Like Old Times

Like Old Times

My undergrad college roommate came down from Vacaville this weekend. Since Bubbey entered the picture, we hadn’t really hung out alone for a long time. I have to say, I found the reunion surprisingly refreshing. As soon as she stepped in the door, we got to gabbing, and it was reminiscent of old times.

On Saturday night, we saw Sara Bareilles at the Fillmore. I’m usually not keen on concerts (too chaotic and rowdy), and before Yovanni told me about the event, I hadn’t even heard of Sara so I wasn’t sure what to expect… For some reason, I had expected her to be a boppy songstress. But oh no. Sara was awesome– a bit Fiona Apple-ish. And the venue was sweet: we saw her up close. I’m hooked. Now in addition to theater events, I’m gonna have to watch out for concerts at the Fillmore too.

On Sunday, we hit Burlingame on a mission. Caught breakfast at Crepevine (my eggs benedict fetish is back full force) and then shopped for hours. I really go in phases with the shopping– sometimes I hate shopping, other times I rather enjoy it. I have to say, most recently, the consumerism bug is making a comeback with me. Perhaps I played my game for too long…

Anyway, today was quite successful: pants, jeans, a dress… I know, I really need to stop with the jeans but I just love them, especially when they are like $12!! Yes, I know. I’m highly driven by price. So sue me!

What can I do? The stores are having big sales now. Cool stuff at 1980’s prices. No joke. Of course, now I have a pair of red cotton pants. Not sure how to pull that look off, but I guess figuring it out is part of the fun.

Also, I’m getting the itch for highlights again. Wanna go chunky red/eggplant. Thinking about doing it myself at home. Dare me? How bad could it possibly turn out? All I gotta do is dye it jet black again (if the highlights tank). We’ll see if I have the guts for it this week.

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