Yesterday during a girls’ brunch that I’m refusing to call “Galentine’s brunch,” we were asked: “What is the funniest, weirdest, or most interesting Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had?” The first one that came to mind is the one I alluded to in a recent Motif article, about the Scotsman in a Red Fez. And since … Continue reading Little City Love Story
I have discovered, yet again, that there is an inverse relationship between wanting to write (or feeling the pressure to write) and being able to produce something that doesn’t suck. I have wanted to write a blog for nearly a week now, and even though I have a bunch of “material,” nothing comes … Continue reading Worst Blog Ever: an Ode to Valentine’s Day
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day in the States. You had my pity. My Valentine’s Day wasn’t that bad in terms of the usual, “I’m single; I hate Hallmark; people in love are stupid and annoying,” as much as it was miserable because I wanted to spear my workplace and light it on fire. (Of course, … Continue reading Post Valentine’s Day notes on Pre Valentine’s Day
From boxes of chocolates to heart-felt poems to the colors red and pink… From delicious desserts to secret admirers to arts and crafts made with doilies… From hugs and kisses to dozens of roses to “Will you be mine’s”… The holiday is full of everything I love, all my favorite things, it’s too good to be … Continue reading Why I hate Valentine’s Day
This post has nothing to do with the Super Bowl. Yesterday was the Cursed Emotional Holiday Tennis Tournament, a mixed doubles tournament in which I participated thanks to coercion and a general lack of awareness. THE SET-UP A few weeks ago, this charming lady in her 70’s invite Holly and I to play in the Valentine’s Day tournament. “Sure!” … Continue reading The Tournament
To commemorate the new year, my absolute FAVORITE holiday (as in, I loathe it with a passion only slightly less than that of Valentine’s Day), I’ve decided to compile a list of my top ten moments in 2010. These moments were determined by a sense of long-lasting (at least the entire day) euphoria and general extreme … Continue reading Top 10 of 2010
They Call Me Fushilou 