Showing posts with label life in la. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life in la. Show all posts

pie caramba!

Pi day was last Friday, and because I'm way geekier than I'd like to admit, I was excited about hosting my annual Pie Day Party.  AKA the one day of the year I have more than three people over and I don't even make them use coasters.  Living crazy, guys.  (But you still have to take off your shoes, let's not be ridiculous now).

It was a serious carb/sugar overload, but in the best possible way.  I got diabetes from the Tollhouse cookie pie, dirt pie, apple cheddar pie, and banana cream pie.  The savory represented with steak and ale pie, frito pie (so redneck, but so delightful), and good ol' pizza pies.  And there were "pie themed" cocktails to add to the festivities.

Yeah, that's a "donut pie".  The pie requirements are pretty loose.


Photo Credit: CocktailTimes.com

Lemon Pie-Inspired Cocktails
- Rim the class with coarse sugar.
- In a cocktail shaker, mix several cubes of ice, the juice of half a small lemon, one shot of vodka, half shot of triple sec, and a tablespoon of sugar*.
- Pour chilled, and if you're fancy, garnish with lemon slices.

*It's way worth it to make simple syrup so you don't end up with globs of sugar at the bottom of your Solo cup.

platinum lining

I feel like life has been cloudy and overcast lately.  Forget the silver lining people always mention-- I'm aiming for better than that.  I decided to jump on the bandwagon known as 100happydays.  Find a moment in your day that makes you smile, capture it on film, (filter the hell out of it), and appreciate the moment.  I guess it's my 2014 version of 30 by 30.

I'm totally new to the world of Instagram (stalk me-- IG: shailasabrina), joining about four years after anyone else who knows how to use a computer.  When the hell to people use the "Kelvin" filter??  You can see my daily posts there, but I'll be posting a weekly round-up here, for the two people who read my blog.


day 1 of #100happydays
stopping to smell the flowers, Huntington Gardens

right jab, left hook, kick to the ribs

My boxing gloves are hot pink.  Don't you dare judge.
(Photo taken at Classic Kickboxing)

I didn't think I'd ever be a "regular" at the gym.  The wine bar, neighborhood boutique, even the smoothie bar at the Whole Foods around the corner, yeah, totally.

But here I am, nearly every night of the work week, hair pulled back, hands wrapped, ready to clear my mind of the day.  And afterwards, I feel like a new person!

Evidently, beating the crap out of a punching bag can do wonders for a gal's sanity.

almost famous

This past Sunday, my friend L generously gave me her season tickets to check out the Clippers/Raptors game.  

Baller seats... Thanks, L!

It was a perfect game day afternoon at the Staples Center, with stale nachos and gourmet chocolate popcorn between quarters. 

Hiding the popcorn and nachos out of frame...

Obviously, watching the game live is infinitely better than catching it on TV-- the excitement, the players, the crazy fans.  But the bonus is the Jumbotron instead of commercials!  

Game time!


And guess what!  I was on TV!!  I know, I'm like a celebrity now. 


Being famous.

folk rock


at the hollywood bowl
monday night picnic followed by a great show
 

"And I came home
Like a stone
And I fell heavy into your arms
These days of darkness
Which we've known
Will blow away with this new sun

And I'll kneel down
Wait for now
And I'll kneel down
Know my ground

And I will wait, I will wait for you" 

mad men mixology

Though my M-F in undergrad consisted of endless hours deciphering code and solving discrete math problem sets, my weekends in college were typically spent at sorority parties holding red plastic cups filled with cranberry vodkas or amaretto sours.  Don't judge, I was young.  Vodka is still my punishment of choice, but apparently, these days, I'm supposed to be ordering drinks with a sophisticated name.

Thankfully, LA does not lack for fancy cocktail bars and I didn't mind checking out a few more to cross this particular task off my 30 by 30.  Last summer, I went to The Bazaar by José Andrés and had some of the most spectacular drinks.  This holiday season, they are offering a series of "Cocktail Fundamentals" classes and I decided to check out "The Cocktails of Mad Men".

 The Bazaar Mixology

hardly strictly bluegrass


"Lovely girl won't you stay, won't you stay, stay with me/
All my life I was blind, I was blind, now I see..."
-Big Parade

The Lumineers' Playlist

the lumineers @ the music box in hollywood
great acoustics, stellar show


hipsterfest 2012

JK and I (and every plaid-wearing, cutoff jeans-sporting kid in Los Angeles) spent the weekend at FYF, an outdoor indie music festival in DTLA.

Two full days saturated with dust, hipsters, and some great music-- it was a pretty rad way to close out the summer.


 

Playlist includes Tanlines, Sleigh Bells,Beirut, M83, Twin Shadow, and James Blake.

excuses

People in Los Angeles are flaky, in particular, members of the opposite sex.  Granted, I don't meet quality boys who have their act together (really, you're unemployed and live with your parents?), so I shouldn't be surprised.

Recently, I broke all my rules and had plans to get drinks with a co-worker.  I KNOW.  This goes against pretty much everything I've said about dating within the ivy-covered gates of the studio.

sand between my toes


Point Dume (more like Point Awesome)

On the days that LA might seem sort of sucky, drive towards the water.


California Gurls (feat Snoop Dogg) by Katy Perry on Grooveshark  
"You could travel the world/But nothing comes close/To the golden coast" 
- California Gurls, Katy Perry

only in la

Guys!!  I hung out with Adam Levine last week!!!

Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration...

I went to a live taping for the blind auditions on "The Voice" last week and stared down my celebrity crush alevine.


Yes, that's a bit more accurate.


la inked


Photo Credit: punkrockrat's Flickr

Really?  Did I really do this?!


it's gonna be a bright sunshine-y day

Summer Afternoon at Redondo Beach

this is not ok, cupid


I've met a lot of winners in the LA dating scene.  Here are some of my favorites over the past few months: 

The Young One
I had to get my phone fixed at the Sprint store and chatted with the cashier guy who asked me out for a drink.  And then this happened:

Him:  "Can I see the name on your ID to make sure it matches the credit card?"
Me: *hands ID*
Him: "Oh, damn... Uhh, I thought you were like, 23 or 24..."

Sweetie, you did that in the wrong order.  Card them, and then ask them out.  Otherwise, you might get punched in the stomach.

30 by 30: the cliffnotes version

Taking a hiatus from the blog meant that I wasn't tracking my 30 by 30 so well.  Sadly, this means I may have fallen a little behind schedule.  But here's the short version of what I have accomplished (and I apologize for the lack of pictures):

- attempt a sport I haven't tried before
I own yoga pants that have never actually been to yoga.  It's cool-- go ahead and judge.

During the week, from 12-1, you can typically find me eating paninis and not at the free yoga classes by the lagoon.  So I sacrificed the grilled chicken sandwiches for stretching and breathing.  This lasted approximately two weeks.  I prefer less peace/serenity and more cardio/head-pounding.  Sports I still want to try: surfing, skiing, parkour, and martial arts.

- learn to use power tools
I had an ambitious plan-- to build my own headboard.  How great would that be?  I borrowed tools and printed out plans.  But let's be realistic, I'm good at the math required to build the frame, but like, circular vs jig saws?!  I really just need to know Tools101.  I learned to change out drill bits, etc. and was able to use my new skills hanging up curtains and assembling furniture.  We'll save the headboard for when I don't have to build it on my tiny balcony.

London's Big Ben
- get another stamp in my passport
So, AK1 was supposed to come to LA for another foodie trip.
Him: "Hey.. I was looking up tickets to visit, but do you want to go to London instead?"
Me:  "London?  Seriously?  Uhh.." *pause*
Me:  "Yeah, actually, I would!"

Unfortunately, my passport happened to be expired, so getting this stamp was a bit more complicated than anticipated.  But after spending an entire day at the LA Passport Agency (worse than DMV and dentist's office combined), we took a whirlwind four-day trip to see the sites, eat some food, and spend 1.7 times more on everything than we realized.


toto, we aren't in kansas anymore

My neighborhood, after the Santa Ana winds this week:

$2.2 Million Dollar Home that just closed escrow.
It totally sucks to be these people.


It also sucks to be the guy who owns this Mercedes.
Also, why is your baller car not in a covered garage?

Apparently, concrete poles can snap in half.
But that's ok, because the light still works!


You know, in case your morning commute isn't already long enough.

Pictures from the LA Times.  See entire gallery (with better captions) here:


girls just wanna have fun

My old college roommate called me on Thursday night:
JKM: "Is it too last minute to show up in LA for the weekend?"

Piles of laundry can be pushed to the corner, errands can always be run later, and unsurprisingly, I'm always willing to put off book club pick for yet another week.  A last minute weekend of good eats and great company sounded much more appealing.

We avoided the serious life matters on hand and instead explored the city, with an emphasis on food & drink. 

baby, it's cold outside

Los Angeles hasn't yet made up it's mind if it's officially Fall.  I mean, last weekend I spent my Sunday poolside, enjoying a cup of frozen yogurt.  Unfortunately, retailers don't seem to care-- the stores are kept arctic cold, convincing you that you need all of the beautiful winter coats on the mannequins.  (Even though you know temperatures outside hover around 65 degrees.)

Impractical Winter Lust List



clogged arteries

I love truck food.  I love fair food.

I basically love any type of battered, deep-fried, overpriced, heart-clogging food on a stick.  Followed by some type of battered, deep-fried dessert, blanketed with powdered sugar.











So I've spent the past few weekends exploring deliciousness on both coasts.

we're not sheep

picnic!
Summers in LA aren't long enough-- mornings at the farmer's markets, weekends at the beach, and evenings exploring the city.  It's only the start of September, but retailers are already pushing fall upon us.  Well, I'm just not ready for pumpkin pie spice and corduroy yet.
 
So this past Saturday, I checked out Cinespia at Hollywood Forever Cemetery for one of the last outdoor screenings of the season.  After a delicious picnic of wine-cheese-and-more-wine, we settled under the blankets to watch Edward Scissorhands beneath the stars.

I kind of love this movie; it might even rank it in my top five.  It's horror/romance, whimsy/wonder, loneliness/love, satire/fairy tale.  It shows that fairy tales might not end in happily-ever-after.  Life isn't always what you expect.  And yet, somehow, it all still works out.

Edward Scissorhands- Ice Dance/Snow Scene
aka Best Scene of the Movie

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