Sickness DAY 2

I woke up a bit earlier yesterday... (something to be said for sleeping 18 hours) and turned on my phone for instructions to walk Stella. Tilly was, unfortunately, at the dog shrink, for trying to eat a Pomeranian. (I mean, come on, doesn't that sound like an appetizer? I'd eat a Pomeranian too if it was on the menu...)

Stella and I went out for some lo-key, slow moving walkies. Pretty seed* if I do say so myself. We got back and both of us lounged on the couch. All day. Because I hate moving when my throat hurts.

I watched How I Met Your Mother *extremeexcitement*! I love that show!

When Heidi and Tilly came back, we made plans for some risotto along with some awesome roasted cauliflower for dinner. To get the goods to make this awesome dinner, Heidi dropped me off at the Haight Street Market. Enter awkward grocer who has no idea how to pick up women.

Grocer: Hey, whatchya doin' with those prawns?

Henna: Making dinner...?

Grocer: Oh yea?

Henna: Yea?

*Insert another awkward man who unwittingly tried to cut everyone else in line*

Grocer: Oh man, people like that. So unaware of everything, you know?

Henna: *awkward laugh* Yea, totally... I deal with people like that at my job too...

Grocer: *insert awkward "Oh, where do you work? Grilled cheese? Awesome man! I love grilled cheese, I'll have to come check you out." here*

Henna: Oh... yea... you definitely should...

*side note: I don't blame the man who accidentally cut in line. This grocer was chaaaatty. Couldn't get away without it being totttaaallly awkward.

So dinner was yummy, then I swallowed some Ben & Jerry's cherry garcia fro-yo, because that %&$@ is awesome for sore throats!


*seed: awesome, legendary, etc.


Mini Food Post!

Some food from work that I have consumed for lunch. Yuuum.

 Mousetrap with tomato soup and the ginger lemon soda

Butterscotch Pecan Blondie (My weakness)

I'm Skipping Monday 'Cause I Don't Remember

As you can see from the title of this post, I don't remember much from Monday. SO THIS'LL BE QUICK.

I went to work with my new shoes and had a lovely lunch of Mousetrap and tomato soup. I made part of the mac n cheese for Tuesday and went home. We went to Nopalito for dinner. (Yum.)

ON TO TUESDAY! (This will also be unfortunately brief.)

I GOT SICK! Sore throat, swollen glands, spacey-ness, the works. So I passed out on the couch and slept for most of the day while chugging glasses of water. Don't remember much. Woot!


Don't Judge?

I had this totally awesome walk at work on Sunday. It was a hobble-bounce-flounce around the restaurant. My shoes were still giving me trouble so I went to Sketchers after work. I needed something with cushy stuff, so I got the shoes with Kim Kardashian advertising them. Yes, I got Shape-Ups.

NOW, before we go into heavy judgement mode, I'd like to mention a couple of things. 1) They make me about 5'4" 2) They have arch support, which my other shoes did not have. SO YEA. (I'm currently looking for a sharpie to erase "Shape-Up" on the front and sides.)

So now I can walk! Hoorah!

Heidi and I took the dogs for a walk through the Castro, which was many varying shades of drunk. Very, very drunk. For those of you who didn't know, the Gay Pride Parade was on Sunday. One guy excitedly stopped us to pet Stella.
"His name is Smokey! He's the reincarnate of my dog, everything! I love this dog. I mean, I like [Tilly], but this dog is my favorite."
"Her name is Stella--"
"No it's not! It's Smokey!"


As we turned around to head home, we walked through the Lower Haight and came upon the very new restaurant, Wing Wings and got the orange miso and the buffalo sauces. The orange miso was freakin' delicious.

After consuming the delicious bit of dead bird, Nate persuaded us to watch Anvil: The Story of Anvil with him. Don't ask me what it's about. I fell asleep. :)




So after waking up at the crack o' dawn after the wedding party and heading to work, I discovered something completely and totally tragic.

My shoes suck.

Why do they suck? (I know you're probably wondering desperately.) It's because I wear converse. SHUSH, CONVERSE LOVERS, LET ME FINISH. It's because there is absolutely no cushioning/padding/anything to support the arches of my feet. Therefore, my feet hurt like a canine of the feminine persuasion. mehehehe, did you catch that?

But the crowning moment of yesterday was a midnight showing of "The Room" at the Red Vic on Haight Street. "The Room" has been credited as the worst movie ever made. Tommy Wiseau spent 6 million of his own dollars on this film because no studio would take it (he always wanted to be the lead actor, the director, the producer and the head writer... strange man).

IT WAS LIKE ROCKY HORROR. Audience participation out the wazoo, throwing spoons all over the place, yelling things like "Sestoterone" and "Cancer". It was hysterical, but also sad. It was the last time "The Room" will be shown at the Red Vic because they are going out of business. The last movie they're showing will be "Harold and Maude". "Harold and Maude" is the story of the original cougar (to quote Heidi).

Simple Awesomeness.