A New Trend?

So, I'm walking down the street the other day and this guy stops me and says, "Honey, you better work that outfit." I think he meant that he liked my shoes. Anyway, I turn, hoping to be able to return the compliment, but soon realize that I can't. Something about me won't let me compliment an outfit consisting of black snowpants, a navy blue blazer (with the collar turned up), and a large seemingly stained-glass earring.

Love them, don't shoot them

Yes, they're strange, a bit intriguing, oddly fascinated with wild animals, but why would anyone want to do them harm (except, maybe, for the wild animals)? It recently came to my attention (thanks to my awesome book club) that a former NFL kicker wants Siegfried and Roy dead. He apparently would also be happy if they were just to leave the country (See shouts from white minivan as shots were fired at the home of Siegfried Fishbacher and Roy Horn on September 21, 2004). Don't you think they've suffered enough? Way to kick them while they're down Cole Murdoch Ford, former kicker for the Oakland Raiders. You may be crazy, but that doesn't mean you should also be insensitive.

Are you My Missed Connection?

So, I'm a little obsessed. OK, quite a bit obsessed with the missed connections section on Craigslist. I don't know what it is. It's not like I think I'm going to meet my future husband through a website after making eye contact with him on the N-Judah (for the record, I've already met my future husband, he just hasn't realized our destiny yet). It would just be nice to be noticed by some slightly stalkerish figure who thinks he is going to meet his future wife through a website after making eye contact with her on the N-Judah. I understand that most of the people who get noticed are wearing superhero costumes or some other loud thing that I would never be caught dead in, but still I try. How, you ask...first, smiling at people. A lot of people don't smile at strangers. I do naturally, but I now make a point of it in case someone writes about the cute woman who smiled at them while walking down Market Street in the Financial District. Second, I lend a helping hand. Another thing I am prone to do, but when done with a smile, you'd think someone would be moved to posting. Finally, I try to wear one distinctive piece of clothing, not over the top, but a cute striped scarf or an adorable hat...just something, so that describing me on the internet is a little easier. Unfortunately, it's all for naught because try as I may, I still am no one's missed connection.

Four more years with the monkey

Unfortunately, on November 2, 2004 democrats around the world learned that we're better off if we don't get out the vote. Now that the votes have been counted (some more than others), we are left to ponder just what went wrong. How could everything seem to go so right, and still, we get our asses handed to us? How?

As upset as I am about the outcome of this election, I realize now that I am taking it much better than some. I can only imagine where this country will end up in four years when W no longer has to worry about reelection.

Perhaps I should go back to focusing on something a bit more manageable; what really happened with Roy and his tiger...a mystery for the ages.

What's your name again?

I learned a valuable lesson this past weekend...reunions suck.

Sure, its probably the only opportunity to find out what's going on with the people you lived with freshman year, but didn't talk to much after that, but, really, why start communications now. Its also that time when people really want to show off where they are in life. I hate talking about what I do, what I've done, and frankly, I have no clue where I am in life.

How many conversations began like this:

Other random alum: Renee, right?
Renee: Yea! So good to see you!
ORA: Yea, what are you doing now?
Renee: Oh...I'm an attorney.
ORA: Oh.

Renee: So, how have you been?

One person actually said, "Oh...were you even pre-law in college?"
What the hell does that mean?

Another popular conversation went much like this:

Renee: Oh my gosh! How are you?
ORA: I'm (engaged, married, pregnant)!
Renee: Great! Congratulations!

I can only assume that being engaged, married, or pregnant is a state of mind much like happy, sad, or hating life.

At the end of the day, all I really wanted was a chance for all of my friends to get together...to see the people I loved in college and have a chance to catch up. Instead, I spent a lot of time explaining to people who don't know my last name how I, the ex-president of the community service organization, became a corporate lawyer or talking to people whose names I can't remember about their recent trips to California. If I went five years without hearing how you're doing, that might be a sign.

Someone remind me of this when the 10 year rolls around.