GOOD

Spamalot=GOOD

Went and saw it last night. Almost bought Wheezy some souvenir coconuts so we could play "foley artist," but decided not to buy her more random useless crap.

The Inside Man=GOOD

Saw that tonight. Have to admit, I've never actually seen a spike lee movie...might have to have Wheezy curate a spike lee marathon for me.

Two nights out in a row. Even stayed out late enough to find almost nothing to eat. Thankfully Anna's was still open for fifteen minutes, just enough time to eat three tacos, even had time to chew thoroughly.

Blueprint

I'm such a sucker for pretty magazines. I signed up for the preview issue of Blueprint, the latest Martha Stewart publication. I was so excited, I almost forked over $18 for the entire year not having seen the magazine. From what I can glean from the advertising, it looks like a younger hipper version of Living. I wonder if I can trade in my Living subscription for Blueprint. I do love Living, but there are only so many gardening issues. I've only seen the cover of Blueprint, but I have a feeling it's cooler than Living.

Spring Cleaning at the Zakun's

MGDub would be so proud of us for thoroughly cleaning and methodically decluttering our apartment. I was in Seattle two weekends ago and when I got home, I was shocked and dismayed to see the contents of our entire office in our living room. The following is a reconstructed conversation:

plasticann: Hi Adam, I'm home...[looking around the living room]...wha' happened?
Adam: I decided to clean the office while you were away.
plasticann: Were you bored?
Adam: Yeah! I couldn't watch TV since I gave it up for lent. I thought about going out, but I didn't. I've been wanting to clean the office for a while, but you're always in there studying. [plasticann is very studious indeed]
plasticann: Wow, I can't believe you spent the whole weekend cleaning. Maybe next week I should clean the bedroom while you're away. Then I could get rid of all of your clothes.

Clean the bedroom I did this weekend and boy did I declutter Adam's wardrobe. Our closets have never looked this good. I even purchased closet organizational tools. That's borderline out of character.

Tofu Sandwich

One of my favorite cheap eats is the Vietnamese Sub Sandwich. Fresh crisp fresh bread, cold cuts, pickled radishes, onions, carrots, cucumber and cilantro. I always get the traditional cold cut sandwiches and I've learned never to ask or think about what exactly are in the cold cuts. However, the other day, I bought some Tofu sandwiches for the vegetarians in our Wednesday night bible study and I've discovered a new favorite. The tofu is truely delightful and much less dubious. Fried tofu marinated in a sauce with all the fixins. I'm going vegetarian next time I get a Vietnamese Sub.

Pooh Beer

My friends and I were working on a assignment on Coors beer this week when the following reconstructed conversation occured:

plasticann: [really striving to think of a beer she enjoyed] I'm not a huge beer drinker, but I did have this honey ale once at John Harvard's that I really enjoyed.
Zurt: [graciously] That's kind of a sophisticated beer.
Zeff: It's not exactly macho.
Zurt: Well, I didn't say honey ale was manly.
Zing Zing: It's like Pooh Beer!
plasticann: Pooh Beer?
Zing Zing: Honey ale, it's the kind of beer Pooh Bear would drink.

Zing Zing had a great point. I'll bet Pooh Bear, if he was of age and actually real, would enjoy the honey ale. It's less sticky than a honey pot, but a tasty treat.

PIE

We talk about PIE a lot in my strategy class. While PIE stands for "Potential Industry Earnings," everytime someone says PIE, I think of pie. When I'm hungry for something savory, it's pizza pie and when I have a sweet tooth, I'm thinking about dessert pie. Fortunately, the reverse association doesn't occur. I don't think of Potential Industry Earnings while I'm eating pie of any sort.

Commie Peasant Shoes

These shoes were featured in the nytimes and they just crack me up. I wouldn't be surprised if they became the new "Ugg." They're these wool/rubber peasant shoes. They're so utilitarian and low maintenance, there's no "right or left" shoe. All I can say to that is "chiral," a concept my buddy Corinna taught me. If you want a shorter boot, no problem, just cut it with an x-acto knife. It's extremely do it yourself, but oddly intriguing. Are the fashionistas going to soon be stomping around in peasant shoes? You never know!

Tiny Boxes

Adam and I were munching on som Girl Scout cookies last night when I was reminded of how plasticmom used to reconfigure cardboard cookie boxes into smaller reclosable boxes with a few snips of her scissors. She'd do the same with cereal boxes, but Girl Scout cookie boxes were special because they were more aesthetically pleasing and wicked cute. She used to pack my squishable lunch items in these little boxes to protect my lunch so Adam packed me some delicious grapes in my little box and I quite enjoyed them.

More "Burritos"

Adam made these amazing quesadillas last weekend, sausage, sauteed onions and spinich. With that in mind, I was super excited to see we were having quesadillas for dinner tonight. The following is a reconstructed conversation:

plasticann: Yeah, I love those quesadilla!
Adam: Well, they're not the ones I made last weekend. Try it!
plasticann: [Takes a bite and starts cracking up.]
Adam: What? Do you like them?
plasticann: They taste like curry, I can't believe you put the leftover curried chicken and rice in a quesadilla.
Adam: Isn't it good? I put the curried rice in with a little bit of cheese.
plasticann: It is actually pretty good, but I'm starving.

There you have it, a new creation "Curry Quesadillas."

Tutus

The following reconstructed conversation occurred this morning when I ran into Steve at school:

plasticann: Hey, you're all dressed up today. Where are you going?
Steve: [dressed up] I'm going to the Boston Ballet, I have to leave soon.
plasticann: What are you doing there? Are you dancing?
Steve: Yeah, I'm wearing a tutu underneath.

Contrary Advice

MGDub says that she would have advised me otherwise in the whole "to preserve or not to preserve" wedding dress debacle. She also mentioned that GJDubya would be appalled.

Laundry

After eight months, I finally dropped off my wedding dress for cleaning. I was intent on just getting the dress cleaned and not "preserved," so our nonexistent future offspring could play dress up with it. Fortunately, Wheezy was kind enough to accompany me downtown. The following is a reconstructed conversation:

plasticann: Hi, I'd like to get my dress cleaned. I just want to keep the dress for my kids to play dress up in. Can you tell me the difference between cleaning and preserving?
Saleslady: Well, dresses that aren't preserved turn yellow. By the time you have kids and they're old enough to play dress up, your dress might turn yellow. If you want to keep the dress ivory or white, you'll want to preserve it.
plasticann: Hmmm. Wheezy, what do you think?
Wheezy: Umm
plasticann: I don't know, it's not that much more to preserve it.
Wheezy: [Whispering] I think you should just get it cleaned, I don't think it really matters, but it's not that much more.
plasticann: ...I'm going to stick with cleaning.
Saleslady: OK, where's the dress?
plasticann: [pulling out the dress from a totebag] It's right here.
Saleslady: Wow, I can't believe you were able to fit the dress in that totebag.
plasticann: Well, I had to stuff it in. I figured it was getting cleaned and pressed so it wouldn't matter if I stuffed the dress in a bag.
Wheezy: [laughing]I don't think you care enough about the dress for preservation. You did cram it in a bag.
plasticann: I guess your right, cleaning is good enough.

As we were leaving, I realized how stuffing a dress in a bag might seem like blasphemy for the folks at the bridal salon, the house of wedding gown worship. Wheezy and I decided that the only thing worse was if we had brought the dress stuffed in a black trash bag with a bucket of fried chicken and jelly doughnuts mixed in. If only we had planned ahead, we really could have milked the situation and really mortified the salesladies.