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Hot damn, y’all, it’s Friday! A pretty one, too, at least here in San Francisco, which means I ought to be sipping sangria at Cafe Flore, not sitting here in my workout clothes after combining a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders Boot Camp workout with one of Jillian Michaels 30-Day Shred sessions. (In case you’re wondering why in God’s name I’d do such an awful thing, it’s because I totally punked out on an awesome Bikram Yoga deal yesterday – 20 sessions for $20! I could faint! I hate wearing sports bras! Someone might accidentally sweat on me! It might smell really, really bad! I’d have to buy a yoga mat, and I have no idea where one does that! See?! SO HARD. If you have strong feelings about it, however, feel free to try and convince me – I might scoop up the next deal I see instead of losing my nerve like a chickenshit so-and-so!)

By the way, did you know Kim Kardashian has OnDemand Fitness videos? She’s kind of sad and apologizes a lot, and wears a ton of make-up AND a corset during workouts. Maybe it’s meant to be more like soft core porn than anything…uh…effective.

Choosing is hard!

In easier, breezier news, we’re headed to the charming wine country town of Healdsburg for some much-needed family time and a change of scenery this weekend. I haven’t seen my folks there in ages and I miss them terribly. It’s supposed to rain, but I’m holding out hope that the weather will continue to be kind to us!

PS. Not sure which loser setting my camera was on that it took such PALE pictures of me, with such insanely comic book blue-black hair, but I’ll try to avoid it in the future. For all our sakes.

Wednesday already! I have no idea how that happened, but I like it. I am at home drinking a champagne cocktail and devouring clearance Easter candy (Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs, that’s how I roll) with the tomboy, who is catching up on her Ultimate Fighter show. Today I bought a soft white sundress with tiny yellow flowers all over it, and M got all excited and said I’d “look like a chick” when I wear it. Ha.

Despite the candy, M has pretty resolutely declared that we should no longer celebrate Easter, which is funny because we didn’t celebrate it, not really, to begin with. I’m not going to argue since it only served to interfere with my month-long birthday shenanigans. This outfit, by the way, was my little mellow Monday-is-my-birthday get-up. I wanted to wear a party dress, but toned down for a casual, sunny day – I spent the morning sleeping in, lingering over a delicious breakfast at home, then heading to Noe Valley for an extremely relaxing massage and Italian lunch. Also, I’m a total liar and that necklace is from an Isla Mujeres boutique, definitely not H&M. I am so in love with these earrings, too – the juxtaposition of the plain metals in a pretty shape that moves so gracefully just floors me. Who else here always buys a treasured bauble or two when visiting faraway lands?

Speaking of the world, it’s been backsliding too fast and too horribly for my taste, so I’ve been floating in this superficial space of watching weird shit like this:

Or of that one kid on some Asian version of American Idol singing Whitney Houston’s I Will Always Love You. Or of that other kid sobbing on and on about Justin Bieber. Beaver fever! I am still hoping someone throws an I’m Not Justin Bieber lesbian party here in San Francisco. With a photo booth. Ultragay!

Oh! Last but not least, on my trip I read this book…

Has anyone else read it? What did you think of it?

I disliked the sort of wan anti-feminist or at least whispery misogynist bits, they seemed to be written with bizarre purpose but read superfluously, to the story, anyway. The insistence that there’s some kind of literary mutual exclusivity was off-putting as well. Don’t tell me I’m only allowed to enjoy certain authors and not others, or that my liking one book means I can’t possibly like one radically different from it. Absurd!

Aside from that, I liked the story well enough and it was a fun read about a high school senior at an elite boys’ boarding school in the early 60s, where literati reigned the way Queen Bee & Co. do in present day Gossip Girl, with only slightly less petty malice and a whole lot of enviable pretty to drool over. The attention to detail fashion-wise amongst the students was kind of delicious in the way My Nerd Boyfriend is delicious. I zipped right through at least half of it in under three hours on the way over on the plane, and M scolded me to slow down or I’d have nothing else to read while we were in Mexico!

She was right. And wouldn’t you know, paperbacks at the Cancun airport were 180 pesos – appx. twice the US amount printed on the books themselves.

I settled on a $7 copy of Nylon, since none of the book titles were that tempting. More incentive to learn Spanish ASAP!