Preppy is the New Hipster

So its weekend two in the new house, and I could complain because I love to do it so much, but I won’t because there are other more petty things to bitch about. Well. It was actually rather appropriate all around. Friday night, Tweaks and I gave into the fact that we are getting to be the old and wrinkly women that you all guessed we were, we decided to check a local neighborhood restaurant (no, sadly not Ruby Tuesday, which will be reserved for special occasions only). I forget what it was called, but it seemed the right thing to do. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy the food, though I liked it about as much as I liked the imitation diego riveras art on the wall--couldn’t really be bothered to form an opinion about it. Which I guess if you are Picasso that is like the worst insult ever. (“Art is supposed to make one feel” –PP-I know I know, it sounds like it should be coming out of a Modern Lovers song.) Anyway, it was fine. Tweaks observed that this is where the white people who have moved into the neighborhood go to feel closer to the neighborhood latino roots. She is not wrong. Next time, I think I’ll check out the pupuseria.

I played Squash on Saturday, and my body can still not move properly. Hmm.

Saturday we had some friends over for dinner. Pamela, Agatha, and Andrew. It was good, Tweaks is a chef, which is something I know I have been over already. It was fittingly appropriate, good food, nice house, good friends, sub-par wine and plastic silverware. Our new friend Andrew brought over some footage of sharks and the combination of beauty and grossness made his esoteric knowledge of the creatures interesting to even me, the most superficially interested person I know.

Dinner was over and we sipped on agathas bottle of wine(it was gross sorry ags), and then headed over to our first party in the neighborhood. Matthew threw a fantastic “under the sea” themed party with a band, trampoline and beer bong in all. A merry time was had by all, and even some post party mischief. Thankfully, the moving transition is slowly disappearing much in the same way that I was disappearing into my couch yesterday during my weekend recovery. There is more to know, but if you want to hear it talk to my assistant so she can arrange a face to face, at which time you will be given the opportunity to compliment me on my rad new haircut.