Last night, Rich and I went to see the movie “Extract” – Rotten Tomatoes‘ reviews give it a 62% but I think that it deserves a little better than that even it if the extra points go towards Mila Kunis’ adorable working class wardrobe and smashing wedge sandals. But seriously, I thought it was witty.

This week, we played a round of mini golf at Peter Pan. I decided that I was up for the challenge and truly thought that this game would be mine for the win! Poorly mistaken with a final score of 57 (not counting a few gracious “re-dos”) to 53 – Congratulations Rich! I would like a rematch on the easy course.

Also this week, I found myself in a place that reminded me of the “good” times – high school and my first post-undergrad job. We were sitting at table outside of Starbucks which was placed near a table of giggly tweens whom grabbed my attention with their conversation about God and then again when it switched to a conversation about designer labels, Gucci bags and Louis wallets (which each girl presented to the table as if on cue). Designer labels which, according to one girl, should not be identified when discussing what you are wearing (i.e. the girl at school who says she is wearing Ugg boots – not just boots) as if such modesty is upheld in their clique (probably not – i.e. during a deep discussion about tights, the one girl said that the other girls tights were from Target which quickly resulted in a halt, turn and glare followed by boisterous clarification across the promenade that they were in fact Michael Kors). An iPhone break was taken with a second or third round of coffees and then half of the girls left the other half for the evening. I saw some fake smiles and then, once the coast was clear, eye contact among the remaining girls and, like clockwork, all the “ills” about the girls who left begin. I say that it reminded me of the cattiness of high school and woes of working in hoity suburbs – and if these were my students, I would love to tell them that one day these things don’t matter and that all of the nonsense ceases to exist. But I think that that would be untrue. Ten years later and the only thing I think has changed is that now I do not care if my tights come from Target and I think Louis wallets are gaudy (but, that being said, if you were to look in the shoe box on the shelf in my closet, you might just see a small wallet with monogrammed with L’s and V’s).

On a less superficial note, Rich has just brought to my attention a new website with a big heart – Yellow Bird Project – the indie bands we love + charities they support =  swag for us + giving to causes we care about. I am a particular fan of The National + Safe Space.