Archive for October, 2008

cheeeeeeeeese
October 27th, 2008

Guess what Simons and I did this weekend!
Nothing, that’s what. Poor lamb had to work every stinking day until nine o’clock. How much does that suck? We were supposed to go to Sonoma yesterday, lolling peaceably on a dappled picnic blanket with our friends, Matt and Helen, while Beulah made eyes at her boyfriend Stanley. […]

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Pumpkin Pie
October 22nd, 2008

It’s a bizarre fact that I have not ever made pumpkin pie, nor has it ever been served in my family on any occasion or holiday. Southerners are more pecan people. Our friend Jason came over for dinner and brought a store bought one, which, when topped with an avalanche of whipped cream, wasn’t half […]

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Aww, pumpkin!
October 21st, 2008

It’s been a virtual festival of pumpkins here at my house, ever since we went kippering (flipping like tiny fish) around Half Moon Bay. Last week, I made the universe’s most awesome pumpkin curry. Oh, and I have a feeling it would have been just as awesome without the chicken for all you vegetarians.

Pumpkin and […]

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If your feet hurt, it’s probably because you’re kicking so much ass.
October 20th, 2008

The Nike Women’s Marathon was amazing! Simons dropped me off on Post Street near Union Square at 6:30, and I galloped down the road towards the hazy lights and thronging cheering masses. I don’t know if you’ve ever run down the middle of a darkened city street with the tall buildings rising up to meet […]

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Autumn
October 16th, 2008

The air here is so bright and crisp, it’s clear and a million. This is the time of year that inspired everyone to move to San Francisco in the first place. It’s a time for sunny days and romping dogs and hoola hoops. Yes, hoola hoops. And love.

It’s time for engagements and parties in the […]

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Dear Friends with Babies,
October 7th, 2008

This letter is not meant to hurt you. Instead, consider this a brief manual on how to deal with childless friends.
Please, no matter how entertaining you may find it, do not show us pictures of your baby’s poop. Whether it be on the floor, on your husband’s arm, on the dog’s head, it’s really only […]

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Here are the things I want to share with you, my friends
October 6th, 2008

1. My friend Lese Corrigan, a sage and artiste, pulled me aside at one of my engagement soirees, and told me a story about what marriage is like:
“A little old man and his little old wife had been married for 50 years, and every morning he would go downstairs first thing and make her […]

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