The Number Five

Here are 5 things, in no particular order, that I would like to share tonight.

1. I miss Conan.  Leno is not my cup o’ tea.

2. I extremely dislike the taste of hyrdorgen peroxide.  Crest White strips are no exception.

3. I was on the news today.  I haven’t seen the story yet, but I’ve had 20+ people text and/or email me saying they did.  They were doing a story in my favorite doughnut shop, and I happened to show up during the taping.

4. I love using those blue drop-in tablets in my toilets.  Word to the wise: don’t touch the blue tablet with your bare hands.

5. I am officially addicted to “Las Vegas Jailhouse.”  It’s worth your time.

That’s all for now.

My lovely friend Miss Danielle Marriott had a show in tonight’s gallery stroll. Her work is awesome, and I couldn’t be more proud. If you’re in town, check it out at the Stolen & Escaped gallery below Frosting Darling. It should be up for at least the next three weeks.  It’s not a waste of time.

A couple weeks ago my friend Erica asked me if I had ever tried the Chinese buffet here in town.  I answered no.  Then she told me they have a clown on Monday nights… and the I asked when we were going.

The “Chinese Gourmet” is one of those places you see so often, but never think try. There’s just something about 40 feet of neon love screaming at you, that makes it easy to skip*.   With the clown revelation, we decided it was time to go.

What I didn’t expect to see was the incredable variety of foods.  I mean, spring rolls, fried rice, scones,  and Mac ‘n Cheese at the same station? Genius.

After our first “real” round of food, we decided (kind of by accident), to have a ridicouls plate round. Erica came up big with the spring roll, mashed potatoes & gravy, cobbler and Jell-O plate.

I went for all yellow.

I dare say it was a success….well, except the clown was a no show.  At least there’s always the future.

*Last year the marquee proclaimed that David Archuletta could eat there for free, for life.

I spent last evening with a friend in down town SLC at a new event called “Craft Lake City.”  The witty-tittled event is a an ‘09 approach to get kids out of their houses and enjoying the summer weather while shopping local. The artisans were fantastic…and very, very hip.

Talking to another friend tonight, I realized the name didn’t really sound all that great:

4Reale, “Dude, craft lake city?  Sound likes a lot of toll-painting and cross stitch.:

I’m happy to report I did not see one item from either of those disciplines.

1. Woke up in a panic when I heard the garbage truck on my street.  Who knew my city was the only one in the country that actually picked up today?  I missed the garbage, caught the recycle.

2. Due to harsh wake-up, couldn’t get back to sleep…. so I weeded in the front yard, in my PJs.

3. Framed 9 pictures, with the frames I’ve aquired over the last week.

4. Showered.

5. Enjoyed a lovely Italian Soda and Red Velvet cupcake with Dre and friend outside.  Great people watching, great to be in the sun. (Note: When sitting in the sun for the first time of the year, roll up your sleeves to avoid a horrible farmer’s tan line. In the future, i’ll actually follow this advice.)

6. Pedicure…from hell.  The lady went nut-so on my nails and legs.  I’m not completely convinced I won’t wake up with bruised shins tomorrow.

7. Lunch on a patio, with more friends.  (Fantastic Diet Coke drinking).

8.  Failed errand attempts at 1 last frame.  Shrug.

9. Short Nap.

10. Cut and modified impossible to frame print.  I’m still not satisfied.

11. Epic battle with garage door opener remote.  I failed…this time.  I think Google is finally going to give me the uperhand.

12. Finally hung my CD racks, but I’m not sure if it’s successful.  I may or may not have drilled a hole that was entirely too big, in my wall.

And now, I will sleep, and not be depressed that it’s back to the grind tomorrow.

Last week while driving to lunch I saw an unusual sight: In a parking lot adjacent to a busy road stood a statue-like, burly cowboy looking man holding a larger than average sign in his hands. On it was written, meticulously, “Hand Blown Glass Horses.” I was confused for a moment until his body no longer obstructed my view of his perfectly kept 80’s era Ford pick-up truck upon whose hood stood dozens upon dozens of glass horse figurines. Who knew such a rough man, could be such an artist?

Only in Salt Lake kids, only in Salt Lake.