Life Moves Pretty Fast

The longer I go without updating, the harder it gets to even think about blogging. There are stories I haven't told you! So many stories, how do I pick just one?

I guess I'll just jump in...here:

One of the most remarkable things from the past week was a whirlwind visit with Kara S., whom some of you may remember from such stories as That Time I Went To Greece and Lost Both My Temper and My Lunch or the more boring Long Nights and Bleary Eyes at 3rd Street Diner. Kara's been living in Chicago for the past X years (please, Lord, don't count them) and has visited me in both NYC and SF, so it's pretty much looking like I owe her a visit in the Windy City at this point. She and her man friend arrived on a late flight last Thursday and were setting out to Nevada City the next day, so I disregarded my geriatric-lifestyle-approved-bedtime and dragged them out for some late night food and drinks at to Taqueria Cancun and Benders. Next time I see her, I'll have to be less sleepy so I can do a better job of provoking that famous Kara giggle.

Anyway, the tacos were 2nd Dinner, because Thursday nights I have a standing date at Cafe Gratitude with Liz, Kelly and Megan. Cafe Gratitude is so very California (even worse, it's so very Berkeley), and it's growing on me. (Please, send help!) It's mostly a raw vegan restaurant with a few cooked dishes. Part of their deal is that the dishes have hippie-dippy names like "I am Fulfilled," "I am Rejuvenated" or "I am Whole" (those are my three favorites, by the way), and then when the server brings the food they say "You are Fulfilled" or whatever. When you order wine -- which, hello, it's ladies who work in advertising, we order it by the bottle -- the server says "You are Spirited." You can say that again, you tip-pooling communists!

They also have a question of the day every day and I used to grumble and wave them off, but now that I've started to lose the top layer of my east coast crustiness, I allow them to ask the question even if I do still refuse to answer unless I have an appropriately inappropriate or flippant answer. You could probably guess the questions, they're all like "what do you love about yourself?" and "what's your loving wish for the world?" And of course they also have communal seating. The first time I ever went there I swear to Ronnie James Dio that I was sitting next to these chicks who were comforting their one friend whose life was an absolute mess. Like, I'm surprised this woman is successful at arranging food and shelter for herself. Anyway, it seems that in addition to everything going wrong for her always, she was particularly upset that night because she wasn't really getting very many clients in her business as A PROFESSIONAL LIFE COACH. My word, these people.

And so, in conclusion, since the server at Cafe Gratitude asked, here's my loving wish for the world today:
May your life be as warm and comfortable as this picture of Disco looks.