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Norway nights

Kyle’s cousin from Norway is visiting, so even though I’ve been working for most of her time in LA, I managed to join up for dinner and drinks the other night. We got drinks at The Misfit (rapidly climbing the charts in favorite Santa Monica bar/restaurants).  The above is a Gin Fizz – minus egg whites which are apparently a normal component of the drink?  Weird.  The drink was delightful, but got me kinda wasted.  I’m so pathetic.  It takes nothing to get me drunk nowadays.  Fortunately we were off to dinner after that. Stopped… Read more >

Just add Sabra

To know me is to know I love hummus.  I mean really.  Even my coworkers (who don’t know jack diddley about me) know that I’m a chickpea connoisseur.  So how excited was I to get this in the mail?!?   SO EXCITED!  Naturally, I already had Sabra in the fridge because it’s the best.  And you can buy it in bulk at Costco.  I try to be rational when I’m in the super store, but when I see rows and rows of family sized tubs something happens to me.  I can’t explain it.  We almost… Read more >

Happy Fourth!

I’m working today, but I plan to join up with Kyle and friends as soon as I’m outta the hospital.  I may shower first.  But it depends on how many patients poop on me today…too graphic?  My bad. In the meantime, I thought it would be fun to take a trip down memory lane.  Can you believe one year ago today I was drinking away my singledom at my bachelorette party in Las Vegas?!?!   It was definitely one of the best weekends of my life.  At least I think it was.  My memory isn’t… Read more >

A whirlwind work weekend

I’d try to label these meals, but since I’m still on a bizarre night shift schedule breakfast is dinner, dinner is lunch, up is down, left is right…who knows…time is irrelevant in my life now.  I’m not really normal anymore. I made a PB & AB sando.  Yeah, skip the jelly, my sandwich was all about nutbutters.  I ate some straight outta the jar too.  I have no shame.  I just sat on my butt, spoon, jar, spoon, jar, spoon…you get it.  It occurred to me (after slowly licking 1/2 cup of nut butter) that… Read more >

French Open Fever [part 2]

This is a continuation of my previous Roland Garros post.   Novak…on a roll… John McEnroe and Mary Carillo! Isn’t it cute that they were childhood friends, then both became tennis studs, and now they are co-sports announcers?  After Djokovic and Del Potro were done I went to survey the stadium’s food situation. I wasn’t hungry for lunch yet, so I was scoping out the snack options.  I ended up buying some fruit (really the only vegan choice aside from raw carrot sticks and applesauce), which cost me half my monthly paycheck.    Roland Garros… Read more >