Daily Update

It was the worst and most frustrating trip to Costco EVER! I have nothing but anger toward them right now! and I can tell you for sure, that their manager will get the nastiest/rudest/ and meanest letter written to him/her as soon as I have a free minute. I was only buying two things. It seems kind of strange, but thats all I needed. I of course was the only one in the place with that few of items. When I got to the front there were only 4 check stands open. Having sulked for a few seconds, I found the line with the least amount of items to be checked out in it and rushed to the end of it. So far so good, right? But no. I happened to find the line with the most amount of people (4-5 in all) who didn't speak English or spanish, Didn't have memberships, Didn't have a method of payment, had expired memberships, or they wanted to pay for each of their 20 items separately!!! How can people be so dumb?! It is very difficult but I'm really trying to hold back all the racial anger, in case you can't tell. In all actuality I'm not even sure what race they were, only that they should be put to death because their sheer stupidity! so anyway, other than that, I was in line maybe 10-15 minutes before another checker opened a check stand. Oh, how nice you say... WRONG! The person started taking people from the BACK of the line, and in reverse order! How horrible I tell you. I was 2 people away from the check stand, and had been for a while, and My TWO freaking items were to scary for the person opening the check-out. How could my 'almost most favorite' store betray me like this?! Don't they know who I am?!

It was an angry car ride home. Every driver seemed to be ultra stupid, and it turned more and more violent as I got closer to home. I was about to go 'Road-Rage' on everyone on the whole of Santa Monica, before I swerved down some side street and stopped. I got out and had to go for a walk, just to settle down. When I was out and about, I ran into Cheryl. Wow, what a coincidence. She was just on her way to watch TV at her place so I joined her. Its always funner to watch great shows like American Idol, and Biggest Looser with other people. My complaints and Finger Pointing mean nothing alone. It did settle me down to see them and to think better of myself. Then Ms. Cheryl wasn't feeling well, so I went home to make myself cookies. It was part of the 'Cooling Down' process. Then while I was eating those Sugary cookies, Mike was getting my advice on his Absentee ballot. So I decided to sprinkle my cookies in Red and Blue sugar in his honor. Then he threatened to write ME in on the ballot. So for the best interest of the country, I decided to accept his nomination, so the rest of the night I was announcing my platform on which I might run. Cookies at home are good.

I also took a few minutes to do some painting. Don't worry Josh, I had my pants on this time. It went slow. And when i say slow... I mean v e r y s l o w. every brush stroke was like a reminiscing moment in time, making every brush stroke almost five minutes each. I would remember that I was hiking along a sunny mountain trail as I saw each building for the first time. I would remember what flavor of Gelato I was eating as I sat on each of those rocks as I would people watch. I remembered what food we ate as we sat right on the edge of the water. Every building in this painting leaves you wondering what is around each corner. Each time the brush hit the canvas I would see color and light dancing from building to building, just as it would during Carnival. Each color became alive and wanted to join the party, but I had to tell it NO cause I was trying to reach a goal and dancing color hindered my goal. Pure frustration I tell you.

So this last Monday I forgot to tell you, but Susan was leaving us, so we had a 'going-away' luncheon for her. It was quite funny to see everyone at one table, and to notice all the different habits. It was a nice restaurant here in Westwood. The bosses like nice places. But when we all got our food, only one person didn't weight for everyone else to get there food. Some people would nibble at everything all at once, and lets just say I'm happy I didn't sit next to Peter, who
Collins kept telling everyone how much he loved alcohol too. And being architects, there wasn't a single person at our table who didn't mention something about the room we were in, either the decorations, walls, ceiling, windows, chandeliers, or whatever. Its the curse of an architect. But I will say that I was the only person who climbed up a short wall to pound on the ceiling with my hand to see what it was made of. Then as any fancy I-tallian restaurant would have, for desert they had three small scoops of ice cream in a saucer. Most people would take a nibble, but my buddy Peter was scooping up mouthfuls of ice cream at a time, not caring/realizing that those three golf-ball sized scoops of ice cream were for all 15 of us. Also being fancy Ice Cream, it was melting quickly, so when Pete would sling it from the table to his mouth, it would leave a creamy trail from the saucer to his mouth area. It was pretty amusing to watch him chow down. Then when the cake came his way, he didn't think he needed to use a fork or a spoon, so he started poking at this chocolate cake with his fingers! I don't trust his fingers at all! Danny, who was sitting next to him handed him a spoon and said 'here'. Pete was like, 'mumble mumble mumble, no that ok, I like, ah food" or something like that. and then Danny was like 'NO, seriously use a spoon not your fingers, No one else wants to eat what you've touched!' So Peter used the spoon to cut the cake in half then used his fingers as ram-rods to shove it into his mouth. (Work lunches are nice. They usually last a few hours cause there's so many of us. This days' was from 12:20-2:50.)

I'm listening to... I'm almost afraid to admit it... Don McLean.

Lunch was sponsored by Panda Express and the color Blue.