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Happy Easter

20 Apr

First and foremost (obviously) Happy Easter to everyone. Easter is, by far, my favorite holiday of all the holidays. It doesn’t have the same whorish feel of Halloween, or the tinges of genocide like Thanksgiving, or reek of bullshit like Christmas. Easter is all bunnies and candy and rebirth and pastel colors. I ❤ Easter, so I hope everyone enjoyed their celebration today.

The last week has been a pretty exciting one here – mostly because the San Diego Reader published an article I wrote about the Blood Moon on Thursday (that I posted on the blog previously, but took down so that traffic could redirect to the Reader…if you want to check it out, click here). This is the first I have ever had anything published, let alone got paid for putting pen to paper (or finger to key, as it were). I have never done crack or shot heroin, but I am just going to imagine that the highs are similar. It is a very cool feeling, and an odd sort of validation. I have been writing A LOT for the last few months. Enough to fill a couple of notebooks and take up a couple of gigs of space.

The Husband finally nudged me a little towards submitting – I showed him the Blood Moon blog post, and he gave me a metaphorical thumbs up (not a real one, he would never), and it was submitted, and two days later, published. There’s a check in the mail with my name on it. Not for lawyering or some other terrible 9-5 gig (not that they are all terrible, but all of the ones I have been deemed suitable for have been). Pretty cool. Now I need to think of the next thing to write about, and that is proving difficult haha

The Husband and I also celebrated our six month anniversary on Saturday at Bertrand at Mister A’s. The Husband told me we should go real fancy to celebrate something special, so I did some research (i.e., I used the Yelp app) and Mister A’s had a lot of good reviews and hype, so reservations were made. The restaurant itself is easy to miss – it is the very top floor of a corporate plaza in Banker’s Hill (‘hood in San Diego to the unfamiliar). You walk into what looks like a corporate building, go to the elevators, step inside, and there’s a button that is very elegantly labeled Mister A’s:

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Once at the top, you are led into a modestly-sized dining room with panoramic views of downtown San Diego, the harbor, and the airport. All the yelpies wrote that Mister A’s had some of the best views in San Diego and I concur. It was crazy beautiful. The staff at the restaurant was very nice, the food came super fast, and it was delicious. I am generally of the belief that the nicer the view, the shittier the food, but Mister A’s poked a few holes in that theory. Dinner for me was cabernet braised beef, root veggies, and mac and cheese. Dessert was a very strange (yet delicious) take on peanut butter fudge banana poundcake.

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All around, a really great dinner. It felt weird to be eating at a fancy place with $30 plates, and definitely not something I would do on the regular, even if I had crazy cash flow. But, I do recommend to those in San Diego that have an occasion to celebrate, want to see how the other half lives, or like really nice views:

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Also, picked up a copy of Cheryl Strayed’s “Wild” based on lots of rave reviews in various places and news that Reese Witherspoon recently optioned it to be a movie. I am about halfway through and unimpressed. The writing is decent – she is a good writer, but it doesn’t wow you. Also, I am not big into descriptions of landscapes or views or the wilderness – show me, don’t tell me – and given the subject matter of the book (woman hikes the Pacific Coast Trail solo) there is A LOT of descriptive language of the woods. Kind of boring. Also, I can’t really identify with the author – the gist is that her Mom dies, so she goes batshit crazy, cheats on her Husband a bunch, starts doing heroin, becomes sort of a drifter, and loses her identity. Then she saves up her money and goes hiking for 4 months or something. Most of the time I am reading, I am judging her for being a whiner or a brat. BUT, I am still reading it, so I guess it can’t be that bad.

Nothing else that interesting to say. I am making lists of things to write articles about for local San Diego publications because like I said, getting published is the intellectual equivalent of sticking heroin into a fat vein, so if you have any ideas, feel free to leave them in the comments haha Still no leads on a new job, but I am feeling more optimistic lately, so maybe that’s a sign 🙂

 

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