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What a lovely day. Took

What a lovely day. Took myself to breakfast, then stopped at Urban Bean and grabbed a latte to go. Took it to my new favorite spot: a sunny hilltop near my apartment that looks out over Lake Harriet. I keep a collapsible chair in my trunk, and lately I've been stopping at this spot to read and hang out on nice afternoons. It feels like leaving town, that spot. But, it's only a couple of blocks from where I live.

Left my spot after finishing The Secret History, which I'm reading for a book club my aunt invited me to join. Not sure if a "book club" is really my thing, but I'll try anything once. I'd like to start a reading club, where people get together somewhere and read, but don't have to read the same book or talk about it. It would just be cool to have a set place and time where you meet up with some people for some reading, plus seeing what other people are reading may spark your interest and cause you to pick up a book you otherwise might not. At any rate, we'll see how this book club goes; the only thing I don't like so far is the pressure of having to finish a book before the meeting.

Went to the consignment store and got a saucy new pair of pants (for only twelve bucks!), which I might wear tonight. I'm going to Oddfellow's for dinner with MJ and Mopsa. Then they want to go to Boom! (the bar next door), then the '90's (Sound familiar? Yes, it's the same damn route Mopsa and I went on with her last out-of-town guests. It's the gay bar tour!). Then, they want to go to Gender Blur after that. Argh! It's a Sunday night! What's a party girl to do?

Posted October 13, 2002 5:13 PM

 

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Hey, what kind of pants? Please supply full details.Speaking of books, I started reading Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates. It's the general story of Marilyn Monroe but Oates takes various liberties with the facts. I guess it's a fictionalized biography, along the lines of what Gore Vidal did with Lincoln. However, Oates uses the Monroe story as a metaphor for the myths of American culture. It's kinda like inserting Norma Jean Baker into The Great Gatsby. It totally bangs. I commend it to the House.

Ah, the sweet pants.They're cream colored: some sort of shiny satiny fabric with crazy paisley designs that are also cream. It's like tone-on-tone tapestry or something. Actually, it looks like fabric you might see on a couch. A very sexy couch.Hot!

So next time I'm in Minneapolis - can I crash on your couch?