Banana Bread for Dummies
posted in Friends, Family, Et Al., Lawyering and the Like, Pretty, Shiny Things |I suspect my roommate thinks I’m stupid.
Imagine it: It’s Friday. Noon. I’m pleasantly surprised to get an email at work from said roommate informing me that she has made banana bread. “Great,” I think to myself, “I love banana bread.” The email goes on to state that she’s made two loaves. One for us and one she is going to send to her vegan brother. The one for us is on the right hand side of the kitchen counter. “Okay, easy enough,” I mentally note, “only eat the loaf on the right.” After a late night out in Pasadena celebrating a friend’s birthday, I head home, excited by the prospect of freshly made banana bread. I arrive at the apartment to find a note scrawled on our message board, essentially reiterating the email. Our banana bread is on the right side of the counter. Her brothers, which I’m again told I’m not to eat, is on the left. “Hmm, okay. Maybe she thinks I’d forgotten about that early email,” I mutter. At this point, I’m a little tempted to eat her brother’s bread. Because that’s the kind of person I am. I turn and look on the counter and, I kid you not, there are NOTES ABOVE EACH LOAF designating one as “Vegan” and the other as “Not Vegan.” The aforementioned notes were complete with arrows pointing downward to the respective loaves. She had DRAWN ME A DIAGRAM in the event that the email, hand written message, and labels above the loaves weren’t quite clear enough. Because I’m just that stupid. =)
On another roommate-related note, we dropped by my office today to pick up some papers I needed (having both decided it was too nice a day to spend indoors doing work – much better to try to get some work done outside a Coffee Bean). While there we ran into the Managing Partner of the office. Left with little choice, I introduced him to my roommate, She of the Mini-skirt, “Roommate, this is the Managing Partner. Please be appropriately deferential. Kowtowing would not be frowned upon. Managing Partner, this is my roommate.” He smiles, says, “No, no, I have to do all the bowing around this office,” and executes a quick bow to demonstrate. His other comment to her? “You’re much taller then I thought you’d be.” The reason behind his cryptic comment? “Given how Y. says she keeps you under her thumb (*makes squashing gesture with his thumb to clarify*), I expected you to be much shorter.” So random.
And in non-roommate related news, I went to a cool cocktail party with some friends last night. This of course necessitated a quick shopping trip to buy a cocktail-party-appropriate dress (because the eighty dresses I already have weren’t quite right). The event somehow snowballed into me acquiring a completely new summer wardrobe. I have a serious, serious shopping problem. Please consider this my cry for help. (Help.)