L. Lee

Veggie curry for cold snowy nights

Minestrone + French cheese + pate?  Why not? 

Nutty bread + focacia + homemade apricot jam?  Why not? 

Been eating some variation of this meal for the past week.  With heaps of Sriracha sauce. 

The LA Times has an article on teens inviting dates to school dances in creative, elaborate ways.  Don’t they know that this has been going on for yeeeears?  Like, since I was in high school ten years ago? 

In 2002, a boy asked my friend to prom by giving her a big fish tank filled with fish.  “Out of all the fish in the sea, you’re the only one for me,” the accompanying note said.  Another friend made lots of enormous cookies that spelled out the question: Will you go to prom with me? 

When I was in the 11th grade, I went to Santa Clara with my school’s Future Business Leaders of America for a national conference.  On the second day, our faculty adviser pulled Gloria, one of my hotel roommates, out of a session.  Later that evening, when I went back to our room, I noticed that it was a lot cleaner than we had left it that morning.  I also saw the trail of rose petals that led up to my bed, where there were more roses.  Sitting in the middle of all the flowers was a teddy bear and a note.  It was one of those Build-A-Bear teddies, the one where you squeeze a body part and a recorded message plays out.  The fact that I didn’t know what was going on until I opened the note shows how oblivious I was to such things.  I was also mortified to discover, all of a sudden, that there were lots of people in the hotel room by this time, including the senior boy who had devised the whole thing and the teacher who had helped him. 

The card said something really sweet about wanting to go to prom with me.  And the bear — the bear’s message I’ve completely blocked from my memory.  (I couldn’t bear to throw it away though, so it stayed in the corner of my closet for years).

If I had had time to think about it, I would have said yes and gone to prom with this boy, who was so nice and smart and obviously thoughtful.  But I was shocked and taken aback and embarrassed to be in the spotlight like that.  I felt duped (by the faculty adviser and my friend) rather than cheerfully surprised.  Later, I heard that the boy ended up skipping the dance.

But karma has its ways, though, because by the time my own senior prom rolled around, I was in for it.  I went with someone I absolutely did not care for, had a fight with a girlfriend that left us not speaking to each other for years, and went home early and sad.

Furthest thing from it

Little things, like pretty blue tiles. 

I have the beginnings of a cold now. My goal is to stay warm and cozy all day and kick it away.  I bet if I could have some tacos, I’d be okay. 

Stairway to heaven