From now on, all my ice cubes will come full of velvety red rose petals and rosemary. Renegade's is back in a big way!
Friday, May 31, 2013
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Lit Lounge
Eight hundred people, including Ronnie, Jaye and the two mini-me(s) Shana and Kenzie, cracked up as story after story was told - the fling with a lesbian, the letter to AAA, the Mormon at the sex club, the nudist colony crime spree, the Meredith Baxter (no Birney) at the cruise ship buffet and more, all interspersed with some fun music.
Lit Lounge - just about as cool as things get in Scottsdale
Lit Lounge - just about as cool as things get in Scottsdale
Monday, May 27, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Book Club - Bossypants
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Newsy
Pre-drivers licence, I was sitting at a bus stop in front of my high school, waiting for the westbound to Old Wildcat's place, when a creepy guy in a green car pulled up. He shouted out his rolled down window, "Hi, can I give you a lift?" I shook my head. "It would save you your bus fare," he said. I kept shaking my head until he scrunched up his face and drove off. I thought about that a lot last year while I was reading Room, a story about a creepy guy that kidnapped a young girl, impregnated her and held her and the child captive for years. It was a great book. Fiction. Life in the bubble is so nice. Then reality sneaks in. What if I rode the bus a lot? What if bus fare was hard to come by? What if I got in that car? Would I have ended up in a basement on the other side of the tracks like those girls in Cleveland? Would people have given up looking for me after a few months?
Over a thousand dead in Bangladesh so we can buy cheap clothes at Macy's
Across town in Mesa, crazy girl slashes boyfriend's throat, cable news watchers are riveted
Across town in Mesa, crazy girl slashes boyfriend's throat, cable news watchers are riveted
Effective today, Earth's atmosphere is now officially screwed.
Stay at the bus stop. Keep shaking your head.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Cinco de Drinko
Seems tequila manufactures around the country have kidnapped Cinco De Mayo. Carla's "cloud in my mouth" enchiladas, the bucket of balls, the Ken and Barbie golfers, the Anne Hathaway look-a-like, the koi that didn't get away stories, the boys' table, the girls' table, the on the rocks with salt, the gorgeous patio night. Muy excellente.
Ole!
Friday, May 3, 2013
First Friday
Met the arty crowd at the soon-to-be-closing
Cheuvronts, checked out the amazing Maggie's piece at ArtLink, then strolled through Phoenix Art Museum with some incredible new exhibits, stopping to ogle the Soleri sculpture we learned more about at last week's documentary at smoca - pretty Il Donnone, flying through the universe.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Wait Wait...you're bald?
Almost every Saturday morning for years, Peter Sagal and his crew have cracked me up. They're hilarious, pithy. A perfect way to start a weekend. But I never knew what he looked like. I guess I could have checked him out online some time in the past decade, but what's the point? We had the perfect relationship. He talked, I laughed. So, as I sat in a big theater with a bunch of like-minded NPRers, a sold out theater (I had to buy a ticket to the 8 o'clock Big Wedding movie - 8% rotten tomato score - and sneak in), I started to wonder, hmm, what does he look like?
The first thing he said when he appeared on screen was, well, now everyone knows he's bald. The whole place smiled. It was a great show. Paula was there (I knew what she looked like from when she sat down and had dinner with me at Miraval a while back). And Mo. And Tom "we'll leave the light on for you" Bodett.
Guest was Steve Martin, always perfect.
Here's Steve Martin's funny bit. Or you have another chance to see it on Tuesday.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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