Subject: menu planning
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From: and
Date: Thu, Jan 27, 2011 at 2:59 PM
To: Liz , ET#1
I've just about got it--
appetizer: chex mix
main entree: 7 layer dip
dessert: snicker salad*
*I know it's a salad, but put it at the dessert end of the buffet and no one will know the difference
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From: Elizabeth Date: Thu, Jan 27, 2011 at 3:03 PM
To: and
Cc: ET#1
It goes on the salad table, Andrea. If you are going to do it. Do it right.
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From: and
Date: Thu, Jan 27, 2011 at 3:04 PM
To: Elizabeth
Cc: ET#1
Okay, then we need a dessert. Can only think...chocolate sheet cake.
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From: Elizabeth
Date: Thu, Jan 27, 2011 at 3:05 PM
To: and
Cc: ET#1
That sounds about right. Or rice krispie treats. That would make
cereal bookends.
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From: ET#1
Date: Thu, Jan 27, 2011 at 3:14 PM
To: Elizabeth
Cc: and
what is ambrosia then? dessert or salad?
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From: and
Date: Thu, Jan 27, 2011 at 4:39 PM
To: ET#1
Cc: Elizabeth
Oh that is salad. Marshmallows, right? Salad.
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From: Elizabeth
Date: Thu, Jan 27, 2011 at 4:41 PM
To: and
Cc: ET#1
fruit salad to be precise.
If you are confused, which is understandable, just think about where
it is on the buffet table in relation to the ham and biscuits. Close
to the bisscuits = salad. On the other side of the ham from the
biscuits = dessert.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Apologies
Here's a list of apologies I'd like Mrs. Thomas to solicit on my behalf:
Downstairs neighbors, for finishing my laundry detergent.
Massachusetts liquor stores, for being closed on Sundays while I was in college.
Muggers, for causing me distress, but mostly for taking my vintage going-out purse.
The Cats, but especially Soul, for destroying the couch AND for eating through the straps on my best camisoles.
Anthropologie, for taking so much of my money for cute, but not well made, dresses and shirts.
Middle school.
Genetics, for giving me short legs and wide hips.
WA state DMV, for making me spend part of my 23rd birthday in their waiting room.
Ex-boyfriends, for me and my friends (regardless if they did apologize, we never tire of hearing it).
Downstairs neighbors, for finishing my laundry detergent.
Massachusetts liquor stores, for being closed on Sundays while I was in college.
Muggers, for causing me distress, but mostly for taking my vintage going-out purse.
The Cats, but especially Soul, for destroying the couch AND for eating through the straps on my best camisoles.
Anthropologie, for taking so much of my money for cute, but not well made, dresses and shirts.
Middle school.
Genetics, for giving me short legs and wide hips.
WA state DMV, for making me spend part of my 23rd birthday in their waiting room.
Ex-boyfriends, for me and my friends (regardless if they did apologize, we never tire of hearing it).
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
Car Trip
"Mommie tricked me. We have to DRIVE 12 hours to Yellowstone from Seattle."
My sister has an aversion to long car trips ever since our epic 12+ hour trips from Kansas to Colorado or New Mexico growing up. But growing up in the midwest, to get anywhere fun you had to drive at least 12 hours and a lot of those hours would be spent cruising through western Kansas where there would be endless horizon and fields of wheat. I loved seeing the rain in the distance, and at night leaning my head on the window to look at the stars. We'd keep our eyes peeled for the first mesa, which would signal we were at least getting close to the mountains. But that hardly occupies hours of cramped car ride. To entertain ourselves, we would pack our travel bags which included cray pas and paper, Barbies and our Jem doll, little forest creatures branded as Mapletown, books, tapes and our red tape recorders and headsets. I would listen to The Cars Greatest Hits and the We Are The World soundtrack over and over. We played Art Rummy, with my mom playing her hand from the driver's seat and Liz passing her cards to the front with her toes. We'd pack our little Datsun hatchback full of luggage and snacks and we all brought our pillows.
My mom liked to drive with minimal stops, but we'd occasionally stop by the side of the road for a picnic of Cokes, Vienna Sausages, saltines, olives and cheese. To keep our appetite at bay while driving, we had beef jerky (I haven't had a Vienna sausage OR beef jerky in years...and don't intend to) and would get Dairy Queen Blizzards. Our vacations were often taken on my birthday so I'd get to pick where to stop for dinner (Long John Silver's was a good choice!). If we were in Buena Vista, CO for either mine or my sister's birthday, my mom would decorate the cabin with streamers and get a cake from the local bakery.
I don't remember a lot of fighting in the car but I'm sure it must have happened. I know Liz and I would take turns riding in the front seat but on at least one occasion our cousins complained to my uncle about "Liz pinching in the back seat". She remembers this differently. If our dog Char came with us, we liked to have her situated between us, but Char would prefer to have her head in one of our laps. Whoever got her tail obviously got the "bad end" so we would each campaign to get her head (with her animated eyes and soft ears).
I had to miss the family vacation this year, but reminisced with my mom and Liz about our old car trips. Maybe because I wasn't there to pester her or maybe because we have more patience as adults but Liz said, "Somehow driving to OKC from Wichita was longer than driving from Seattle to Yellowstone." I wish I had gone.
NPR ran a story about car games pre-dvd player, which prompted these memories. The story is great, but the comments are priceless!
My sister has an aversion to long car trips ever since our epic 12+ hour trips from Kansas to Colorado or New Mexico growing up. But growing up in the midwest, to get anywhere fun you had to drive at least 12 hours and a lot of those hours would be spent cruising through western Kansas where there would be endless horizon and fields of wheat. I loved seeing the rain in the distance, and at night leaning my head on the window to look at the stars. We'd keep our eyes peeled for the first mesa, which would signal we were at least getting close to the mountains. But that hardly occupies hours of cramped car ride. To entertain ourselves, we would pack our travel bags which included cray pas and paper, Barbies and our Jem doll, little forest creatures branded as Mapletown, books, tapes and our red tape recorders and headsets. I would listen to The Cars Greatest Hits and the We Are The World soundtrack over and over. We played Art Rummy, with my mom playing her hand from the driver's seat and Liz passing her cards to the front with her toes. We'd pack our little Datsun hatchback full of luggage and snacks and we all brought our pillows.
My mom liked to drive with minimal stops, but we'd occasionally stop by the side of the road for a picnic of Cokes, Vienna Sausages, saltines, olives and cheese. To keep our appetite at bay while driving, we had beef jerky (I haven't had a Vienna sausage OR beef jerky in years...and don't intend to) and would get Dairy Queen Blizzards. Our vacations were often taken on my birthday so I'd get to pick where to stop for dinner (Long John Silver's was a good choice!). If we were in Buena Vista, CO for either mine or my sister's birthday, my mom would decorate the cabin with streamers and get a cake from the local bakery.
I don't remember a lot of fighting in the car but I'm sure it must have happened. I know Liz and I would take turns riding in the front seat but on at least one occasion our cousins complained to my uncle about "Liz pinching in the back seat". She remembers this differently. If our dog Char came with us, we liked to have her situated between us, but Char would prefer to have her head in one of our laps. Whoever got her tail obviously got the "bad end" so we would each campaign to get her head (with her animated eyes and soft ears).
I had to miss the family vacation this year, but reminisced with my mom and Liz about our old car trips. Maybe because I wasn't there to pester her or maybe because we have more patience as adults but Liz said, "Somehow driving to OKC from Wichita was longer than driving from Seattle to Yellowstone." I wish I had gone.
NPR ran a story about car games pre-dvd player, which prompted these memories. The story is great, but the comments are priceless!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The True Story of Steven Slater and Naomi Campbell: A Play in Four Acts
The two hottest stories of the week, reimagined by Andrea as one Superstory.
Act I: The Airplane
Passengers are settling into their seats on an airplane. It's Jetblue, so there's no business class. On the overhead, flight attendant Steven Slater begins making announcements, reminding folks to share the overhead bins and place smaller items under the seats by their feet. Amid the usual chatter a shrill voice overtakes the cabin. Mr. Slater walks back to where a tall Naomi Campbell is removing items from the overhead even as passengers are putting them in. She's becoming more and more agitated, wanting an entire bin for her handbag, claiming that the other passengers' bags are "dirty". Mr. Slater tries to diffuse the situation, asking Ms. Campbell to allow others to place their bags first and hers can nestle in the front, for her to easily access. She refuses and when Mr. Slater suggests she place it on the floor, she screams, "are you crazy?!" and attacks him on the head with her cell phone. Mr. Slater leans in and demands an apology. Ms. Campbell says something unintelligible.* Mr. Slater storms to the front of the plane, tells the passengers to f off and deploys the emergency slide. He grabs a Heineken prior to his egress.
Act II: UN Tribunal
Rewind to one week prior. Ms. Campbell, carrying the same handbag she will have on the plane from Pittsburgh to JFK, is hounded by paparazzi. She's just testafied at a UN tribunal indictment of Charles Taylor. Off to the side, a ruddy complexioned, blue eyed, manly man (who doesn't look gay. AT ALL) catches her eye. She momentarily pauses and nearly trips (but Ms. Campbell, in 25 years on the runway, has never tripped). She catches her breath and their gazes lock.
Act III: The Dinner Party
Thirteen years prior to the flight, a dinner party in South Africa. Ms. Campbell has been a flirty face with Charles Taylor all night, while her frizzy haired and glasses wearing assistant (not to be mistaken for Mia Farrow) sulks in the background. Ms. Campbell retires around 2 am and a half hour later there is a knock at her door. Two men in suits present her with a handbag. Inside is a pouch with some small stones. "Magic beans?" wonders Ms. Campbell. She falls into a deep sleep, dreaming of a man, her soulmate, whom she has never met. She dreams they meet in Indianapolis. She awakes and looks again in the pouch and mumbles, "just some dirty stones."
Act IV: Denouement
Four hours post flight/dramatic exit, an undisclosed tropical location. "It's been so long...I thought we'd never be united!" cries Ms. Campbell. "Well, I worked for Jetblue, not United." explained Mr. Slater, and takes a gulp of Heineken.
Same time, but back at JFK, at the Chile's bar. Ms. Farrow is seen with a handbag at her feet, a margarita in her left hand and a small pouch in her right. She smiles and says to no one in particular, "another charitable act completed."
*"Mon amour! I've been waiting half my life for you. Come away with me...love me."
Act I: The Airplane
Passengers are settling into their seats on an airplane. It's Jetblue, so there's no business class. On the overhead, flight attendant Steven Slater begins making announcements, reminding folks to share the overhead bins and place smaller items under the seats by their feet. Amid the usual chatter a shrill voice overtakes the cabin. Mr. Slater walks back to where a tall Naomi Campbell is removing items from the overhead even as passengers are putting them in. She's becoming more and more agitated, wanting an entire bin for her handbag, claiming that the other passengers' bags are "dirty". Mr. Slater tries to diffuse the situation, asking Ms. Campbell to allow others to place their bags first and hers can nestle in the front, for her to easily access. She refuses and when Mr. Slater suggests she place it on the floor, she screams, "are you crazy?!" and attacks him on the head with her cell phone. Mr. Slater leans in and demands an apology. Ms. Campbell says something unintelligible.* Mr. Slater storms to the front of the plane, tells the passengers to f off and deploys the emergency slide. He grabs a Heineken prior to his egress.
Act II: UN Tribunal
Rewind to one week prior. Ms. Campbell, carrying the same handbag she will have on the plane from Pittsburgh to JFK, is hounded by paparazzi. She's just testafied at a UN tribunal indictment of Charles Taylor. Off to the side, a ruddy complexioned, blue eyed, manly man (who doesn't look gay. AT ALL) catches her eye. She momentarily pauses and nearly trips (but Ms. Campbell, in 25 years on the runway, has never tripped). She catches her breath and their gazes lock.
Act III: The Dinner Party
Thirteen years prior to the flight, a dinner party in South Africa. Ms. Campbell has been a flirty face with Charles Taylor all night, while her frizzy haired and glasses wearing assistant (not to be mistaken for Mia Farrow) sulks in the background. Ms. Campbell retires around 2 am and a half hour later there is a knock at her door. Two men in suits present her with a handbag. Inside is a pouch with some small stones. "Magic beans?" wonders Ms. Campbell. She falls into a deep sleep, dreaming of a man, her soulmate, whom she has never met. She dreams they meet in Indianapolis. She awakes and looks again in the pouch and mumbles, "just some dirty stones."
Act IV: Denouement
Four hours post flight/dramatic exit, an undisclosed tropical location. "It's been so long...I thought we'd never be united!" cries Ms. Campbell. "Well, I worked for Jetblue, not United." explained Mr. Slater, and takes a gulp of Heineken.
Same time, but back at JFK, at the Chile's bar. Ms. Farrow is seen with a handbag at her feet, a margarita in her left hand and a small pouch in her right. She smiles and says to no one in particular, "another charitable act completed."
*"Mon amour! I've been waiting half my life for you. Come away with me...love me."
Friday, July 23, 2010
JELLYFISH ATTACK!
This is the first in a series in which the editors at Zandrea take a deeper look into the pressing stories of today. In the case of the attacking jellyfish, we look at the backgrounds of the first responders and the jellyfish.
On Wednesday, July 21st, unsuspecting beach-goers in Rye, NH felt the stinging wrath of the undead. Unlike, mammalian zombies who savagely tear into the flesh and organs of their prey, the medusozoa zombie prefer to let its detached, undead tentacles enact a unique brand of horror. In a cruel, yet humorous twist, zombie jellyfish specifically target children.
The article below, based on eyewitness accounts, depicts the scene:
RYE, N.H. — The culprit* sat in an open trash bag baking in the hot sun, raked to shore by a pitchfork-wielding lifeguard** who paddled out on a surfboard.
*Wednesday was not a great day for me. At some point during the previous evening I died. Not wanting to cause any trouble for anyone, I willed my still living tentacles to swim towards the shore so that my carcass could be discovered and properly disposed of before my decay became an eyesore. Let me tell you, I can’t win for losing. Just as I approached the beach, some jack-off teenager comes at me with a pitchfork and guts me like a mackerel. And now I’m the “culprit:” the villain of the piece!
Staring down in wonder — and disgust — at the huge jellyfish carcass at Wallis Sands State Park, Simon Mayer of Rye asked, “Is that the monster?”
It was to some, and it was doing plenty of posthumous damage. About 150 people were stung Wednesday by what officials said was a lion’s mane jellyfish weighing nearly 40 pounds, which turned the tranquil beach into a frenzied sea of screaming children and aching adults with red, sore feet and legs.
It was not the blob of dead jellyfish, but rather pieces of its stinging tentacles that stung the waders, scientists said. Jellyfish can still emit toxins when dead or broken apart, said Renee Zobel, a marine biologist with the New Hampshire Fish and Game Department.
“The cell type will keep on firing in the tentacles,” which also remain alive when separated from the animal, Ms. Zobel explained.
Alycia Bennett of Hampstead, N.H., who was stung while wading with her 10-year-old daughter, Emma, said, “When we got to the bathhouse it was complete chaos, mayhem.” It took a while for the severity of the sting to set in, she said.
“By the time you got up to the bathhouse it burned,” she added. “There were a lot of little kids, and understandably they were hysterical. It was so bizarre. So much for a peaceful day at the beach.”
Officials said there were no serious injuries, though five children from a camp were taken to the hospital as a precaution with skin irritations but later released.
“There were five ambulances and a hook and ladder here,” said the park manager, Ken Loughlin. “Seeing a hook and ladder was almost comical.” Lifeguards were sent to a nearby grocery store to buy vinegar and baking soda for emergency medical technicians, who set up a triage area.
Mr. Loughlin and others at the beach said it took a while for everyone to realize what was happening, because jellyfish stings are so rare at the beach.
“You couldn’t see it in the water coming at you,” said Kim Raiti of Atkinson, N.H. “You couldn’t see anything you would know to avoid.” Two of her four children were stung.
“Everyone was getting stung at the same time,” she added. “Kids were crying. It was like a scene from a movie***.”
***My name's Leonard Brubacher and as a starving Hollywood screenwriter, I can't tell you how excited I am to be vacationing at my childhood home. Being in the right place at the right time...you just can't ask for something better than this. It's going to be bigger than JAWS. Because it's going to be 3D. I think I can get some New England starpower on-board...maybe some Matt Damon, some John Malkovich. I envision a blockbuster Summer 2013.
New Hampshire Fish and Game officials said lion’s mane jellyfish, which are common to the Gulf of Maine, rarely show up on beaches as far south as New Hampshire. Tides often detach tentacles from jellyfish that are washing toward shore, scientists said, but raking the jellyfish “probably broke it up into quite a large number of individual tentacles, still healthy, because these things don’t disintegrate,” said Larry Harris, a professor of zoology at the University of New Hampshire. The tentacles are like “loose spaghetti” floating around, he said.
“When you’re talking about thousands of tentacles and little kids splashing about, it’s a recipe for chaos,” Professor Harris said.
The beach reopened Thursday, and swimmers were back in the water. The tide washed all the tentacles out to sea, leaving only the carcass, which was guarded by a young beach employee who said he was not authorized to give his name****.
“I’m going to have to start charging you guys,” he said to the curious crowd gathered around the Dumpster, snapping photos.
****Okay, so I can’t give my name because of an incident with a small amount of pot I got caught with by my supervisor last month. He promised to keep me on as long as I kept clean. But between you and me, if I could start charging people to take pictures of this fish, I’d be all set for the rest of the summer, if you know what I mean.
Lynn Nicholson, of Methuen, Mass., wanted to name the jellyfish Wally. “Wally from Wallis Sands,” she said. Ms. Nicholson told Mr. Loughlin that she should put the jellyfish under glass and preserve it as a tourist attraction.
“No one wants to come see a pile of puke,” Mr. Loughlin said.
“Yes they do*****,” the young employee shot back.
Andrew Keh contributed reporting from New York.
*****The editors agree. We ALL want to see a pile of puke!
On Wednesday, July 21st, unsuspecting beach-goers in Rye, NH felt the stinging wrath of the undead. Unlike, mammalian zombies who savagely tear into the flesh and organs of their prey, the medusozoa zombie prefer to let its detached, undead tentacles enact a unique brand of horror. In a cruel, yet humorous twist, zombie jellyfish specifically target children.
The article below, based on eyewitness accounts, depicts the scene:
RYE, N.H. — The culprit* sat in an open trash bag baking in the hot sun, raked to shore by a pitchfork-wielding lifeguard** who paddled out on a surfboard.
*Wednesday was not a great day for me. At some point during the previous evening I died. Not wanting to cause any trouble for anyone, I willed my still living tentacles to swim towards the shore so that my carcass could be discovered and properly disposed of before my decay became an eyesore. Let me tell you, I can’t win for losing. Just as I approached the beach, some jack-off teenager comes at me with a pitchfork and guts me like a mackerel. And now I’m the “culprit:” the villain of the piece!
**This is my first summer as a lifeguard. I trained all spring and was so pumped to make it. We were told there might be an occasional shark sighting, but were never told what to do about jellyfish. We didn’t train with pitchforks at all!
A crowd gathered around the trash bag that now contains the dead jellyfish that washed into Wallis Sands State Park stinging nearly 150 swimmers in Rye, New Hampshire on Thursday.Staring down in wonder — and disgust — at the huge jellyfish carcass at Wallis Sands State Park, Simon Mayer of Rye asked, “Is that the monster?”
It was to some, and it was doing plenty of posthumous damage. About 150 people were stung Wednesday by what officials said was a lion’s mane jellyfish weighing nearly 40 pounds, which turned the tranquil beach into a frenzied sea of screaming children and aching adults with red, sore feet and legs.
It was not the blob of dead jellyfish, but rather pieces of its stinging tentacles that stung the waders, scientists said. Jellyfish can still emit toxins when dead or broken apart, said Renee Zobel, a marine biologist with the New Hampshire Fish and Game Department.
“The cell type will keep on firing in the tentacles,” which also remain alive when separated from the animal, Ms. Zobel explained.
Alycia Bennett of Hampstead, N.H., who was stung while wading with her 10-year-old daughter, Emma, said, “When we got to the bathhouse it was complete chaos, mayhem.” It took a while for the severity of the sting to set in, she said.
“By the time you got up to the bathhouse it burned,” she added. “There were a lot of little kids, and understandably they were hysterical. It was so bizarre. So much for a peaceful day at the beach.”
Officials said there were no serious injuries, though five children from a camp were taken to the hospital as a precaution with skin irritations but later released.
“There were five ambulances and a hook and ladder here,” said the park manager, Ken Loughlin. “Seeing a hook and ladder was almost comical.” Lifeguards were sent to a nearby grocery store to buy vinegar and baking soda for emergency medical technicians, who set up a triage area.
Mr. Loughlin and others at the beach said it took a while for everyone to realize what was happening, because jellyfish stings are so rare at the beach.
“You couldn’t see it in the water coming at you,” said Kim Raiti of Atkinson, N.H. “You couldn’t see anything you would know to avoid.” Two of her four children were stung.
“Everyone was getting stung at the same time,” she added. “Kids were crying. It was like a scene from a movie***.”
***My name's Leonard Brubacher and as a starving Hollywood screenwriter, I can't tell you how excited I am to be vacationing at my childhood home. Being in the right place at the right time...you just can't ask for something better than this. It's going to be bigger than JAWS. Because it's going to be 3D. I think I can get some New England starpower on-board...maybe some Matt Damon, some John Malkovich. I envision a blockbuster Summer 2013.
New Hampshire Fish and Game officials said lion’s mane jellyfish, which are common to the Gulf of Maine, rarely show up on beaches as far south as New Hampshire. Tides often detach tentacles from jellyfish that are washing toward shore, scientists said, but raking the jellyfish “probably broke it up into quite a large number of individual tentacles, still healthy, because these things don’t disintegrate,” said Larry Harris, a professor of zoology at the University of New Hampshire. The tentacles are like “loose spaghetti” floating around, he said.
“When you’re talking about thousands of tentacles and little kids splashing about, it’s a recipe for chaos,” Professor Harris said.
The beach reopened Thursday, and swimmers were back in the water. The tide washed all the tentacles out to sea, leaving only the carcass, which was guarded by a young beach employee who said he was not authorized to give his name****.
“I’m going to have to start charging you guys,” he said to the curious crowd gathered around the Dumpster, snapping photos.
****Okay, so I can’t give my name because of an incident with a small amount of pot I got caught with by my supervisor last month. He promised to keep me on as long as I kept clean. But between you and me, if I could start charging people to take pictures of this fish, I’d be all set for the rest of the summer, if you know what I mean.
Lynn Nicholson, of Methuen, Mass., wanted to name the jellyfish Wally. “Wally from Wallis Sands,” she said. Ms. Nicholson told Mr. Loughlin that she should put the jellyfish under glass and preserve it as a tourist attraction.
“No one wants to come see a pile of puke,” Mr. Loughlin said.
“Yes they do*****,” the young employee shot back.
Andrew Keh contributed reporting from New York.
*****The editors agree. We ALL want to see a pile of puke!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Oui, Oui Mon Ami!
Andrea: So we saw Breathless last week at the Coolidge Corner Theater. How excited were you to see it? Do you think you were more excited than me?
Zara: I was marginally excited. You and my husband are the French New Wave fans. I think you were more excited about seeing it on the big screen. HOWEVER, when the film began and I realized that the only other time I had seen “Breathless” was sans subtitles so I was VERY excited to understand the dialogue. It was funny that French people were saying the French equivalent of “puke.”
Andrea: I bought us tickets a week in advance because I imagined the tickets (for a Thursday night) would sell out. I was surprised they didn't sell out but can only imagine it's because every other Bostonian saw the film over the course of the previous week. I was surprised we had our choice of all the best seats in the house. In high school my friend Caron and I got up early to buy tickets to see the Black Crowes right when they went on sale. We imagined there would be a line out the grocery store (you bought your concert tickets at Dillon's in Wichita). Needless to say, we were roaming the frozen food aisles by ourselves until the tickets actually went on sale and we were there to purchase them first.
Zara: I was surprised as well. Not as surprised as I am to read about you seeing the Black Crowes? And you make fun of me for liking Steely Dan??? Hey, did you know that Eddie Money gave a free concert at the Hatch Shell on Saturday? Nobody would go with me.
Andrea: Hey! I grew up in Wichita. I'm a country mouse. Also it was 1995. Also we never ended up seeing them because there was the Oklahoma City bombing and they canceled our show in favor of a benefit.
Andrea: What do you think the chances are of you getting a pixie cut like Jean Seberg?
Zara: Let me tell you something. I have been telling myself for years that if lost 20 pounds I would cut my hair short and get my belly button pierced. How many years? Well, I don’t think belly button piercing is still considered sexy and the short haircut I wanted was based on a style that I saw an actress wear on the TV show, “Chicago Hope.” “Chicago Hope???” It was a medical drama that came on the air the same year as ER and lost out to the Clooney juggernaut. That is how many years! To answer your question, not likely…..
Andrea: We had dinner at Bottega Fiorentina ahead of the movie, as we usually do. I'll let you explain what happened with the parmesan cheese.
Zara: I have many enemies. The largest enemy I have is the teenage population. When I was a child they would tease me. For example: I would try to play with the older kids on the block and once I fell on the ground and a female teenager said “Swift move measles face!” (I had a chronic staph infection on my face from 4-10 years old.) When I was a teenager they were mean to me. For example: “You walk funny!” and “Hey you, pimple face, you must be a virgin!” (I had severe acne from 12-22 years old.) And now, as an adult, teenagers give me scary looks and make no room for me on sidewalks so that I am forced to walk in traffic if I want to get anywhere. Last Thursday, some crafty and surly teenagers played a joke on me when I was trying to enjoy dinner. Knowing that I like to sit at the window seat they snuck into the restaurant earlier in the day and loosened the lid on the parmesan shaker so that when I used it at dinner all of the grated parmesan and the lid fell atop my dinner. Brats!
Andrea [choking on a handful of crab chips]: Do you think we should break into Brookline High and shove some kids into lockers?
Andrea: Because I am have a taste for the rich life, I rented a car and drove to Brookline to meet you. I also bought us souvenirs. Have you worn your t shirt yet?
Zara: Thank you for the t-shirt; I love it!!! No, I have not worn it yet as I need to wash it before wearing. You might remember that during our evening out I mentioned that I broke my rule about always washing clothes before wearing them with the jeans I wore out that night. You also might remember if you have not repressed the memory, my describing to you in great detail how the combination of my sweat and the blue dye from jeans resulted in me leaving a wet, blue stain on the toilet seat at work.
Andrea: I know a certain Evil Twin who found pieces of crab shell in her underwear after a feeding frenzy in Annapolis. Nothing fazes me.
Andrea: If you could see any movie on the big screen, what would it be? I think I would like to see The Umbrellas of Cherbourg. Catherine Deneuve is so foxy.
Zara: I would like to see the video we made of our re-enactment of Grey Gardens. You were an exquisite Little Edie!
Andrea: OMG! You are right-- that would be the best movie to see on the big screen.
Zara: I was marginally excited. You and my husband are the French New Wave fans. I think you were more excited about seeing it on the big screen. HOWEVER, when the film began and I realized that the only other time I had seen “Breathless” was sans subtitles so I was VERY excited to understand the dialogue. It was funny that French people were saying the French equivalent of “puke.”
Andrea: I bought us tickets a week in advance because I imagined the tickets (for a Thursday night) would sell out. I was surprised they didn't sell out but can only imagine it's because every other Bostonian saw the film over the course of the previous week. I was surprised we had our choice of all the best seats in the house. In high school my friend Caron and I got up early to buy tickets to see the Black Crowes right when they went on sale. We imagined there would be a line out the grocery store (you bought your concert tickets at Dillon's in Wichita). Needless to say, we were roaming the frozen food aisles by ourselves until the tickets actually went on sale and we were there to purchase them first.
Zara: I was surprised as well. Not as surprised as I am to read about you seeing the Black Crowes? And you make fun of me for liking Steely Dan??? Hey, did you know that Eddie Money gave a free concert at the Hatch Shell on Saturday? Nobody would go with me.
Andrea: Hey! I grew up in Wichita. I'm a country mouse. Also it was 1995. Also we never ended up seeing them because there was the Oklahoma City bombing and they canceled our show in favor of a benefit.
Andrea: What do you think the chances are of you getting a pixie cut like Jean Seberg?
Zara: Let me tell you something. I have been telling myself for years that if lost 20 pounds I would cut my hair short and get my belly button pierced. How many years? Well, I don’t think belly button piercing is still considered sexy and the short haircut I wanted was based on a style that I saw an actress wear on the TV show, “Chicago Hope.” “Chicago Hope???” It was a medical drama that came on the air the same year as ER and lost out to the Clooney juggernaut. That is how many years! To answer your question, not likely…..
Andrea: We had dinner at Bottega Fiorentina ahead of the movie, as we usually do. I'll let you explain what happened with the parmesan cheese.
Zara: I have many enemies. The largest enemy I have is the teenage population. When I was a child they would tease me. For example: I would try to play with the older kids on the block and once I fell on the ground and a female teenager said “Swift move measles face!” (I had a chronic staph infection on my face from 4-10 years old.) When I was a teenager they were mean to me. For example: “You walk funny!” and “Hey you, pimple face, you must be a virgin!” (I had severe acne from 12-22 years old.) And now, as an adult, teenagers give me scary looks and make no room for me on sidewalks so that I am forced to walk in traffic if I want to get anywhere. Last Thursday, some crafty and surly teenagers played a joke on me when I was trying to enjoy dinner. Knowing that I like to sit at the window seat they snuck into the restaurant earlier in the day and loosened the lid on the parmesan shaker so that when I used it at dinner all of the grated parmesan and the lid fell atop my dinner. Brats!
Andrea [choking on a handful of crab chips]: Do you think we should break into Brookline High and shove some kids into lockers?
Andrea: Because I am have a taste for the rich life, I rented a car and drove to Brookline to meet you. I also bought us souvenirs. Have you worn your t shirt yet?
Zara: Thank you for the t-shirt; I love it!!! No, I have not worn it yet as I need to wash it before wearing. You might remember that during our evening out I mentioned that I broke my rule about always washing clothes before wearing them with the jeans I wore out that night. You also might remember if you have not repressed the memory, my describing to you in great detail how the combination of my sweat and the blue dye from jeans resulted in me leaving a wet, blue stain on the toilet seat at work.
Andrea: I know a certain Evil Twin who found pieces of crab shell in her underwear after a feeding frenzy in Annapolis. Nothing fazes me.
Andrea: If you could see any movie on the big screen, what would it be? I think I would like to see The Umbrellas of Cherbourg. Catherine Deneuve is so foxy.
Zara: I would like to see the video we made of our re-enactment of Grey Gardens. You were an exquisite Little Edie!
Andrea: OMG! You are right-- that would be the best movie to see on the big screen.
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Dial 911 for Emergencies
The one in which Z interviews A about calling 911
Zara: Recently, I encouraged you to call 911 to report suspicious activity related to a bag of trash that was dropped off near your apartment by some maniac who drove off after the dump. Can you please expand on the details of the incident, your investigation, the phone call, and the aftermath?
Andrea: A couple weeks ago I watched from my bedroom window as a man drove around the corner with a black trash bag on the hood of his car. He stopped the car, got out and deposited the trash bag on the corner. I didn't think much about it until a few days later when a whole troop of Russian spies were identified and arrested. It became immediately clear to me that whatever was in that bag was probably suspect evidence. I made my friend Morgan rip open the bag and peer in while I watched from several feet away. She first said it was a carpet, then changed her mind and said linoleum. She couldn't see it, but I'm sure the linoleum was covered in blood. The next day I called 911 to report it. As far as I know the bag is still there.
Zara: Have you ever called 911 before? I have called many times to report crimes and personal annoyances such as: loud parties, finding a dead body, and most recently when I witnessed two cases of suspected rabid animal activity. Sometimes, I feel like Angela Lansbury’s iconic character, Jessica Fletcher. Do you think that I am actually surrounded by crime or are you of the school of thought that I am paranoid and apt to make mountains out of molehills?
Andrea: Mostly I call 911 to report on men who drop trou and show their penises. No one likes to see that. The most recent time was on the T and I said, "nuh uh. Pull your pants up!" And I alerted the nearest authority. Another time was on Nahant beach and another time was at the airport and another time was on Comm. Ave.
You are beautiful, smart and blonde-- an attractant to all manner of crime. How was it that there were so many murders in Cabot Cove? I think you need a cute bike with a basket to increase your territory. Tell more about the dead body!! I walk to work along the muddy river and pass by several homeless people daily. I dread the day I find one of the homeless people dead in that river.
Zara (follow-up): Yuck, somehow I never see that type of indecent exposure. Once I saw a pseudo-homeless man with his pants pulled down humping one of those green storage containers used to store salt at the Chestnut Hill T-stop, but I just kept moving.
In terms of the dead body, it was surreal. Many years ago, I woke up early one morning and had the bright idea of picking up my dry cleaning before going to work and as I walked down a Brighton side street something unusual entered my field of vision. First, I saw toes and feet and then legs lying on the ground, and my first thought was why would someone sunbathe near the sidewalk. Then, it registered, I was looking at a dead body. It was an elderly woman who had fallen from the balcony of her senior’s apartment complex. It was awful; she was in a nightgown and had fallen through trees. I ran to the dry cleaners, owned by Russians by the way, and called 911. Then I went back to wait near the body because I felt like I had to protect her until the cops showed up. It was sad.
Zara: I very much enjoy reporting crimes, naming names, and being a tattle-tale. I am known as the unofficial and self-proclaimed “neighborhood watchdog” in my apartment complex. Did the stigma associated with being a “snitch” influence your decision to make the call?
Andrea: It is well known that I am a law abiding citizen-- I have no traffic tickets, cross at cross walks and also am totally cavity free. Clearly reporting crimes is Important! If being a good citizen is being a snitch, then so be it!
Zara: Recently, I encouraged you to call 911 to report suspicious activity related to a bag of trash that was dropped off near your apartment by some maniac who drove off after the dump. Can you please expand on the details of the incident, your investigation, the phone call, and the aftermath?
Andrea: A couple weeks ago I watched from my bedroom window as a man drove around the corner with a black trash bag on the hood of his car. He stopped the car, got out and deposited the trash bag on the corner. I didn't think much about it until a few days later when a whole troop of Russian spies were identified and arrested. It became immediately clear to me that whatever was in that bag was probably suspect evidence. I made my friend Morgan rip open the bag and peer in while I watched from several feet away. She first said it was a carpet, then changed her mind and said linoleum. She couldn't see it, but I'm sure the linoleum was covered in blood. The next day I called 911 to report it. As far as I know the bag is still there.
Zara: Have you ever called 911 before? I have called many times to report crimes and personal annoyances such as: loud parties, finding a dead body, and most recently when I witnessed two cases of suspected rabid animal activity. Sometimes, I feel like Angela Lansbury’s iconic character, Jessica Fletcher. Do you think that I am actually surrounded by crime or are you of the school of thought that I am paranoid and apt to make mountains out of molehills?
Andrea: Mostly I call 911 to report on men who drop trou and show their penises. No one likes to see that. The most recent time was on the T and I said, "nuh uh. Pull your pants up!" And I alerted the nearest authority. Another time was on Nahant beach and another time was at the airport and another time was on Comm. Ave.
You are beautiful, smart and blonde-- an attractant to all manner of crime. How was it that there were so many murders in Cabot Cove? I think you need a cute bike with a basket to increase your territory. Tell more about the dead body!! I walk to work along the muddy river and pass by several homeless people daily. I dread the day I find one of the homeless people dead in that river.
Zara (follow-up): Yuck, somehow I never see that type of indecent exposure. Once I saw a pseudo-homeless man with his pants pulled down humping one of those green storage containers used to store salt at the Chestnut Hill T-stop, but I just kept moving.
In terms of the dead body, it was surreal. Many years ago, I woke up early one morning and had the bright idea of picking up my dry cleaning before going to work and as I walked down a Brighton side street something unusual entered my field of vision. First, I saw toes and feet and then legs lying on the ground, and my first thought was why would someone sunbathe near the sidewalk. Then, it registered, I was looking at a dead body. It was an elderly woman who had fallen from the balcony of her senior’s apartment complex. It was awful; she was in a nightgown and had fallen through trees. I ran to the dry cleaners, owned by Russians by the way, and called 911. Then I went back to wait near the body because I felt like I had to protect her until the cops showed up. It was sad.
Zara: I very much enjoy reporting crimes, naming names, and being a tattle-tale. I am known as the unofficial and self-proclaimed “neighborhood watchdog” in my apartment complex. Did the stigma associated with being a “snitch” influence your decision to make the call?
Andrea: It is well known that I am a law abiding citizen-- I have no traffic tickets, cross at cross walks and also am totally cavity free. Clearly reporting crimes is Important! If being a good citizen is being a snitch, then so be it!
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