Breaking the unintentional blogging sabbatical.

When you don't post every day, it so easily turns into one of those "here's what I've been up to" blurbs. It's a bit like catching up with an old friend over designer coffee/Philippes/you name it. So here's my catch up.

Hollywood Bowl. Went from "never been there" to "been there twice now".
Night One: Carlos Santana, Andre Watts, the way too far away Blue Man Group, the "meanest nun ever" who comforted me while pouring Diet Barq's on me, the leaping spiders that were so big, they had to have eaten all of the other ones, the funny but sad couple in front of us, the drunk girls next to the drunk girls (us), the hot guy w/ the overly-prissy girlfriend, the rehearsed line to make me sound so cool on the phone, and the priceless mother/son moment on the bus ride home.
Night Two: Sergio Mendes and a whole lot of one-song guests, the utterly hilarious ballad mid-show (when I figure out how to link to vidoe, I will), the 11.99 but utterly awesome red, and the seizure-inducing light show tumblers.

Palo Alto, California. Spent a nice couple of days up at the Sheraton for a meeting at the Carnegie Foundation. Gorgeous building... if educators can't be productive there, they can't be productive anywhere. Perhaps the "dish hike" could be some inspiration for others. I was, as usual, the youngest person there by a decade, and yes, it's still funny to be "carded" at the champagne reception by no less than the foundation president. Caught Mell for some quality bff time between work and a night that led to a morning IM (haha), and will have to use the lovely luggage tag for my next bay area trip. Did some Santana Row shopping with Wendy and Shirley after a light Italian lunch on a bright afternoon with a not-so-bright waiter.

Game night, Southern California. Sapporo cans! Tim and I make quite the Apples to Apples team. Even if others don't think bats are loud nor chickens spontaneous. And the girls ALWAYS win at Taboo. It's a well-documented gender difference, along with planning, eating, lying, and peeing while sitting. And 45 miles north, another game night was going on. This one not as fun with a Ryan-clone manning the game cards. Poor things.

So what the hell does "dressing on the side" mean to the rest of you?