Joelle said in the early morning on June 17, 2008
Last night I decided to drag myself out of the house for some social interaction before I turned into one of those crazy shut-ins with a bunch of cats and her ass organically fused to the couch. OK, the likelihood of that happening is slim; I’m allergic to cats. But I do have a new fish! I named him Bill. Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh!
So, I sent a last-minute tweet saying I was going to be at the Lamplighter last night, and Daniel (who may consider having his iPhone surgically affixed - hee!) sent me a text that he and Richard were going to “get cute” and meet me there. That was a nice surprise!
I’d arrived just a few minutes before they did and had really only intended to go out for an hour or two, but we ended up staying until like 1am! I had no idea it was so late, but we were having a good time. I sang a bunch of times, though it wasn’t my finest night of song choices. I did “A Fine Romance”, but it was a duet version, which threw me, so I stumbled and lost the melody. I bailed out about half way through. Thank god you can do that in karaoke! Song sucks? You can easily be replaced by some schmo gyrating to “Livin’ on a Prayer”. No worries.
Because it was so noisy in there, my throat is shot today. I sound like Kathleen Turner. That seems to happen every time I go out to sing now, which tells me I need to practice at home a bit more, even warm up. I feel so hoity toity saying that about karaoke, but I don’t want to end up one of those people you hear sing and you think, “Wow, she sounds like she had a really good voice once...”
I sang a few other tunes which were feh. I don’t think I was really feeling it last night, nor was the crowd, really. Not for me, really. Except for this one girl… she was enthusiastic. When I got off the stage and sat down, she shoved the book in my face, “Sing another one! Sing another one! Sing it! Go on! Put it up there! Sing this one! Sing that one! Wow, you can really sing. I wish I had your talent!” And on and on and on and on… It was really sweet and I was very flattered, but holy hell, woman! Step away from the Red Bull and vodka.
Then she got up there and belted out “At a Medium Pace” by Adam Sandler. With feeling.
I had such a good time with Daniel and Richard. They’re so much fun. 
And I got to see chickrawker a bit, too, which was nice. I’ve not seen her in forever… she sang a few songs as well. It was Monster Ballad Monday. Had I known, I would have dug up something from my junior high days. Extreme? Sheriff? Maybe next week…
Joelle said in the evening on June 16, 2008
I’m at karaoke with the dashing Daniel and his hot hot man, Richard. We are singing and cocktailing and having a grand ol’ time. Photos to follow!
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Joelle said in the early morning on June 16, 2008
I was just in the kitchen making myself an omelette. Omelet? Omelett? I say the first, but I digress…
I don’t fancy myself a chef, but I love to cook and am trying to get better at my overall culinary skills. I decided this morning’s breakfast would be devoted to the “egg flip”. So, I got my little 6-inch omelette pan and my Reddi-Egg (seriously, the best cholesterol-free eggs I’ve ever had… better than Egg Beaters and half the price. Trader Joe is my secret lover.). I added a teaspoon of extra virgin olive oil and off I went!
While my eggs set up, I dug around in the fridge for something to put in my omelette. I grabbed some cilantro, some chile verde sauce and a lone slice of pepper jack cheese, which was hidden between the soy milk and the econo-jar of minced garlic.
I checked my eggs and gave it a little zshush to see if it would release from the bottom of the skillet. This is why I love cooking omelettes with olive oil instead of butter, because it never ever sticks and it rarely burns. I decided to go ahead and give it a flip.
Alas, I didn’t notice that there was one pocket on top that wasn’t quite ready to be flipped; it was still a bit too liquidy and the next thing I knew, it was raining eggs. Eggs on the stove, eggs in my hair, eggs on the wall… but dammit, my omelette, what was left of it, landed in the pan! *applause* I let out a little “Yes!”, did a little dance and then wiped Reddi-Egg out of my cleavage.
The bulk of the omelette was fine, there was just about 3 tablespoons that went akimbo, so as the other side sizzled, I added a bit of torn cilantro (coriander for my English friends 
), my slice of cheese and a couple teaspoons of the chile verde, folded it over and after a few minutes, risked another flip.
After a few practice zshushes, I gave it a go. I had no idea eggs were so aerodynamic. That omelette got some height! I was afraid it was going to hit my vent in the ceiling or land on my bar shelf or something, but no, it did a triple Lindy and landed right back in my skillet, unharmed. And the crowd went wild!
Yeah, so I’ll spare you the rest. Let’s just say it was a tasty breakfast. Next up: chopping an onion without bringing up issues from my childhood.
Joelle said in the early morning on June 15, 2008
This is my favorite photo of me and my dad. It was taken in our house in Northern California when I was probably two or three. It’s actually in color, but the photo is so old and discolored, it scanned much better in black and white. I have it sitting in a frame on top of my television, but I think I may try to have it restored. It’s beyond my level Photoshop patience and I’d rather leave it to a professional. Remember when I was talking about Dressy Betsy? I’m holding her in that photo.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I miss you.
Joelle said in the early morning on June 15, 2008
A couple months ago, GFI, Modigli and I hit up a local place called Wine Steals, their new location in Point Loma. While there, I sampled a wine called Saxon Brown. It was white, but I had no idea what kind of white it was… chardonnay, pinot grigio, what? In any case, it was delicious and my favorite of the several different varieties we tried that day. I didn’t end up buying a bottle, but I can’t recall why since I rarely leave there without one. (Their prices are fabulous… great wine for low prices, hence the name.)
I’ve been looking for it ever since whenever I go to the store. I’ve tried various grocery and specialty stores, though I didn’t try the Bevmo, the Church of Liquor. Since I didn’t know what kind of white I was looking for, I was having a hard time browsing for it. There’s a lot of white wine out there!
Well, just now I was perusing one of my daily stops, woot.com and it’s sister site, wine.woot.com. And lo, there was Saxon Brown. Yea, verily, I bought myself the weekly special on the spot. And then I stopped talking all bibley. I’m so excited! This was posted on the 12th and I just lucked out that it’s the weekend and they didn’t switch it yet because with Woot, once it’s gone, it’s gone. Woo hoo!
I’m not a fancy know-it-all wine person. I just know what I like and this stuff was delicious. I highly recommend the Semillion, but I’m looking forward to trying the Syrah Rosé, even though I haven’t had a blush since 1995. If you want some, get it while it’s hot!
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