Short Thoughts
Something You Might Expect:
In Austin, I got coffee a couple times from a placed called Texpresso. It was very good coffee (by which I of course mean a good iced mocha; i can make plenty good plain coffee myself), but when I ordered it the first time I thought it was kind of expensive for a "medium." But it was a Texas-sized medium, in other words, a lot of coffee.
Something You Could Have Seen Coming:
I'm now kind of great at cooking. I cook dinner several nights a week for the family I babysit for, and I'm getting rave reviews from everyone but the four-year-old, who in my defense only wants to eat cherry tomatoes and slices of cheese. Especially popular is my salad, which I can't really claim as my own actually, since it's an almost exact copy of one Jeremy's mom made.
Something You Might Not Expect:
I found out I really like yoga. I know, I was kind of dismissive of it for a long time. But honestly? It's about the most extremely yuppy-hippy sounding activity ever, what with the combination of eastern power-center-mystical-energy ideas with the marketing of special mats and designer yoga clothes. But it's very cold in my apartment during the day, and yoga is a surprisingly warm activity.
Something That You Almost Couldn't Exepct:
Far better than the chantey, made-for-yoga music are the chantey, cockney-slacker tunes of The Streets. Would Mike Skinner (who is incidentally the same age as me, probably not as well-educated but much, much more successful) be mad if he knew I was using his slang-filled sampled beats to accompany Downward-Facing Dog? I almost think it would amuse him.
Something That Might Shock You:
I can now french-braid my own hair. In the 18 years or so during which I've had remotely enough hair to make a braid of any kind, the only time before now that that braid had been French was when I would carpool to Cotillion with Tim, and Melinda would take pity on my limp ponytail and find the requisite brushes and bobby pins to fancy it up a little before driving us to the Mesa Verde Country Club to stand awkwardly and consume cookies and fizzy punch.
I still remember all the dances we learned in Cotillion, incidentally. Not that it ever really becomes relevant, because despite what Jeremy will unashamedly argue, he can actually not do any real dance steps. And before he attempts to post a comment claiming that this is not true, let me just say: he's lying.
In Austin, I got coffee a couple times from a placed called Texpresso. It was very good coffee (by which I of course mean a good iced mocha; i can make plenty good plain coffee myself), but when I ordered it the first time I thought it was kind of expensive for a "medium." But it was a Texas-sized medium, in other words, a lot of coffee.
Something You Could Have Seen Coming:
I'm now kind of great at cooking. I cook dinner several nights a week for the family I babysit for, and I'm getting rave reviews from everyone but the four-year-old, who in my defense only wants to eat cherry tomatoes and slices of cheese. Especially popular is my salad, which I can't really claim as my own actually, since it's an almost exact copy of one Jeremy's mom made.
Something You Might Not Expect:
I found out I really like yoga. I know, I was kind of dismissive of it for a long time. But honestly? It's about the most extremely yuppy-hippy sounding activity ever, what with the combination of eastern power-center-mystical-energy ideas with the marketing of special mats and designer yoga clothes. But it's very cold in my apartment during the day, and yoga is a surprisingly warm activity.
Something That You Almost Couldn't Exepct:
Far better than the chantey, made-for-yoga music are the chantey, cockney-slacker tunes of The Streets. Would Mike Skinner (who is incidentally the same age as me, probably not as well-educated but much, much more successful) be mad if he knew I was using his slang-filled sampled beats to accompany Downward-Facing Dog? I almost think it would amuse him.
Something That Might Shock You:
I can now french-braid my own hair. In the 18 years or so during which I've had remotely enough hair to make a braid of any kind, the only time before now that that braid had been French was when I would carpool to Cotillion with Tim, and Melinda would take pity on my limp ponytail and find the requisite brushes and bobby pins to fancy it up a little before driving us to the Mesa Verde Country Club to stand awkwardly and consume cookies and fizzy punch.
I still remember all the dances we learned in Cotillion, incidentally. Not that it ever really becomes relevant, because despite what Jeremy will unashamedly argue, he can actually not do any real dance steps. And before he attempts to post a comment claiming that this is not true, let me just say: he's lying.
posted by Katherine at 1:13 PM
1 Comments:
Just because your cotillion wasn't advanced enough to teach "The Cobra" and the "Reticent Bishop" doesn't mean they aren't legitimate dances and very possible in the former Eastern Bloc.
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