*Proudly oversharing since 2004
So… I’m interviewing Davis from The Real World – Denver tomorrow night.
Any questions that you’d like answered? I’ll ask anything, I swear.
I mean, this is the kid that broke up Lance Bass and Reichen Lehmkul. I am not passing up any opportunities to get the scoop.
Perez linked to me once. Let’s see if we can make it happen again.
Post your questions… NOW!
Sure, Sarah Silverman would kick my ass. But I love him. Purr…
Time for a midly (yes, midly, not mildly) drunken post! Woot!
So in my short, three year span of life in Wichita, I’ve managed to make some pretty awesome friends. Including the owner of a liquor store. Yes, you read that correctly. The Owner of a Liquor Store. His name is Paul and he sent out an email to his peeps (yes, peeps) with a list of discontinued wines that are heavily discounted. Of course, I scoped out every Sauvignon Blanc (I really should start drinking something else. Maybe a nice Pino Grigio for the summer?) and asked him to order me up a bottle of each. Let’s face it, I cannot resist a sale. A wine sale? Pshaw! Like I’m turning that sh*t down?
So I picked up my three bottle bounty (yes, bounty) and what do I find? They taste like ass so far. Really. I see why they’re discontinued. This is not the joyous New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc treat that I was expecting. This is ass in a bottle.
But, because I’m dedicated, I will drink on. Drink on, dear readers! I am on bottle two and expect that I will uncork (or untwist that handy little screwtop cap) bottle three on Friday.
You’d all be happy to know that I am planning a wine tasting event for my sorority alumnae group. And who better to be at the helm of such an occasion?! I mean, really….
Thirty-two bottles (ok, that’s a rough estimate) of Sauvignon Blanc down… many more to go….
Look what I found today at Target:
Flippin’ sweet.
I somehow found myself spending two hours playing the World Series of Pop Culture online, thanks to VH1. It’s perfect for someone who once came in second on a PAX network game show and ended up with an embarrassing fifteen minutes of national television time AND a six CD set of Classic Rock Hits courtesy of Time-Life.
Check it out here if you’re so inclined.
I am so frustrated.
It kinda falls into three categories:
1. The Crush
2. Work
3. Everything else.
I wish I could go into details on all of this, but I can’t. So there ya go. A lame ass post about nothing because I can’t talk about it.
People who do not observe the social norm also known as “the buffer zone.”
Example #1: If there are three stalls in, say, your workplace restroom and you take the first one because, hello, everyone knows that it’s the least germy, should someone enter after you, they should always take the stall on the end, thus allowing the middle stall to serve as the buffer zone. This allows for what little semblance of privacy remains when sitting in a room with another human while your pants and undies are around your ankles.
Example #2: Should a movie theater be nearly empty and you happen to be sitting in the back row near the middle, the next patrons to enter should, under absolutely no circumstances, sit directly next to or in front of you. Furthermore, as the theater fills up, there should be at least one seat between you and and a patron with whom you have no relationship whatsoever.
Hello, social norms. Observe them.
The Nice Guy: His last name was Kay, which made me leery because, really, Shea Kay just sounds ridiculous. He was a pretty successful film guy. Owned a home in LA (an amazing feat for someone under 30) and took me out on lots of dates. Like, LOTS of dates. Our relationship was just a long succession of dates. The poor guy had lots of physical ailments while we were together – asthma attacks, bloody noses, diarrhea (this one is just a guess, but I’m pretty confident based on the noises coming from his stomach that I could hear from THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CAR). Current status: Still single. Still asthmatic. Still nice.
The Air Force Guy: Took me out on two dates and then it suddenly turned into fatal attraction. I had just found out that I got the job in LA and was moving in, oh, three days. He freaked out. You would have thought we’d been dating for years. I told him about the move over salads at Pluto’s in Davis. He looked like he might cry. He called me for awhile after that. I never answered. Weirdest thing about the guy – he had photos from his trips overseas, only every photo was just of him. Him standing in front of some monument. Him eating dinner. Him drinking a beer. Hello, disturbing. Current status: Crazy.
The Computer Geek: Now, I love me some geek. Let’s get that straightened out first. But I suddenly developed a crush on a geeky co-worker and the next thing you knew, he was crushing on me. Aside from several random kisses and a quasi-date, it never really went anywhere. But I think that was probably a good thing because a) he is the most forgetful human being on the planet and b) he does laundry like once every three months. Stinky and forgetful don’t really do it for me. Current status: Still friends.
The Gay Straight Man: Ever watch Sex & The City? Remember when Charlotte starts to date her friend that she had always assumed was gay? He was a pastry chef and about fainted while making her breakfast when a rat darted across the kitchen floor. It was he who jumped up on a chair and started screaming, not Charlotte. And it ended. This was pretty much the same scenario with The Gay Straight Man except he wasn’t a pastry chef and there wasn’t a rat involved. Current status: Still straight. Still assumed to be gay.
The Neighbor Guy: I had just moved into the West Hollywood apartment that I was sharing with a definitely gay man when our neighbor down the hall began hitting on me. I was single and new to the city and he and his friends took me under their wing. One night, we hit up Barney’s Beanery on Santa Monica Blvd. with him and his friends dressed up as faux-British rockers (you had to see it to believe it) and I was their groupie. I wore a boa. I can’t remember why that was a good idea. Nonetheless, we sorta had a brief thing and then it fizzled out. Mostly because he spent a good deal of his time with a bong attached to his face, playing Yahtzee and watching stupid movies. Um, no thanks. I like my men with brain cells. And I really hate Yahtzee. Too much math. Current status: Still high.
My sister (aka Big Sis) sent this to me as an email forward. Instead of forwarding it, I decided to post it and y’all can do the same on your respective blogs, the comments, or send an email to shea@b5media.com. See – fun for everyone!.
Four jobs I’ve had:
1. Veterinary Tech
2. Office Manager for a yacht broker
3. Nordstrom Sales Associate
4. Counter girl at an ice cream/gourmet coffee shop
Four places I have lived:
1. Santa Cruz,CA
2. West Hollywood, CA
3. Rocklin, CA
4. Pleasanton, CA
Four Places I’ve been on vacation:
1. New York City
2. Vancouver
3. The Bahamas
4. Seattle
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Sushi
2. Hummus & pita
3. Margherita pizza
4. Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf Vanilla Ice Blended (does that count?)
Four places I would rather be:
1. Napping
2. Boulder, CO
3. The Italian Riviera
4. On a Barefoot Windjammer cruise with Linda B.
All right, y’all – get busy making your own lil’ list!
Only I could douse my body with insect repellant and still get eaten alive by mosquitoes.
Also, I saw lightening bugs tonight! Growing up in the Bay Area, I never saw a lightening bug. We didn’t have the opportunity to catch them in jars or whatever. However, my sister, Ashley, and I used to catch worms after it rained.
And finally, my pal Jenelle sent me an email letting me know that she was cleaning house and found a bunch of things that I was welcome to take because they reminded her of me:
If this is what one thinks of when they think of me, I must be making quite the impression. One of a mildly drunk girl who has lovely smelling hair and drives a dirty car.
I love it.
Insalata Caprese is one of my favorite salads ever. It’s beautiful (tricolore – meaning it has all of the colors of the Italian flag), easy to make and so very summery. I put my chef hat on this evening and got busy:
In case you were interested, the ingredients are simple: high quality tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, fresh basil, good olive oil and freshly ground sea salt and pepper to taste. Easy and yummy.
Even better, pair it with a glass of wine. Because I’m still on my quest to drink every Sauvignon Blanc at the liquor store, I chose to pop open this fantastic 2006 White Haven Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc (about $18). It’s one of my all time faves. If you like a light, crisp and slightly dry white wine, this is a great bottle. I highly recommend picking a Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand because they tend to be a bit fruitier and easier to drink than anything from Napa, Chile, Washington or California’s Central Coast. Though I’ll feature a few from the other regions throughout the next week or so because wine at the liquor store today was 30% off (I love Sunday liquor sales) and y’all know I can’t resist a good bargain. So I stocked up.
And thus concludes another edition of A California Girl in the Kitchen. Bon appetit!
According to Perez Hilton (whom I love sometimes and hate other times, but mostly love since he did link to my Spencer/Heidi interview, thus causing 6 b5 Media servers to crash. That’s validation for a lil’ ol blogger like me. Anyway, I digress…) none other than Britney Spears showed up for church at Bel Air Presbyterian. Which I totally went to when I lived in LA. The only “celebs” that I ever saw there were a couple from The Amazing Race. I feel gypped.
By the way, I totally had to look up how to spell “gypped.”
Bluetooth headsets that appear to be permanently attached to one’s head. Hello, pretentious.
An attempt to put Sunday alcohol sales at liquor and convenience stores to a citywide vote failed Thursday, allowing dozens of Wichita stores to immediately start selling all week long.Alcohol sales will now be legal from noon to 8 p.m. on Sundays and many legal holidays. Stores still cannot sell on Easter, Christmas or Thanksgiving.
For many liquor stores, that will mean hiring extra workers to cover more shifts because owners feel they have to be open when their competition is.
But some also hope it will mean more sales and fewer people driving outside the city limits to spend money on Sunday suds.
“It’s good for the customers, it’s good for Wichita,” said Ron Groves, a vocal proponent of Sunday sales and owner of Groves Discount Wine & Liquor.
Sedgwick County elections officials rejected 40 percent of the 8,171 petition signatures that Sunday sales opponent Wade Moore submitted.
Moore, the pastor of Christian Faith Centre, needed 6,701 valid signatures, but only 4,200 turned out to be valid. Elections Commissioner Bill Gale said the rest were from people who don’t live in Wichita (including one person from Alabama), weren’t registered voters or contained discrepancies between voter registration information and what was on the petition.
Although Moore voiced confidence throughout the petition drive, he said he wasn’t surprised it failed in the end.
“We did everything that we were supposed to do,” he said. “I just wish more people had gotten out and gotten behind it.” Now that the petition is dead, some are already looking at the next step: allowing convenience stores to sell the same strength beer as liquor stores.
Convenience stores can sell only beer with a maximum alcohol content of 3.2 percent by weight. Past attempts to change that in the Legislature have failed.
Mike Thornbrugh, a spokesman for QuikTrip, said there’s little difference between the 3.2 percent beer sold at gas stations and grocery stores and the domestic beers sold at liquor stores.
“It’s just a great myth that everybody’s bought into,” he said.
The difference between convenience store beverages and those in a liquor store are almost impossible to gauge, said Phillip Bradley, executive director of the Kansas Licensed Beverage Association, a professional group composed of mostly on-premise retailers such as hotels, restaurants and bars.
While most beers’ alcohol content is based on maximum percent per volume, Kansas convenience stores must get beer measured by weight.
Since alcohol content can vary and alcohol weighs less than most other substances, there’s no true way to compare the two, Bradley said.
That, combined with differences in tax structures and licensing, have fatally complicated several attempts to change the law through the years.
Also, since Kansas liquor stores can’t sell anything but alcoholic beverages, letting convenience stores sell the same cereal malt beverages opens the question of whether liquor stores should be able to sell other items.
“It is a terrible mess,” Bradley said. “That’s probably why it won’t be resolved anytime soon.”
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