A Guy Like Eddie
June 3rd, 2006 by Julie Silver
Hey! This is Eddie. He is my main man number one in the galaxy guy!! At The House of Yes, we sing his praises all day and night. And you should taste his Rosh Hashana Ribs!!!
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Archive for June, 2006
Bach, Brazilian BBQ, and Bar Mitzvahs
June 1st, 2006 by Julie Silver
This is an OLD post.
Lovely day in Southern California. Sarah has been playing with chalk today, and is presently napping. I had a good long run this morning–all over Santa Monica. Mary finished her taping season so she has more daylight hours to spend with the girl. I am listening to Bach double concierto (perlman and stern) in F Minor. Life is sweet.
In other news: Henry Connelly took the family to Green Field, a Churrascaria in West Covina for his 19th birthday. It’s not every day when a young man turns 19, and the occasion truly called for an insane amount of meat consumption. We took a little field trip on the way to the restaurant and got a chance to drive around downtown LA, see the REAL SKID ROW, almost rear end Gretchen and Chris, and then quietly thank God we chose to fill up the tank with gas just before the trip began. FYI–West Covina though not an uninteresting place to visit, is not the only place that serves Brazilian BBQ. Turns out they’re all over the place! Sarah loved the buffet, though, and just watching her with Aunt Gretchen makes the evening even more amazing. Gabriel hit the wall after eating just about every kind of meat offered, but took a “walk” and came back for more like a real champ. Those Connelly Boys can pack it in! Watching Henry Connelly eat is like staring at sculpture. On the surface, it is what it is. But a closer, extended look exposes details that give life and depth to the subject. It’s art, just watching him eat a plate of rice and beans. True dat the birthday boy plays a little peek-a-boo game with Sarah that is almost as cute as his poster/slogan when he ran for Senior Class President at Crossroads.
Post Yoga Stress Disorder
June 1st, 2006 by Julie Silver
I was just in line at my favorite cafe on Montana, La Dolce Vita, waiting to order an iced chai tea latte, when all hell broke loose.
A young woman was waiting for her order, a tuna sandwich and a toasted plain bagel with cream cheese, when she noticed the parking violations truck pull up alongside her Jeep. Flip flops flapping, she ran out the door, dropping her yoga mat on the way, but arrived at her illegally parked car just two seconds too late. The ticket was being written! The fact that she had parked her car in the RED ZONE and not at a meter didn’t seem to matter to her as she cursed at the parking officer, came back to the cafe, rolled up her yoga mat and ranted on about how “fucked up” it was that she was being given a ticket. Clearly, her namastee had been severely harshed.
(As an aside, the tickets for parking in the red zone are huge. You’re essentially parking in the most important spot on the street in case of emergency. It’s one thing to let your meter expire, but it’s another to park in the RED ZONE.)
Meanwhile, she started in on the poor guy behind the counter. “Where’s my sandwich? It’s taking too long!” As if the guy at the cash register should offer to pay her parking ticket. I can only imagine what would have happened to this woman had she NOT just attended Yoga class.
Try the Iced Chai Tea Lattes with vanilla–as Garber would say, they’re “Yumbo!”
Mission Impossible 3? Really?
June 1st, 2006 by Julie Silver
Mary wanted to go so we went. It was awesome. Great popcorn, too!
Cell Phones and Mascara
June 1st, 2006 by Julie Silver
People in Santa Monica drive like they’re talking on cell phones and applying mascara. Wait a minute. They ARE talking on cell phones and applying mascara. Just walk down Montana Avenue any time of day. People do not pay attention to the road signs, to pedestrians, to other drivers. And the worst, the absolute worst, is walking on the South side of San Vicente and heading WEST toward the water. NO ONE looks to the right before turning right onto the street. Drivers just do not care. The road is packed with skinny, lycra clad racing bikers who need only to be tapped by a Razor Scooter to get thrown off their bikes, and no one drives the speed limit.
I used to think I had rights as a pedestrian. When there was a stop sign or a red light, I could cross with ease and know that drivers would obey the law. Forget about it. In my early years as a Santa Monica resident, finding out the hard way how people choose to just breeze through the stop signs, I would wave my arms and yell, “Hello!! I’m crossing!!. That didn’t do anything because everyone’s on a cellphone and/or applying mascara. Even the women. They are shocked to learn after the fact that a pedestrian was waiting to cross. And you know how those pedestrians just come out of nowhere.
So now, I just stand there watching drivers completely blow through the stop signs, turn right onto San Vicente, and when they invariably notice me standing there with a disappointed look on my face, pointing to the stop sign and motioning to them “WHY?”, I see a glimpse of a brake light and a “deer in the headlights” look in their rearview mirror. Look both ways before crossing the street used to be something you learned as a kid, and then applied it to driving as you got older. Clearly, cracking down on drivers who roll through stop signs and turn right on red with no regard for pedestrians is in order.