My Life, As Told Between (Baby Cakes') Naps

You can usually spot the tourists in San Francisco because they’re the only ones wearing shorts and a t-shirt, tricked into thinking summers in SF are actually warm.  They’re not.  Generally.  This weekend was perfect however, courtesy of the heat wave and global warming.  Unfortunately, I only packed sweaters and jeans, hoping to blend in with the SF regulars.  Despite melting in my clothes, it was a great weekend. 

Stayed at the Hilton, in their newly renovated tower.  (Nice) 

Spent quality time with friends and loved ones.  (Yay!)

Walked the City.  (Hot) 

Took a harbor tour.  (Fun) 

Danced at the Holy Cow. (Drunk)

Ate dim sum.  (Yum)   

Saw a movie in the Metreon to escape from the heat.*  (Eh) 

Had dinner at Cityscape at the top of the Hilton.  (Breathtaking) 

* Saw Pirates of the Caribbean.  Didn’t much care for it.  Thought it was grossly offensive in its portrayal of the natives and others.  Realize I’m probably being somewhat of a killjoy.  I’m usually very good at ignoring offensiveness in movies, but this was too much even for me!

This may be the cleverest thing ever.  Or maybe I’m just easily amused.  Anyways, they’re available at William-Sonoma.

Went to my 10 year reunion this weekend.  My Quad friends bought me a ticket behind my back so I was forced to go against my will.  To be honest, while I joke about how I was forced to go, I’m also incredibly touched that I have friends who care enough about me being there with them to force my hand.

My salient thought throughout the night was that we really were all growed up.  Despite having lived on my own for the last decade and having been a lawyer for the last two years, more often than not, I don’t feel like a real, actual adult.  But looking around at my old classmates and recognizing that they were adults – married, divorced, moms, dads, homeowners – made me realize that I was one too (although I was neither married, divorced, a mom nor a homeowner).  Going to graduate school really delayed the onset of adulthood for me, but sooner or later I guess I had to come to grips with it.  And I think I’m okay with it.  Mostly.

It was incredible seeing everyone out of their high school shells.  I don’t think I fully realized what a weird, awkward and painful experience adolescence was until last night, when I saw the real people who inhibited those shells.  It was a chance to give depth and substance to some of the background people in my life.  I was surprised at how many people didn’t enjoy high school and how many people felt they were misunderstood.  It’s a common story, played out in hundreds of ways in books, movies, and television shows, but to face that fact oneself is still somehow shocking.  I didn’t hate high school, but I also didn’t feel like I really came into myself until late in college.  I’m comfortable with who I am now and like who I’ve become.  I just didn’t realize how different the me I am now is from the me who was until last night – when the upteenth person commented on it.  

My core values and beliefs haven’t changed.  I still tend towards dry, sarcastic humor.  I’m still left-leaning.  I still love learning and reading.  I think I’m just more comfortable expressing all that now.  I guess I didn’t realize the shape my shell took until last night.  I didn’t hate high school, but I am profoundly glad that it’s behind me.     

Roomie sent me two interesting articles which involve the relationship between women and food.  There’s some interesting commentary to be had here (concerning conceptions of beauty, social pressures, gender inequalities, blah, blah, blah), but I’m preparing for a deposition tomorrow so maybe another time.  In the meanwhile, check out the articles here and here.

Update:  Not an article on women and food, but on Boston’s Big Dig project.  I had no idea it was faring so badly.

JP1 was recently named one of the “Top Young Lawyers in Southern California.”

Me [to JP1]:  Hey, congrats! 

A2:  Yeah, that’s great that you were named as a top lawyer!

Me:  Actually, I was congratulating him for being called “young.”

[*Laughter from A2…and everyone else within hearing range*] 

JP1:  Ouch!  You know you work for me, right?

Me:  Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have said that right before turning in this assignment, which, by the way, is not my best work.  You’ve been warned…

In non-fashion related news, I thought this article by Doug McIntyre was interesting.