it feels weird to be blogging--even thinking--about anything besides joe these days. but i went out yesterday to the waterfront with smartboy for the first time in...i can't remember how long. weeks? months? it felt great to get out of the house and feel normal for a little while. i'd dropped my iphone (!) on the sidewalk friday night and broken the glass, so we started our morning out with a two-hour (!!) trip to the apple store. since it was an accident that caused the damage, warranty--even my special paid-for warranty pro-apple-take-care-of-me care--didn't cover it, really. it couldn't be repaired and had to be replaced, which cost me $250. they gave me not only the new iphone, though, but also the broken-glass one, so i kind of have an extra ipod now. i wouldn't want to carry it around with the broken glass, but i could put it in my ihome and use the big ipod that i have there for...something. put it in my study with some speakers? i don't know. it's nice to have (though a little embarrassing that i now have a first-generation shuffle, a first-gen 60gb, a broken but functioning-except-for-the-inactive-phone first-gen iphone, and an iphone). and a macbook. and my work mac. i think i am, as accused, drinking the kool-aid. i also bought (duh) a case for it this time, which i'd looked at several times before and never did. learned that lesson once. anyway, i really like the case i chose--rubber, very tactile and easy and comfortable in the hand--and i think it'll prevent it from slipping off a stack of papers again if i should be dumb enough to put it there in the future. (which i doubt.)
so after that little adventure, we lunched at la feria (yum!), where we haven't been in ages. so good. i had the vegetarian sandwich with their salad that is SO YUMMY and a freshly squeezed limeade (gigantic and delicious), and we shared a plate of the sweet-potato chips with huancaina dip, because you just have to have those when you go there. omg. i was stuffed after not-so-much food, but it was worth it. yum. did i mention yum?
finally we were off to the waterfront. i walked a bunch while andrew shopped in places that tire me, and he met up with me later at target. and boy did i score at target. fancy new hair dryer (i do this once every couple of years--get a wild hair [pun intended] to try straightening it again and buy the latest new gizmo to help me do that; this, too, shall pass--a bunch of my new favorite hair product (infusium 23 leave-in treatment*, you ROCK!--thank you, emy, for showing me the way!)
also: a hello kitty lunchbox/purse thingy. SO cute. a few ideas of what i'll use it for, but really: $4? i couldn't pass it up.
the CUTEST tweed jacket for fall that is, of course, not pictured on target's web site. you'll just have to trust me that it is GORGEOUS. wide portrait collar, gorgeous shade of blue, fitted, perfect length, straight out of jackie o's closet. i nearly bought another style on the same rack, a cropped empire-waist jacket, but chickened out. i was going to go back online to buy it this morning, but it's not there. there are some adorable swing jackets there, though. :sigh: i cannot own every cute jacket and sweater on the planet, can i?
okay, enough of that. also bought a troy polamalu jersey--licensed, but a third the price of the ones at dick's. i am so excited. i put it on this morning (it *is* game day, after all!) and asked smartboy whether i looked like troy. he laughed and said, "yeah, it must be all in the number." i told the dogs that now i am all speed, agility, and quick reflexes. they'd better watch out.
found an adorable little evening bag in pewter satin with some pretty lace--clutch or it has a little chain strap--to take to wedfest07. gotta love target.
but the real score of the day: in the dollar section, it's an office-rama. i scored pens, paper, notepads, memo boards (takes me right back to college), mouse pads, sticky notes, and mugs, all with different office quotes on them. i could have bought more (not just because i'm obsessive, but because they had more different designs), but i stopped myself. i just don't use that much paper in my life. but gah. i was so stoked. i love a good dollar section. and i loves me a pen.
in other riveting news--because i know you've been on the edge of your seat up to now--i had not one but two romantic dreams last night. the first was odd (well, they're all odd, but you know). i'd gone to some remote northern locale with my mother, and we'd decided to play like we were foreigners who didn't speak english as our first language (stay with me here: the remote location was, i guess, in like canada or maine or something. i don't know. it was a dream. geography was clearly not the important part here.). so we put on these accents and pretended. we went to the train station and were totally baffled about the whole token system for getting where we needed to go, and this handsome young man who turned out to be grady something or other (remember him: he's the love interest in this one) turned right around from leaving the joint and followed us back inside to help us. he stayed with us, took us back into town--the little village where we were headed--and on the trip, apparently, he and i fell in love. very sweet story.
but fast forward a month (in my dream--overnight, of course, it was just a few hours, if you're keeping track), because i won't bore you with the sweet, romantic courtship, though it really was a fun dream, with townspeople and festivals and laughter, but he and i are inside with a bunch of townsfolk, and he's professing his love for me and, i think, about to ask me to stay there with him and be his wife. apparently, he's some sort of prince or something, i've come to learn, so this is why the townspeople care so much about what happens to him. anyway, just then, my mother comes to the door of this glass-enclosed room where this is all happening. it's snowing and blustery outside, and she's knocking on the door in the dark, all cold and wet and not wearing a coat. i blurt out--for the first time, breaking my accent in front of these people--"where is her coat?" with grave concern--and realize that they know. grady has already gone to the door to let her in by then, but she wants to talk to him outside. i know that he knows now that i've been keeping this from him, and all i want to do is tell him the truth--myself, and explain. inside, the townsfolk are moving away from me, suddenly hurt, bewildered, angry at the girl they'd thought was so wonderful and perfect for their darling grady. i am sad--SO sad--and mad at myself for not telling him sooner. he comes inside, and, before he passes me, another good friend of his--a female friend--takes his arm and wants to talk to him. he has this kind of glassy look in his eyes and doesn't even look at me. i try to get his attention and say that i really want to talk to him alone. he sort of says, "yes," absently, but walks past me, where another female friend takes his arm, and he turns and, again, in this distant voice, says that he's going to talk to her first. i am utterly dismayed. i am a pariah.
i leave, and the rest of the dream is scenes of me trying to explain it to him when we see each other on various occasions later, over a period of years. but he won't listen. he jeers, makes jokes, teases, never letting anything get close enough to hear. clearly, i've hurt him so much that no one can get close to him any more. i awake so sad that i'm actually crying.
i tried to go back to sleep to make the dream restart and go a different way, but he was no more. instead, it went a whole different direction. this was an entirely new dream, all happy. this time,
* hint: though there are five lines of this stuff, i compared the ingredients. *cough* geek *cough* the leave-ins are all the same. (i compared because i wanted a giant bottle for reserves and a smaller bottle for traveling, but target had only repairology in the supersize, and i wanted to be sure that this would be relatively similar to the frizzology. whatevs.)