lost in paradise

when my sabbatical - or life change, or whatever it is i'm doing - is over, i'm going to think back on my mornings.

granted, they aren't even usually in the morning. when you go to sleep at 3 or 4 am normally, then you wake up almost noon-ish. i get up, take my acidopholus, chug water, turn on the laptop, make myself a latte, and do my rounds of emails and blog checking and various putterings. i'm a younger girl version of my dad. he likes his routine. on weekends he gets up, makes coffee, starts making breakfast - muffins, scones, pancakes, what have you - gets the paper, maybe pokes around outside for a bit. we are two people who are going to be the best retirees ever. except that i have another 30 years to go.

it's funny how you can be so similar to a parent. when i first arrived at my cousin B's in hong kong, his wife, biann would watch me, and i thought maybe i had a booger or something in my teeth, or i had bad table manners. i think she was just observing, though, because later she would tell me several times over the course of those 6 weeks that A: i look exactly like my mother, and B: i act exactly like my father.

i like hearing this stuff. obviously, i love my parents, but i also really like them. i think they're generally good people, and i like how i was raised, and people tend to like my dad a lot, so i guess it's good that i act like him. although i entertain no notion that people like me as much as they like him. he's like alvin, people just see my dad, they might not even know him, and they think he's a cool, nice guy. people see me, and the general feedback i get is that they think i'm stuck up. c'est la vie. i am kinda stuck up. i'm ok with it.

me me me, and more me. isn't this my blog?

so today i need to get shit done. i need to design some tees, call the t-shirt printer dudes, and email more publications. yes! be productive! last night i headed to de la coast for sherry's wednesday socials and i had 2 beers with the free appetizers, then this vodka PR guy that throws parties sends over rounds of shots.

*groan*

shots! on a lovely wednesday evening outside on the terrace! i only had to do 2 rounds, then cyn sailed in with a gold taxi like a knight on a white horse and i was outta there. went home, ate more, and passed out sitting up next to my roommate, who was industriously working on her laptop.