Misanthrope -- that's me. Part deux.

This past weekend my absolute "favorite" person was my mail carrier. S/he has successfully misdelivered packages/envelopes/etc. addressed to moi to all the wrong places, and no not just to someone down the hall but to people in buildings down the street. Maybe it's not s/he but the little troll making a muck of things in the USPS truck (oh UPS you're next.)

Also on notice: the supervisor at my local post office. I was told Friday or Saturday (at the latest) I would be contacted re the whereabouts of my missing package. Monday the tool calls me and says, "mistakes happen, but they rarely happen around here." That afternoon I get two pieces of mail that don't belong to me, and it's no surprise it's someone's bank statement who of course doesn't live in my building. Day later, turns out they have my package, but they didn't realize this till four days of me and Alex hounding them to the point where I'd just about given up. Apparently, the person who went down to the post office to get MY package didn' t realize it wasn't addressed to him/her until after opening it. To top it off, a post card addressed to my place was delivered up the street to an aquaintence's residence yesterday. She doesn't even live in an apartment building but a townhouse. The only thing we have in common is our zip code.

Forget Regret...

Rent is coming out on DVD and I might just have to put it in on my NETFLIX to hear that song again! La vie boheme!! Story of my life, except I do pay rent on credit. So really it's la vie de - bum. (side note: Does anyone know what happened to B.U.M. equipment? Remember how that was a popular apparel in the late 80s/90s?)

Is it supposed to be hot or cold?

The sun's out and it looks glorious and even though there's snow everywhere, it feels warm enough to wear one less layer and/or sans gloves and hat. Next day: The sun's out and it looks glorious but it's freezing cold and the wind comes up and around you blowing through your coat and knocking off your hat!

Guacamole - mi amore!

Ever since we had homemade guac at Laura and Rob's superbowl partay, it's all I can think about! I can make this delicacy myself but having it made tableside for me, now that's a treat. (FRIENDS, and you know who you are: LET's GO!) I must be hungry because everything I blog about lately concerns food. Consider this month a gastronomical tour de force!

Mission: Bahn Mi

Say what you will about foie gras -- I love this sandwich!! (You can get one w/o the foie gras and it's still pretty good, granted there are plenty of crunchy pickled vegetables, cilantro, and some de-seeded jalapeno slices) The last time I had one was 2 years ago -- well not unless you count this January when I flew down from SF to OC for two days to devour this very special Vietnamese Sandwich at Le Diplomat -- but 2 months, 2 years, it's all relative. Apparently there's a place in NYC that might just satisfy my craving.

Some more pix for your viewing pleasure