How was your week, guys
? I saw this fantastic
dance performance, workedworkedwroteworked, brunched with some of my favorite ladies, and attended a lip-sync contest/birthday party. So much fun!Links for you!
I love this. Uber Cab Confessions.
Doing this job, I learned quickly that there’s an unspoken contract between driver and passenger, and it has two primary clauses. First: I promise to get you safely and comfortably from Point A to Point B. Second, and just as important: I vow to look the other way while you, say, make out in the backseat (that happened) or refer a friend to your coke dealer (that, too). It’s an understanding, arrived at with no words: We’ll never see each other again, therefore you may act like an animal. The job can also be pretty lonely. Late one night, I stopped at a 7-Eleven for a cup of coffee, and I found myself all too happy to chat with a traffic cop who looked like Retta from Parks and Rec and who warned me not to put French-vanilla creamer in my coffee. “There’s something wrong with milk that doesn’t need to be refrigerated,” she said. “That fake milk will kill you.”
I will be sending this
My dude jokingly calls me a bower bird because I’m always secret cleaning people’s houses and feathering any given next. This
is what an actual bower bird nest looks like, so color me flattered.
I send thank-you cards to all my clients
so I go through cards like whoa. I should buy a box of these
Like any good hipster, I love Wes Anderson movies – so I loved this interview
with his music supervisor.
I’ve got six years till I’m in my forties, but I still enjoyed this post
There are no grown-ups. We suspect this when we are younger, but can confirm it only once we are the ones writing books and attending parent-teacher conferences. Everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently.
There are no soul mates. Not in the traditional sense, at least. In my 20s someone told me that each person has not one but 30 soul mates walking the earth. (“Yes,” said a colleague, when I informed him of this, “and I’m trying to sleep with all of them.”) In fact, “soul mate” isn’t a pre-existing condition. It’s an earned title. They’re made over time.