OK, so I haven’t blogged in a ridiculously long time. Not that I haven’t had anything to say. Oh I’ve had plenty of great ideas that will sadly remain as such. But let me catch you up. Work, boyfriend, football season, work, holidays, hockey season, re-enrolled in school, found a new obsession with my lawn and garden, spent St. Patty’s day in Chicago, ate some crawfish, and here it is already BASEBALL season and here I am wondering where the hell the time went. Pretty much the same ol’ same ol’. Except I haven’t painted, I haven’t written and I haven’t seen any live music to speak of since……actually I’m not sure and that is a problem. I did however get to hear the new Thieves Like Us album thanks to a friend who has yet again rescued me from my creative abyss. (album is awesome BTW)
At any rate, the first thing I want to say is Austinites – if you haven’t been to Roll On Sushi on Burnet, you are missing out. I had the opportunity to go their yesterday and their food is top notch. They call it fusion. I call it yum. Clever ideas, even more clever names like the “Guaca-Rolly” and the “Make it Rain-bow” roll. Even more fun are the non-traditional rolls like the “Cholesta-Roll”, the “Beefy Texan” and the “Rolltallion Stallion”. I could go on and on, but the best thing to do is just go in and check it out. It’s about as unpretentious as you can get and the staff is treats you like they’ve known you for years. If you can get there between 4-7 they have some great happy hours specials and off the menu selections that are to die for. We turned a couple of sushi skeptics into raving fans and advocates. I think that says it all.
So a good night, right? Right! Then on my way home I stopped at my neighborhood HEB. (For you non-Texans, this is the predominant grocery chain in the area) I didn’t have much to purchase so I used the handbasket which I set on the conveyor belt at the checkstand. The checker had walked away so I read a text or two while waiting for her to return. All of a sudden I hear a melodramatic sigh that caused me to look up and come face to face with what I assume was a person, but all I could really see was the inch of black liquid eyeliner. Eyeliner girl proceeds to roll the eyes I THINK are under there and say in what I can only describe as a disinterested-Kardashian-pseudo-Valley Girl whine, “so….are you going to be unloading your basket?” I stare at her blankly. She goes on to say “because, I can’t scan your items if you don’t take them out of the basket….” We had a sort of stand off that MAY have ended in us both reaching for the basket and me taking it out of her hand and saying something along the line of “you just stand there and look pretty and I’ll do the work for you”.
You know that moment when you hear yourself saying something and you realize that you have become your parents? I’m there! I am telling stories and making statements that start with “back in my day…” and “when I was your age…” and that right there is the most horrifying thing. Almost as horrifying as the music I grew up with making it into the regular rotation of classic rock and oldies stations. Ouch. But I digress (look! squirrel!) and things really are different these days. My grandma would be horrified. And the worst part is that when I made the crack, eyeliner girl didn’t even seem to get what I was saying. Not a clue. I guess I should have used the Kardashian voice.
With my soap-box rant over, I’m off to enjoy my Friday afternoon. You should do the same.
lifeasthatgirl 