Suit Yourself.

"A week after putting her to sleep, I received Neil's ashes in a forest green can. She'd never expressed any great interest in the ourdoors, so I scattered her remains on the carpet and then vacuumed her back up. The cat's death struck me as the end of an era. It was, of course, the end of her era, but with the death of a pet there's always that urge to string black crepe over an entire ten- or twenty-year period. The end of my safe college life, the last of my thirty-inch waist, my faltering relationship with my first real boyfriend: I cried for it all and wondered why so few songs were written about cats. "

-Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

I stood lingering in the aisle tapping my foot, eyes shifting back and forth trying to select from my options. I spotted the perfect choice: Hedwig and the Angry Inch. A rock-musical about a transexual from East Berlin who tells her life story through music while stalking her ex-boyfriend who stole her songs and rose to fame. I have unusual taste, I'll admit. A large man appeared at my side. He wore dirty denim shorts, a black sleeveless shirt and smelled of motor oil. "They got a whole fuckin' row for faggots", he said noticing the aptly titled "cultural favorites" aisle. I stood there shuddering in embarrassment, trying to conceal my movie of choice under my armpit. I walked away slowly, replaying the event in my head. People are fucking assholes.

Luckily, that wasn't the highlight of my week. It was actually seeing John Mayer in concert for the second time. For free. Kevin invited me after receiving the tickets through work. What a treat it is to see such an insanely talented musician. Even if you're not a fan of John, it's impossible to deny that he's a god when it comes to guitar. See him live the next time he's in your city. Of course, it's an understood rule that if a venue allows cameras, I will forget mine...which was the case on Friday. So no photos from the concert. Sorry.


The rest of my weekend I spent sprawled out on my unmade bed reading SELLEVISION by Augusten Burroughs and laughing out loud, humming songs from Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and trying to convince myself that I was pregnant in order to legitimize my cravings for gorditas from Taco Bell. Next weekend I make the trip back to San Antonio to celebrate my 21st birthday. This is exciting, but I don't look forward to the celebration more than I look forward to keeping my kitchen stocked with bottles of red wine in the future. My guiltiest pleasure.

Enjoy these two pictures I got from the weekend. Whoopee!

From my apartment balcony.


Riley looks inquisitive. We refer to those lines in his fur as his necklace. "What a pretty necklace you have on today, Riley!"


Laters for now.