Earlier this evening my boyfriend's daughter caught me dumping the excess sugar from the bottom of a sixteen-ounce bag of Sour Patch Kids partly into my mouth and partly down my shirt and now she won't stop calling me Sour Patch Corey.
Today began with a text message conversation in bed and show tunes in the shower and ended on top of the covers with my chin on a stack of pillows in front of my 11-inch MacBook Air. In between, I did these things:
Trimmed my fingernails
Tried on (and discarded) two navy blue sweaters
Wet-sneezed into my elbow on the N
Finished "Fangirl" on a bench at 2nd and King Station
Ate a banana
Spent $76.32 at The Container Store
Ate sushi (avocado rolls)
Ate crackers (gluten free, Say Cheese!)
Screened a phone call
Shopped for chairs at CB2
Spent $41.36 at The Container Store
Ate Lay's Oven Baked Original Potato Crisps
Ate string cheese
Rode the 30 to Market Street
Rode the F to City Hall
Waited in the wrong line at the Nourse Theater
Exchanged text messages with my brother Bryan
Watched Lena Dunham read from her book "Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's "Learned""
Discussed Lena Dunham's use of the word "amazing"
Picked at a blemish on my face
Ate chips and guacamole
Watched "Modern Family"
Ate frozen pizza (gluten free, pepperoni)
Watched "Manhattan Love Story"
Washed my face
Listened to "Breathe Again"
Read the introduction to Lena Dunham's book "Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's "Learned""
Put in my retainers
Spilled water on the floor next to my bed
Took off my socks
When I develop skills as a writer and undoubtedly begin covering a boundless spectrum of profound-er topics, these lists will stop. Until then, I apologize. Also, whatevs.
In chronological order.
Edited a blog post (not my own)
Made my bed
Picked up five Magic Mice and five Magic Trackpads from the Apple Store on Stockton Street
Ran into a former co-worker on the T
Drank a bottle of orange juice (ten ounces)
Went to a meeting
Ate mixed nuts out of a coffee mug
Called my parents
Ate a salad (arugula and spinach topped with black olives, mozzarella cheese, red peppers and sesame soy dressing)
Discussed the price of wedding dresses
Toured my company CEO's penthouse loft
Ate yogurt (blueberry)
Got hit in the hand with a Nerf dart
Witnessed, from the window of the 30 bus, a very intoxicated San Francisco Giants fan pouring a bottle of water on the head of an unsuspecting pedestrian
Smuggled a Slurpee into Powell Street Station in my backpack
Watched a man with a ponytail punch a man in a business suit for not making room for him on an outbound N train
Purchased “Adventureland,” “Lost In Translation” and “Under the Tuscan Sun” on DVD for $8.93 from a record store that was once a bowling alley
Turned down two separate offers to purchase marijuana
Conversed with a current resident of The Grateful Dead House whilst standing in front of The Grateful Dead House
Discussed Lena Dunham
Ate Mexican street food in the Haight with Tommy
Discussed European Grindr hookups
Took a Lyft Line with two complete, and completely nice, strangers
Listened to Bevan read (part of) “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” to Sidney
Ate a vodka-soaked Sour Patch Kid (blue)
Cut up a watermelon
Listened to Starship's "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now"
Took off my socks
Bevan, Sidney and I donned swank duds and snagged a Lyft to City Hall earlier this evening to attend the wedding of Mark and Michael, two of Bevan's closest friends. Because Mark is Jewish and Michael is not the wedding ceremony (which Bevan officiated and Sid ring bearer-ed) was half-Jewish and half something else and included singing, the holding aloft of a blanket by four wooden branches and the stomping and subsequent breaking of glassware. Immediately following the groom kiss, all 75 or so attendees gathered in the Mayor's chambers for a champagne toast before heading to dinner at the happy couple's crib in Nob Hill.