while I gaped like an unscheduled ogre in the corner.

But that’s not the surprise-wow-cool part!

The exciting part is that my stylist who I have gotten a few haircuts from in the past (but have not seen for close to eight months) came up to me as soon as he spotted me and boldly pronounced, “I saw you on TV!!” in front of all the princesses and lala’s in the room! (He knows I do stand up.)

Me: “Noo, where?”

Stylist: “On Last Comic Standing, you were in the New York audition, right?”

Me: “Yeah! It was just a flash of me!”

Stylist: “Yeah but still, really cool!”

So then I was floating for a good long while.

Oh, I’m getting more and more big-headed by the day!
photo courtesy of Flickr and Gentil Garçon [sombres présages]

Until I went to get a hot chocolate at the bakery next door and they straight up gave me a mocha without my knowledge! So purely by accident, I have fallen off the clean wagon again. And I sensed something was off but I kept drinking it, willing it to decaffeinate itself. Finally, I went back for an exchange, though my heart was racing like a…racehorse (from the espresso, natch).

However, the real customer service tour de force happened last night. My family went to a Chinese restaurant and when the fortune cookies were dealt, mine turned out to be a real brain-puzzler.

“A clever crow will always paint its feather black.”

Our whole family couldn’t come up with a satisfactory meaning for it so my mother asked for the manager. When the waitstaff started to look all worried, she added with exasperation, “No, it’s not about you guys! The service was fine!! I just have a question about this fortune!” Which made us seem like real eccentric nitwits, I’ll tell you that much.

In any case, the fortune’s explanation was very reasonable. The smart man blends in and doesn’t show off. Of course he does…you don’t see a crow flying around with peacock feathers because that would be ridiculous. Also crows don’t have peacock feathers but I guess that’s neither here nor there. Also this entire entry proves I did not take my fortune’s advice at all.

My Relationship with Express Newspaper Is Not Complicated. It Completes Me.

Well, this is freaking flattering, to say the least!! And no, I’m not being snarkastic. I got quoted in the Washington Post Express newspaper’s “Blog Log” section today.

I tried to look up how other bloggers responded to being featured in Blog Log. And mostly, it’s a bunch of earnest, well-deserved gushing, smooshing, and winking. So I will follow suit. Also, my entry happens to be displayed next to a photo of Daddy Yankee and John McCain. Well, I guess I need a new life goal…hrmm…

Here is the print version below…
Bottom right (clicky to get biggie with it na na na na na nuh nuh)
Courtesy of Express newspaper.

In Fame We Trust

slightly overdue, mostly undercooked:

i like how every industry has its own celebrities. but there are two kinds of celebrities. the “i wanna be you” kind and “sucks to be you” kind. of course you can easily shift between the two groups. guess which way the current usually flows. no, don’t actually! it’s a cliche and an e: true hollywood sob story wrapped into one complicated burrito.

my point is even the plumbing industry has a cate blanchett and an andy dick. just because their profession doesn’t involve the silver screen but rather a swift plunging action, doesn’t mean there isn’t room for glamor, glitz and scandal.

so the cate blanchett of plumbing is very well respected among the community; uniform’s always effortlessly put together (plumber’s crack? not even aware what the term means…was schooled abroad!); gives away lunch to street children regularly; is not afraid to get hands dirty (literally) and do even the most lowbrow of jobs; happily married to slightly less-successful plumber husband; featured regularly on the cover of plumbing magazine, etc. etc.

meanwhile, the andy dick of the plumbing world is, well, kind of a dick, so no one feels bad about talking smack about him. he models the plumber’s crack like it’s part of his outfits; his mouth would make sailors blush; in fact, some of the things he says makes people wonder whether his brain wasn’t accidentally suctioned out of his body once in some kind of a freak plumbing mishap; he dates street children; he gambles with charity money; he has three estranged ex-wives; and he is possibly pro-child labor; so you know, he’s a bad guy.

mostly i brought up this whole idea because i’m thrilled that even the accounting industry has its heartthrobs.

that’s it.

thanks for checking in.

finally, i saw this sign while walking to work. FREE AURA? that’s awesome.

it was later clarified. but for awhile there, rocking the ambiguity!