Saturday, February 24, 2007

Neighborhood Walk

I just saw a woman, probably in her 40s, wearing a Roots beret, a la the 2002 Olympics, being towed by her dog on her razor scooter. She's rad.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Who Says Chivalry is Dead?

Last night, I was innocently enjoying my Bud Light at my dear friend Deb's "Fat Tuesday on a Saturday" party, when the man next to me decided to smack my ass. Mind you, I hadn't been interacting with him at all. It was a totally unsolicited, random ass smack. When I turned to him to say, "Um, that's really not okay with me," he booed me. Booed. I'm still scrunching my eyebrows in disbelief.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Work is Affecting My Ability to Blog

I'm afraid I'm going to lose my four dedicated readers because I have nothing exciting to report...

I.E., this morning I was at a bowling alley at 7:30 - in heels - presenting to 25 Arby's store managers the fund raiser I'm working my ass off to plan. It was draining. Every day is draining. I have nothing fun to blog about anymore.

Please stay tuned, friends. It will all be over in only 57 wake-ups.

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Pato Banton & the Mystic Roots Band

Last night I was sitting in my jammies, moping and watching Cocoon on KUED. The sad thing about it was how content I was to just do that until I felt like going to bed. Which could have been anytime.

At 8:something I got a text from Brittany: "Do you want to go see Pato Banton tonight at Suede?" Pato what? She says its reggae. I'm trying to think of any reason not to go. I'd have to put on jeans and shoes. Its cold outside. We'd have to drive up Parleys Canyon. I shouldn't spend the money. I don't want to do my makeup. Blahbiddy blahbiddy blah.

Then it clicked... "Jessica," I told myself, "no self-respecting, thirty-year-old single girl wants to go back to work on Monday and say, 'Oh my god, you guys, I totally forgot how good Cocoon is!'" I got up, made some coffee, and got ready.

And thank god I did! I'll admit, I was a little skeptical when the Mystic Roots Band came out and they were the whitest reggae band I've ever seen. But it wasn't long before Pato joined them and everyone there was shakin' their groove thangs. Britt couldn't have put it better - Pato and those white boys killed it. The show (aside from one long-ish spiritual song complete with a prayer in the middle) was super fun, high energy, dance-tastic!

Thank you, Brittany, for saving the life of my Saturday night!