–A few days before New Year’s, I found a sealed envelope labeled “To Leah, to be opened Jan. 2004.” Inside was a letter I wrote to myself when I was 15. The most interesting part was the one sentence in which I pondered a conflict that was deeply troubling my fragile pubescent psyche. Which was better: Forrest Gump or Newsies. (Duh. The latter is clearly far superior. Glad I cleared that up.)
–We spent $336.47 on a new alternator for Ethan’s car after it died five times–at five different locations–in one night about a month ago. (I’ll spare you that very funny but very long story, which involves our going out at midnight to parallel park the car using only our own brute strength.)
–The guy who towed the car to the shop once towed Sean Penn’s El Camino. Ethan knows this because the two truck guy carries a picture commemorating the event on his person at all times. He also carries a picture of himself and our new mechanic, Art, on a cruise ship posing with a showgirl.
–In a well-intentioned effort to combat the stench of the office garbages, our resident ninja emptied an entire can of Lysol disinfectant spray into the hallway and nearly gassed me and my coworkers into springtime-fresh unconsciousness.
–While eating at the House of Nanking (where else?), we crossed paths with a funeral procession winding its way through Chinatown that included six black limos and a fully uniformed ten-piece brass band bleating Sousa tunes. Here is a really cool picture taken in Chinatown. Here are good, mediocre, and bad pictures taken in Chinatown.
–I ate my first cannoli. (I lived in Utah suburbs until I was 22, okay?)
–I shocked even myself when I clapped and squealed a little upon hearing that the second season of America’s Next Top Model is mere days away.