just because it's so dead-on.

We want dessert. We want you to order dessert. What we don't want is for you to ask us if we want dessert.
(Connie Britton, of my beloved Friday Night Lights fame).

deep dish or thin crust?

Last night we watched New Hampshire's Republican primary debate - Walker suggested it under the premise that it would be interesting, we really don't know anything about the candidates and their issues.

I like to think of myself as balanced and fair, open-minded and thoughtful - I embraced this challenge with enthusiasm, I'm going to learn so much! Yet last night I realized I am none of those things.
I had to gulp red wine, contort my body into the fetal position, punch Walker in the arm repeatedly, and run from the room every three minutes just to get through it. I am not proud of this.

Lesson learned: You are an unabashed Democrat to the bones when listening to a line of tea party Republicans talk feels like having your skin sandpapered off.

I hate that I'm saying this, but I may just have to tune completely out until election day in order to be a bearable human being and blogger.

summa.

I came to the realization yesterday that it is hot. And that all I want to do is smell permanently of sunscreen, slurp popsicles (especially rocket pops), drink rootbeer, wear as little clothing as possible (ugh the agony of business casual in the summer months), and be near water.

And go to Guatemala, specifically Lake Atitlan.
And learn Spanish.
And run early in the morning when you can still get a few wisps of cool.
And I'm obsessed with the maxi skirts at American Apparel. And I haven't liked anything at American Apparel in a while.
And make signature cocktails. Maybe make the grownup purchase of a pitcher.
And cook more: Bon Appetit magazine has a great summer cooking manifesto.
And experiment more with the hotdogs at Mutts. (Who am I kidding, I'm loyal to a fault for a Chicago Dog with super green relish).
And not miss the NBA too much, I've loved all the playoff/finals drama. I even picked up the insane habit of trolling the internet for sports commentary - hello, Grantland.

technically.

People ask me why I don’t tweet. Honestly, I’m so sick of myself.
(Blake Lively).


Liking Is for Cowards. Go for What Hurts. By Jonathan Franzen - I'm also currently reading his newest novel, Freedom.

this will make you sick to your stomach.

But I really think it's worth watching. And not because of the impulse to crane your neck when passing a car crash.
Amongst the Weiner scandal and other election/primary muck, this clarified a lot for me. Keep your values at the forefront of your politics. There's a bigger picture. There's a lot of horrible stuff happening. A lot of good stuff too. Don't get lost in what absolutely does not matter.

And as was directed in the Esquire write-up that followed this video,"Now go hold your girlfriend's hand or something."

pomp & circumstance.

First things first - I had my first inflight drink (blame it on the impending meetup of the stressful, yet entirely loveable family that awaited us: mom, dad, grandparents, aunt, sisters and sisters' boyfriends). A Jack & Coke to be exact. And as my sister's friend Vivian said, I'll never fly the same again.

A confluence of events may have made the experience all the more epic: the flight attendant just barely hands over our drinks when it's announced that in-flight service will be canceled due to turbulence, sips reveal these are absurdly strong, we must down them so we can put our tray tables up and toss the cups as is being demanded, the turbulence (which I generally enjoy anyway) mixed with the strong, gulped drinks makes us giggly and enchanted with the sky, the whole thing feels like a rollercoaster meets magic carpet ride and I am on top of the world. Later we are told that no one will be charged for their drinks, because of the suspension in service - i.e. free drinks!

Now, to be a little cheesy.
I've always enjoyed airports and flying, it's not something that scares me at all. In fact I feel safe, tucked into my seat.
But I always have to wear a piece of jewelry given to me by a relative while flying, I always pat the plane right before boarding, and right before landing, I always close my eyes and grip the seat a bit. And I'm always overcome with that ohmygosh we cannot crash, there's so much more i want to do with my life, there are so many people i want to tell i love you too i've been so ungrateful and wasteful andandand.
But when I fly with Walker, I don't feel that at all. Not even a little bit. No wasted life here.



Other highlights:

RISD graduation: it's tradition for graduates to take liberties with the whole monotonous cap and gown thing, which makes it really fun to watch (see above for an example) (my favorite was pretty subtle - a netted veil attached to the mortar board) and, after a moving speech about coming to RISD from Indonesia and finally feeling accepted enough to come out to his parents, the student representative speaker burst into an impassioned rendition of Lady GaGa's Born This Way. Too perfect.

Dinner at Andrew's apartment. Andrew and Meg are really good cooks: orzo, clams, shrimp, short ribs, steak, blueberry pie. I famously dominated the watermelon and corn-on-the-cob. And it was a prime opportunity for my family to get overly sentimental around the table. We're talking round robin memories of Meg. Cozy.

Del's frozen lemonade stands - when you get chunks of real lemon, it's heavenly.

Hot Club! Bar right on the water that hands out free popcorn.

The Oyster Bar! I love slurping em.' The salt, the red sauce, the horseradish.
Plus they had this sweet chili-like dipping sauce for bread that was to die for.

Sitting on the sidewalk to dig into short ribs from Mama Kim's Korean BBQ food truck. My mouth is still watering.

Free breakfast at the Hampton Inn - my mom is the queen of collecting Hampton Inn points. Where I was introduced to Chobani yogurt with pomegranate seeds on the bottom!

The Shepard Fairey designed Nice Slice.

Walking! Walking, walking, walking, walking, walking. I love that about cities.

Benefit Street! My favorite street. Benevolent Street comes in second.

The Wild Garden Mint ice cream at Three Sisters.

Keeping count of all the Dunkin' Donuts. There are soooo many it's unbelievable.

Cape Cod to see Beth & John, this adorable pipsqueak of a woman and her super tall husband, in our lives inexplicably. In one of the more touching moments, Beth gave Meg a sewing machine for graduation.
Eating lobster rolls on the beach. Watching everyone else jump into the freezing cold Atlantic.

Garden Grille - yum! And watching certain members of my family + Walker navigate a vegetarian menu, entertaining.

WaterFire - a bizarre Providence festival.

In conclusion:
It hit me while we were at this little cocktail party for the furniture department, watching my sister win faculty awards, handout fun awards to her peers and just generally look happy/popular/sad to be leaving...
For my 21st birthday I flew east to hangout with freshmen year Meg - though I loved exploring Providence, we were mostly miserable there - huddled in her cramped dorm eating grapefruits because it was bone-chillingly freezing outside and we were homesick and terrified of the hardcore art kids roaming the surrounding areas.
So much had changed.
She had come so far.
She conquered this place.
She kicked ass, grew in so many ways, and managed to remain my Meg.
p.s. We still have to live together.

BIG FAN.

(1) a meg design.
(2) hydrangea!
(3) gourmet hotdog truck.
(4) three sisters: an almost uncanny resemblence.
(4) cape cod perfection.
(6) casey and cameron, highschool cafeteria romance.

This afternoon I will be on a plane to Providence, Rhode Island to see Meggity-Meg graduate from the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD).

It promises to be a swashbuckler of a trip: east coast, oyster cravings, hotdog cravings, hydrangea, art school graduation ceremony, Cape Cod, all three Callahan girls' boyfriends present, the extended family, my Dad -the infamously bad traveler, my Mom en route from Italy, etc.

After which, Meg will be moving to Boston to start a job with Reebok as an Assistant Shoe Designer. There are no words. Whoa.