Lolly Does Los Angeles
Shout out from LA! Holla! I'm lying back on my brother's couch, watching my dad, mom and eight-months-pregnant sister-in-law put togther a bassinet for my niece-to-be. There are many screws and mobile dangly animals and not-so-witty references to 'insert pole here' being bantered about. Yesterday's baby shower was fabulous...and I'm not just saying that because a) I threw it and b) someone made Sprinkles cupcakes and I was able to swipe the frosting off of one red velvet and two chocolate butter bombs. Poor Sarah (my preggers sissy-in-law) got asked --again -- if she's having twins. She is not and is no longer amused by the inquiry. Friday night we had a huge family dinner at an outdoor tratorria where I drank chianti and ate fava beans (ok, garbanzo beans) and then the entire place erupted in a giant sing along to That's Amore.
Last nite, following the shower, all of the parents and sibs reconvened at Jeff and Sarah's for wine and chatting. Withing three hours, their cat Tony was discovered with his whiskers covered in Tiger Lilly pollen. And guess what? Tiger Lillies are highly poisonous to cats. So off to the emergency vet he went, and where he now remains in kitty ICU, hooked up to an IV and being monitored for kidney failure. Meanwhile, those of us back at the house ate Indian food. (Insert renal failure joke here.) It was my first time eating Indian food and Lolly likey! We had naan, yogurt sauce, lentil something or other and tandori chicken. And more cupcakes.
My last little story comes courtesy of a wildly stoned college kid who my bro and I ran into while making a Vons run for Sierra Mist Free. This kid had eyes like a fiery sun and smelled like a skunk and was about to purchase a box of Franzia. He was behind us in line and just Would. Not. Shut. Up. He was blabbering a mile a minute - asking us if we liked Miley Cirus, inquiring as to our keg stand abilities, telling us about new research showing that Sprite Zero, with its artificial sweeteners, actually acts like the opposite of diet Sprite. He was high as a kite and I just looked at him and said, "My lord, you are all over the place!" At which point his fit-in-my-jeans-pocket-sized girlfriend walked up,kissed him and said, "It's his birthday tomorrow." So I asked, "Oh, really? What year?" As in, how old? But this dumb-ass kid yells out, so excited as he about his birthday, "1989!" And his girlfriend smacked him across the chest with the kind of A-game comedic timing that only comes with underage desperation for booze, shouting, "1986! 1986!" Alas, the cashier overheard the whole thing and removed the Franzia from the conveyer belt and my brother and I drove away cackling, leaving a pack of thirsty 19-year-olds in our parking lot dust.
I'm flying home all day Monday...will be back here (and on your blogs, too!) on Tuesday.
Hope you all had fabulous, kitty emergency-free weekends!
L
PS How depressing is it that kids born in 1989 are in college now, trying to score boxed wine?
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Haha, I was born in 1989 but how crazy is it the some of the freshmen are gonna be older than me? So much for being an upperclassman! lol
P.S. - Is the poor kitty ok?
The girlfriend saying 1986 is still cracking me up. Thanks for that! And thankfully, my two cats had an emergency free weekend. Mine don't go outside, but if they did, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't know what tiger lilly pollen looks like, so it's probably good they don't!
I'm now feeling very depressed. And very old. :-)
And thanks for the Tiger Lily tip, I had no idea. I have them...and a cat. Probably better yank out the lilies, because there's no hope of controlling the kitty, a/k/a Captain Psycho. :-(
V.
I love Indian food! The family next-door to me always have a massive pot of curry on the stove, my boyfriend and I are always hanging out of the window drooling at the delicious smells.
TA x
Your readers may be younger than you think. I was born in 1988. I just turned 20. Trust me, not all of us are drunk and stupid. haha. Thankfully =)
I am still awed by the fact than anyone born in the 80s can buy booze, but then I am an old fogey (born in '77, than you very much).
Hope the kitty is okay.
I LOVE Indian food. My favorite Indian restaurant in all the world is in LA. Now I would like some curry.
Ah, I was all set to ask a million math-related questions before I remembered that you crazy Americans have an over-21's law in place. Us Europeans are usually in our second stint of rehab by then...
oo, we must meet up if your in la!!! and as for Indian, Nizam in west LA my top pick! And it is kinda weird when i hear like eight your olds say they were born in 2000!
oo, we must meet up if your in la!!! and as for Indian, Nizam in west LA my top pick! And it is kinda weird when i hear like eight your olds say they were born in 2000!
Sounds like quite the exciting time! Lovelovelove Indian food. And cupcakes, of course:)
sometimes when I do school visits (elementary school) I like to FREAK EM OUT by telling them the year in which I was born.
lol! that cracked me up, he ruined his own pre-birthday booze!
(If i wasn't laughing so hard right now, I'd be crying over how old that makes me feel!)
Giggling too hard to type. That last story had me rolllling. Oh I love it. Probably made the whole cashier's night as well.
And your poor sis-in-law? I've NEVER understood why people think it's a good idea to ask questions like "are you having twins?"
Haha - great story!
Wasted kids can be pretty hilarious. Or annoying.
Oh my GOD am I old!!!
cool blog! Thanks for visiting mine :) I will be returning often!
The Bag Lady is old enough to be that kids' mother. Sigh. Thank God she isn't!!!!
Fun! Indian food is still a challenge....I like spicy yet curry hasn't worked. Yet!
