I've been Suzied Out!

We christened the Outdoor Living Room at Shelowski on Friday night with Amy & Mannix. Their week of pounding the hills in SF made them tired, broke and weary. So we fixed them a multi-course vegetarian extravaganza and had lots of wine out on the deck. It was a perfect relaxing ending to their hectic week. It always feels good to get together with someone you haven't seen in more than a year and pick up just where you left off. We were laughing all night and discussing the finer points of hip hop videos. I, for one, feel that Snoop Dog has jumped the shark with his new Justin Timberlake collabo, but Amy disagrees. Then again, this is a girl who gets all her new music from watching The OC and describes every other experience in her life by saying, "That was SO Sex and the City!"

Saturday was spent recovering and then getting our shit together for the double birthday BBQ over at Todd & Lauren's house. I woke up that day with a really sharp, biting pain in my neck/back that made it impossible for me to look to my right. I had to do a full body twist in order to look that way, so I kind of felt like Jason from Friday the 13th all day. Plus, I was eating a lentil stew sandwich thingy for lunch (at my favorite restaurant, which shall remain nameless for the sake of this post) and I bit into a rock! Real Hard. This is not the sensation you'd want to experience when you're feeling the remnants of hangover. It was not only hard & painful, but LOUD echoing of my skull. We cracked up after it happened because I was afraid to tell the waitress, thinking that she might assume I was riding on the finger-in-the-chilli wave. My name is Wendy after all. Plus, this was my FAVORITE place to eat, and even though there were rocks in my food, I really did enjoy the dish and I'd get it again. I'm sure whoever's job it was to pick through the lentils that morning was also feeling hungover and therein lies some shade of twisted karma.

A few years ago, we invented a phrase to describe the shenanigan of someone tricking you into eating a rock. It's called "Suzie You Out," and even though we can't quite remember the origin of this term, it's happened surprisingly frequently since we invented it. I still love that waitress, even if she got me on my own game.

Sunday was a true day of Spring for me. The weather was nice, but not fantastic, but I was energized by the simple fact that it was the first Sunday in months that we didn't have plans. I woke up early and hit all my favorite thrift stores--Community Thrift (no dressing room!), Thrift Town (I was there before it opened!), Mission Thrift (so funky), Goodwill (I am not dealing with the Vintage section hijacking), Out of the Closet (all clothes $1, store closing), Something Very Special (i resisted the $3 hot pink fishnets) and a few random dollar stores (wish i had been stoned). When I got home, I dragged my hon outta the bed and we had a very leisurely lunch on the sun-dappled deck at Progressive Grounds (best roasted eggplant lavash EVER) and listened to live bluegrass while reading the newspaper and sipping coffee. After that, she bought the skirt I longed for (I'm stealing it) at Cotton Basics, then we went home and watched a documentary about the Mission. This is the kind of day that makes me think about and obsess over the weekend all week long.