st patrick's favorite color was actually blue

it’s funny because green is my favorite color and at least 80% (probably an underestimate) of my wardrobe is green, but every year i wake up on march 17 and something inside of me says “let’s wear not green today.” maybe my subconscious likes getting pinched. anyway, i caught myself yesterday. i was wearing pink and brown (and running late i’ll have you know). but i took the extra three minutes to throw on a green shirt instead. no pinches for me.

i have no problem eating green foods on march 17 though. nor does meghan. that’s why we decided to have a green dinner. in high school, i knew a couple of girls who decided to go on a color diet. every day they decided a color and throughout that day, they could only eat foods that were that color. not sure either of them lost weight or got healthier, but i’m sure their urine was interesting on blue day.

here’s the makeup of our deelish spread:

green juice. threw your tastebuds right off because it was actually mango juice. take that tastebuds!

veggie chips (we had to pick out the green ones) with what had potential to be the best green salsa ever. it sadly wasn’t.

green rolls with mint-apple jelly. we had to get the jelly. it was so slime looking. maybe you think it sounds like a good flavor combination but sorry to burst your bubble – it’s not.



we had bamboo rice (who knew that existed??) with the normal green veggies. oh yeah, and green sauce. another tastebud shocker – it was teriyaki. and dreamy.

we made pistachio pudding for dessert, but our stomachs and tongues were plenty green by the time we finished dinner. it’s still sitting in the fridge. sad lonely pudding.

i bet meghan $20 she wouldn’t eat all of the green jelly. (at least we weren’t in public, mom)



the best part was, i ate dinner in pink and brown and meghan was in black and brown. we’re so festive.

mmm pizza

in case you were wondering and are ever in the area, the world’s best new york-style pizza lives in my (soon to be former) apartment complex. it’s magical. and the best part is, they speak spanish…er…maybe not…




p.s. i need to learn why sometimes my phone takes black and white pictures. not that taking a picture of a takeout menu in black and white isn't artistic...

discovering america

meghan and i went to lunch today at hops, which wasn't necessarily my favorite ever, but our waiter (who also wasn't neccessarily my favorite ever) made it entertaining. first of all, his name was church. which made it easy to say things like "i need church's advice" or "church is teaching me how to better serve others" and really mean that.

church seemed to forget about us and didn't come over to our table until after we had not only had time to read and memorize every menu item, but also to make perfect oragami swans out of our napkins. we didn't actually make these swans, but i guess it would have made the time go quicker. meghan had an oragami calendar last year - a new lesson in paper folding everyday...i don't think she learned much but those skills would have been helpful today.

i digress - church finally came over and took our drink orders. when he brought our drinks back, he asked us if we wanted to see something cool. having just come from the denver art museum, which is surprisingly pg-13 rated in some sections, we weren't sure if we wanted to see anything he wanted to show us. he pulled out a photo album and told us how he was the modern day louis and clark. he and a couple of his buddies (i'm guessing their names were synogogue and mosk) made canoes and went on the exact same expedition as louis and clark (minus probably the part when they discovered new plants and animals) on the exact same days of the year. it took them 2.5 years to finish! that immediately explained church's long hair.

i felt priviledged to meet somebody of such history. it's pretty much like i was actually being served by the real louis and/or clark. and that's when i remembered that i was hungry and that church wasn't going to get a big tip because this was taking forever.

papa johns - part ii

this is what we should have done

better ingredients AND better workout incentives

there are two stories to be told here, but i'm going to skim past the first and focus on the second. the first, in a nutshell, includes meghan and i deciding on a beautiful evening to walk to our local blockbuster to drop off a movie. we missed out turn and ended up walking 10 miles roundtrip, instead of the needed 1.2 miles...oops...

the second story starts near the end of the first story. it includes us finally dropping off our video and figuring out dinner. we had been discussing what sounded good for dinner our entire (10 miles if you forgot) walk, but by the time we dropped our video off at roughly 10pm, the thought of going home and putting any effort at all into cooking was just grueling. so, we did what any logical thinking american would do - decided to order a pizza. lucky for us, blockbuster's neighbor is papa johns. all the lights were on, but the door was locked and the closed sign was up.

now i've ordered pizza a lot later than 10pm and knew this was some sort of mistake. i told meghan (i'm a pushy sister...) to call the number posted on the door and tell them we wanted to order a pizza. she did and we heard the phone ring inside the store...AND we heard somebody answer it! we ordered our pizza from the guy we heard both on the phone and through the door. he asked us in surround sound what our delivery address was and we told him we wanted to pick it up..and that we were standing right outside his door.. he said no. dumb. so we gave him our address and started walking home (we still had about a mile to go).

i asked meghan what she would do if we saw our pizza guy pass us and she said nothing because she was too tired to run...but sometimes, what you think you'll do and what you actually do are two different things - it's like when you're in an emergency situation and all of a sudden you're crawling out the window of your car even though you don't consciously think doing that is a good idea and you have no recollection of doing it later (this has never happened to me, but i've heard stories and they're good inspiring stories). anyway, the pizza guy called and introduced himself as "your papa johns guy" (papa johns sure has a way of making you feel like you have servents). he was at our house. so, even though she didn't think she would, meghan started booking it. i tried, but then remembered that i'm blind at night (don't worry, i wear glasses when i drive) and kept tripping on little hills and stuff. i recently broke my elbow running...a story for another day...so, i was a little hesitant and decided i'd catch up after she paid for the pizza (sucker) and just in time to dig in.

our papa johns pizza guy was sitting on our front steps like a homeless man wanting money. poor guy - i wish papa johns would pay their employees more. meghan paid for the pizza while huffing and puffing and the papa johns guy made some comment about working off the calories of the pizza before even eating it...wow...thanks for keeping us trim papa johns guy!