Tombstone + Pasta + Wine = A Pretty Great Night

I hope you agree. And if not, then you might be reading the wrong blog.

Things are happening around here. Good things.

And I’m not just talking about my new lipstick, which I love. (In case you care- it’s Chanel. It’s part of their Rouge Allure line and the color is “Incandescente.” In short, it’s amazing!)

Summer has been lovely, but I can feel the [Santa Ana] winds changing and I’m happy. I’ve had a great few months, but they have nothing on what’s to come. So far, as I have mentioned on numerous occasions, 30 has been mighty fine. Apart from the pressure I feel to apply a heavier night cream, not much has changed. Except for the fact that I have a great introductory sentence to all opinions…”Now that I’m 30 years old…*

So apart from spending my nights eating pasta, drinking wine, and watching Tombstone, what has changed? For the first time in MONTHS I feel like cooking. And even more surprisingly, I have the urge to put on my sneakers and run. I recognize that most people are more active in the summer than any other time of the year. But for me, the opposite is true — I just want to sit in the sun and drink margaritas.** Now that the first signs of fall are starting to appear, I feel like I’m waking up from a long, lazy hibernation.

And it feels so good.

*I recognize that this is going to get old. Quick. But now that I’m 30, I don’t care.

**Note: I WANT to do this. It doesn’t mean I necessarily do.

What To Do When You Lose Your Job


Call your Mom.

Drink wine. Lots of it.

Consider managing your Fantasy Football team as a full-time job.

Let your boyfriend cook you dinner. And bring flowers. And wine. (This is less of something to do, and more of a bonus).

Alas, in the past few days I have found myself doing all of the above.

And yet, I’m not feeling too bad for myself. I’ve decided to use this as an opportunity to find something to do that I love. I’m not sure quite what that means yet, but I’m certain I’ll find it.

In the meantime, I’m finally getting a hankering to get back in the kitchen. Peanut butter sandwiches have been good to me this week, but there’s a butternut squash on my counter that is SCREAMING for me to do something with it.

I’ve clearly got the time….