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Remember the time I was going to update this while I studied for the bar?

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Bar Study

I am now officially studying for the Bar Exam. So far I have done 15 minutes of Real Property and I am already on Tumblr. Nice.

I am turning my bar studying into an opportunity to visit Seattle cafes (as if I need the excuse).

Today: Victrola on 15th Ave E. 

Coffee: A-. Ethiopian something-fancy French Press. This is really good and better than there espresso.

Service: A. They’re always nice. 

Internet: B-. Spotty, pages loading slowly. Is playing my Bar videos ok. Perhaps this is for the best, since I will have less internet to distract me.

Space: A. Good tables. Outlets.

Music: B+. Good music, but the volume is questionable. A tad too loud, but then again is drowning out other noise ok. I’m unsure really, what I think.

Temperature: A. I’m comfortable. I am difficult to please in this regard.

Clientele: A-. Everyone seems pretty chill. But there’s this one guy with an awful voice who won’t stfu. 

Verdict: I already knew I’d be studying here often. I’m mostly doing this to waste time. I’m glad I have found their French Press’s to be better than there espresso.

Photo to come once I have a phone again. womp womp.

DC Botanical Gardens

DC Botanical Gardens

Spent last weekend in Philly, PA! I have never been, and I thought it was a fantastic city.

Some highlights:

Mutter Museum: Museum of medical oddities (no pictures allowed). Really interesting and a great size if you don’t have a whole lot of time. I started at the Rocky steps (Art Museum) and walked there, which was a beautiful walk. Some of my favorite exhibits included a skeleton of a woman after wearing corsets for her whole life (eek!), an exhibit on skin diseases (so cray), and an exhibit on siamese twins! 

City Hall: Awesome building.

Street Art: I loved how there was so much public art everywhere. Supposedly graffitiing started in Philly, and one way to stop it was to paint large murals on the sides of buildings. There was also a bunch of tile art. I thought it gave the city a lot of personality and spunk.

Reading Terminal Market: So insane! Completely crowded, more food stands and markets than you can imagine. I thought it was vibrant and exciting, although not the best place for a three year old. 

Love park: small, but cute and a great place to eat lunch and see a view of the city!

Independence Hall: history is cool, yo. Liberty bell, the old colonial houses, Benjamin Franklin museum and grave, Betty Ford house, etc etc. 

Eastern State Penitentiary: I just love this shit. I loved how the audio tour was narrated by Steve Buscemi. Al Capone stayed there. It started the original solitary confinement system and was fascinating to see. Apparently they turn it into a haunted house at Halloween, I’d love to go!

A really fun weekend overall! I left thinking “I have to come back sometimes, there is just so much more to see.”

I went to see Aziz Ansari at DAR Constitution Hall (because this is DC and venues are named such things) on Friday. I am not actually a Parks and Recs fan, or maybe I am, I don’t know, because I’ve never watched it, but this guy just seems funny. And he was. It was a great show. Those heads you see at the bottom of the screen were a bunch of white dudes who Aziz was constantly indirectly mocking (you know, jokes about the backwards baseball wearing dude at a bar that’s all “back up bro, or we got a problem” and jokes about being in da club) but of course they didn’t get it and only cheered more loudly at those jokes as if to say “Yeah! Bros in da club are da best! Yeah!” but I digress. 
The opener was hilarious and I can not for the life of me remember his name or find it on the internet and I am thus far too lazy to do more than a 15 second search. 
But the real star of the night was the BUD-LIME-A-RITA I discovered and instantly fell in love with. How I have missed this is (almost) beyond me. I mean, I drink Bud Light. I drink Bud Light PLATINUM. I drink Bud Light LIME. Or I did drink all of those things over the summer when I had a handful of free hours and friend’s had roofs in which to do so and I was super poor (that’s a constant). But Bud-Lime-A-Rita? Where have you been all my life? An overdose of sugar and empty calories and you taste like a fizzy margarita with that trashy Bud Light finish? I want you all the time, forever and ever and ever and I don’t even care how many extra workouts I’ll have to do or the amount of IV fluid I’ll need to rehydrate myself. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Also, I’d definitely marry Aziz and probably his gay opening act, too.

I went to see Aziz Ansari at DAR Constitution Hall (because this is DC and venues are named such things) on Friday. I am not actually a Parks and Recs fan, or maybe I am, I don’t know, because I’ve never watched it, but this guy just seems funny. And he was. It was a great show. Those heads you see at the bottom of the screen were a bunch of white dudes who Aziz was constantly indirectly mocking (you know, jokes about the backwards baseball wearing dude at a bar that’s all “back up bro, or we got a problem” and jokes about being in da club) but of course they didn’t get it and only cheered more loudly at those jokes as if to say “Yeah! Bros in da club are da best! Yeah!” but I digress. 

The opener was hilarious and I can not for the life of me remember his name or find it on the internet and I am thus far too lazy to do more than a 15 second search. 

But the real star of the night was the BUD-LIME-A-RITA I discovered and instantly fell in love with. How I have missed this is (almost) beyond me. I mean, I drink Bud Light. I drink Bud Light PLATINUM. I drink Bud Light LIME. Or I did drink all of those things over the summer when I had a handful of free hours and friend’s had roofs in which to do so and I was super poor (that’s a constant). But Bud-Lime-A-Rita? Where have you been all my life? An overdose of sugar and empty calories and you taste like a fizzy margarita with that trashy Bud Light finish? I want you all the time, forever and ever and ever and I don’t even care how many extra workouts I’ll have to do or the amount of IV fluid I’ll need to rehydrate myself. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Also, I’d definitely marry Aziz and probably his gay opening act, too.

I got to see this film and meet the directors last night.

It is very well done. It made me laugh, tear up, and think. It’s about environmentalism, the realities of climate change, civil disobedience, and activism. But really, I think it’s mostly about following your heart and doing what you think is right.

Throughout much of the film and after I thought a lot about choices. Choices I have to make as a consumer, choices I will have to make as  a privileged adult, choices as a lawyer (which still makes me LOL because I dunno when I’ll ever feel like anything other than a law student).

I think it is important to always try and piece out your choices and think about your motivations. Something law school has shown me is there is just too much. Too much to care about, too many things to fix, too many domestic and global problems and ills. (Ok probably didn’t need law school to show me that but it has illustrated the point well). We can’t all do everything. But I am sure that there are choices we can make as privileged individuals to try and live responsibly. Responsibly to each other and to, ya know, the planet. I know that I need to pay more attention to that, become more informed. And I’m sure we could all try just a bit harder.

Willamette Valley, OR: 

Stayed at: Black Walnut Inn in Dundee. Very nice, had a great complimentary breakfast (see above). Probably nicer than we needed.

Wine tasting #1: Eyrie Winery. Very simple tasting room, very very good wine. Loved the 2010 Pinot Noir the most. They were so friendly and took the time to explain a lot about the wine process. They’re “main thing” seemed to be that they really don’t do ANY manipulation to their grapes, so they like each vintage to be a thumbprint of the season that year. We ended up getting a great deal on a case of half bottles of gris being sold at wholesale price. We got two cases and I can’t wait to give them out as gifts, etc.

Scott Paul Wines: They were featuring a French wine tasting. We tried several French pinot-varietals from the Burgundy area. They were good but just seemed so much more flavorful and not necessarily in a way that I liked. The Oregon wines seemed crisper, simpler. We ended up buying a 2010 (I think?) bottle of Pinot Noir that was so delicious. A simple and fun tasting!

Anderson Family Vineyards in Newberg: This was my absolute favorite place. The vineyard itself was so gorgeous (the view is the one above with the row of barrels in the front). Ben really hit it off with the owner as they both have strong Microsoft connections. We ended up being invited down to the cellar to taste a 2011 Chardonnay in the second stage of fermentation and a 2012 noir and gris that were both still in the barrel. Very very cool and made the experience super special. He told us a lot about the beginnings of the Valley in general which was interesting, the area is so young and in his opinion, the wine country is already rather saturated. We got a pinot gris (‘10), two chardonnays (the ‘09 and ‘10), and the ‘09 Pinot Noir which I just thought was the best ever. Each wine was so good and I already want to go back here. 

Vidon winery in Newberg: So so pretty, a small operation. The view is the other landscape photo above. Here we got to taste several Pinot Noirs (their ‘09/’10/and ‘11) and then got to taste the three ‘10 clones that made up the Noir blend individually. I liked how this tasting was broken down. The Pinot Noirs were good, but I liked Anderson much better. We ended up buying a bottle of one of the individual grape varietals, the 115, just because it was so different and interesting. 

Arborbrook Vineyard: This was a great vineyard and tasting room. The owners were super nice. They also put out cheese and had a cat and a St. Bernard dog, which I of course looooved. I fell in love with the first Gris I tasted, I believe it was a 2010. The rest of the tasting was very good but at this point I was feeling quite drunk. At the end we had a dessert wine that Ben loved. We ended up buying a bottle of the Gris that I loved and Ben got three bottles of the dessert wine for himself. 

This was a fantastic trip!

I read this book on my new Kindle (eee!). Apparently all this author’s books have some sort of husband/wife/murder plot. I did not know that. This book was super creepy but also really addicting and interesting. 

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)” ― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

I read this book on my new Kindle (eee!). Apparently all this author’s books have some sort of husband/wife/murder plot. I did not know that. This book was super creepy but also really addicting and interesting. 

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)” 
― Gillian FlynnGone Girl

Went on the Theo Chocolate tour with some friends. My favorite fact was that they can’t clean out the machines with water because chocolate and water “don’t really mix” and they can’t use any cleaning chemicals because they’re organic, so they clean out the machines with more chocolate! LOVE IT. Theo is delicious. The combo of a lot of chocolate tastings, a heavy IPA beer and falafel fries at Brouwers, and then a fancy Rum drink (something something Swizzle drink) at Rumba made me have a weird chocolate-rum drunk, and I had quite the stomach ache later. Still fun. Above you can see the $60 worth of Theo chocolate I bought Ben. WORTH IT.

Remember the time I was going to update this while I studied for the bar?

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Bar Study

I am now officially studying for the Bar Exam. So far I have done 15 minutes of Real Property and I am already on Tumblr. Nice.

I am turning my bar studying into an opportunity to visit Seattle cafes (as if I need the excuse).

Today: Victrola on 15th Ave E. 

Coffee: A-. Ethiopian something-fancy French Press. This is really good and better than there espresso.

Service: A. They’re always nice. 

Internet: B-. Spotty, pages loading slowly. Is playing my Bar videos ok. Perhaps this is for the best, since I will have less internet to distract me.

Space: A. Good tables. Outlets.

Music: B+. Good music, but the volume is questionable. A tad too loud, but then again is drowning out other noise ok. I’m unsure really, what I think.

Temperature: A. I’m comfortable. I am difficult to please in this regard.

Clientele: A-. Everyone seems pretty chill. But there’s this one guy with an awful voice who won’t stfu. 

Verdict: I already knew I’d be studying here often. I’m mostly doing this to waste time. I’m glad I have found their French Press’s to be better than there espresso.

Photo to come once I have a phone again. womp womp.

DC Botanical Gardens

DC Botanical Gardens

Spent last weekend in Philly, PA! I have never been, and I thought it was a fantastic city.

Some highlights:

Mutter Museum: Museum of medical oddities (no pictures allowed). Really interesting and a great size if you don’t have a whole lot of time. I started at the Rocky steps (Art Museum) and walked there, which was a beautiful walk. Some of my favorite exhibits included a skeleton of a woman after wearing corsets for her whole life (eek!), an exhibit on skin diseases (so cray), and an exhibit on siamese twins! 

City Hall: Awesome building.

Street Art: I loved how there was so much public art everywhere. Supposedly graffitiing started in Philly, and one way to stop it was to paint large murals on the sides of buildings. There was also a bunch of tile art. I thought it gave the city a lot of personality and spunk.

Reading Terminal Market: So insane! Completely crowded, more food stands and markets than you can imagine. I thought it was vibrant and exciting, although not the best place for a three year old. 

Love park: small, but cute and a great place to eat lunch and see a view of the city!

Independence Hall: history is cool, yo. Liberty bell, the old colonial houses, Benjamin Franklin museum and grave, Betty Ford house, etc etc. 

Eastern State Penitentiary: I just love this shit. I loved how the audio tour was narrated by Steve Buscemi. Al Capone stayed there. It started the original solitary confinement system and was fascinating to see. Apparently they turn it into a haunted house at Halloween, I’d love to go!

A really fun weekend overall! I left thinking “I have to come back sometimes, there is just so much more to see.”

I went to see Aziz Ansari at DAR Constitution Hall (because this is DC and venues are named such things) on Friday. I am not actually a Parks and Recs fan, or maybe I am, I don’t know, because I’ve never watched it, but this guy just seems funny. And he was. It was a great show. Those heads you see at the bottom of the screen were a bunch of white dudes who Aziz was constantly indirectly mocking (you know, jokes about the backwards baseball wearing dude at a bar that’s all “back up bro, or we got a problem” and jokes about being in da club) but of course they didn’t get it and only cheered more loudly at those jokes as if to say “Yeah! Bros in da club are da best! Yeah!” but I digress. 
The opener was hilarious and I can not for the life of me remember his name or find it on the internet and I am thus far too lazy to do more than a 15 second search. 
But the real star of the night was the BUD-LIME-A-RITA I discovered and instantly fell in love with. How I have missed this is (almost) beyond me. I mean, I drink Bud Light. I drink Bud Light PLATINUM. I drink Bud Light LIME. Or I did drink all of those things over the summer when I had a handful of free hours and friend’s had roofs in which to do so and I was super poor (that’s a constant). But Bud-Lime-A-Rita? Where have you been all my life? An overdose of sugar and empty calories and you taste like a fizzy margarita with that trashy Bud Light finish? I want you all the time, forever and ever and ever and I don’t even care how many extra workouts I’ll have to do or the amount of IV fluid I’ll need to rehydrate myself. I love you, I love you, I love you.
Also, I’d definitely marry Aziz and probably his gay opening act, too.

I went to see Aziz Ansari at DAR Constitution Hall (because this is DC and venues are named such things) on Friday. I am not actually a Parks and Recs fan, or maybe I am, I don’t know, because I’ve never watched it, but this guy just seems funny. And he was. It was a great show. Those heads you see at the bottom of the screen were a bunch of white dudes who Aziz was constantly indirectly mocking (you know, jokes about the backwards baseball wearing dude at a bar that’s all “back up bro, or we got a problem” and jokes about being in da club) but of course they didn’t get it and only cheered more loudly at those jokes as if to say “Yeah! Bros in da club are da best! Yeah!” but I digress. 

The opener was hilarious and I can not for the life of me remember his name or find it on the internet and I am thus far too lazy to do more than a 15 second search. 

But the real star of the night was the BUD-LIME-A-RITA I discovered and instantly fell in love with. How I have missed this is (almost) beyond me. I mean, I drink Bud Light. I drink Bud Light PLATINUM. I drink Bud Light LIME. Or I did drink all of those things over the summer when I had a handful of free hours and friend’s had roofs in which to do so and I was super poor (that’s a constant). But Bud-Lime-A-Rita? Where have you been all my life? An overdose of sugar and empty calories and you taste like a fizzy margarita with that trashy Bud Light finish? I want you all the time, forever and ever and ever and I don’t even care how many extra workouts I’ll have to do or the amount of IV fluid I’ll need to rehydrate myself. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Also, I’d definitely marry Aziz and probably his gay opening act, too.

I got to see this film and meet the directors last night.

It is very well done. It made me laugh, tear up, and think. It’s about environmentalism, the realities of climate change, civil disobedience, and activism. But really, I think it’s mostly about following your heart and doing what you think is right.

Throughout much of the film and after I thought a lot about choices. Choices I have to make as a consumer, choices I will have to make as  a privileged adult, choices as a lawyer (which still makes me LOL because I dunno when I’ll ever feel like anything other than a law student).

I think it is important to always try and piece out your choices and think about your motivations. Something law school has shown me is there is just too much. Too much to care about, too many things to fix, too many domestic and global problems and ills. (Ok probably didn’t need law school to show me that but it has illustrated the point well). We can’t all do everything. But I am sure that there are choices we can make as privileged individuals to try and live responsibly. Responsibly to each other and to, ya know, the planet. I know that I need to pay more attention to that, become more informed. And I’m sure we could all try just a bit harder.

Willamette Valley, OR: 

Stayed at: Black Walnut Inn in Dundee. Very nice, had a great complimentary breakfast (see above). Probably nicer than we needed.

Wine tasting #1: Eyrie Winery. Very simple tasting room, very very good wine. Loved the 2010 Pinot Noir the most. They were so friendly and took the time to explain a lot about the wine process. They’re “main thing” seemed to be that they really don’t do ANY manipulation to their grapes, so they like each vintage to be a thumbprint of the season that year. We ended up getting a great deal on a case of half bottles of gris being sold at wholesale price. We got two cases and I can’t wait to give them out as gifts, etc.

Scott Paul Wines: They were featuring a French wine tasting. We tried several French pinot-varietals from the Burgundy area. They were good but just seemed so much more flavorful and not necessarily in a way that I liked. The Oregon wines seemed crisper, simpler. We ended up buying a 2010 (I think?) bottle of Pinot Noir that was so delicious. A simple and fun tasting!

Anderson Family Vineyards in Newberg: This was my absolute favorite place. The vineyard itself was so gorgeous (the view is the one above with the row of barrels in the front). Ben really hit it off with the owner as they both have strong Microsoft connections. We ended up being invited down to the cellar to taste a 2011 Chardonnay in the second stage of fermentation and a 2012 noir and gris that were both still in the barrel. Very very cool and made the experience super special. He told us a lot about the beginnings of the Valley in general which was interesting, the area is so young and in his opinion, the wine country is already rather saturated. We got a pinot gris (‘10), two chardonnays (the ‘09 and ‘10), and the ‘09 Pinot Noir which I just thought was the best ever. Each wine was so good and I already want to go back here. 

Vidon winery in Newberg: So so pretty, a small operation. The view is the other landscape photo above. Here we got to taste several Pinot Noirs (their ‘09/’10/and ‘11) and then got to taste the three ‘10 clones that made up the Noir blend individually. I liked how this tasting was broken down. The Pinot Noirs were good, but I liked Anderson much better. We ended up buying a bottle of one of the individual grape varietals, the 115, just because it was so different and interesting. 

Arborbrook Vineyard: This was a great vineyard and tasting room. The owners were super nice. They also put out cheese and had a cat and a St. Bernard dog, which I of course looooved. I fell in love with the first Gris I tasted, I believe it was a 2010. The rest of the tasting was very good but at this point I was feeling quite drunk. At the end we had a dessert wine that Ben loved. We ended up buying a bottle of the Gris that I loved and Ben got three bottles of the dessert wine for himself. 

This was a fantastic trip!

I read this book on my new Kindle (eee!). Apparently all this author’s books have some sort of husband/wife/murder plot. I did not know that. This book was super creepy but also really addicting and interesting. 

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)” ― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

I read this book on my new Kindle (eee!). Apparently all this author’s books have some sort of husband/wife/murder plot. I did not know that. This book was super creepy but also really addicting and interesting. 

“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)” 
― Gillian FlynnGone Girl

Went on the Theo Chocolate tour with some friends. My favorite fact was that they can’t clean out the machines with water because chocolate and water “don’t really mix” and they can’t use any cleaning chemicals because they’re organic, so they clean out the machines with more chocolate! LOVE IT. Theo is delicious. The combo of a lot of chocolate tastings, a heavy IPA beer and falafel fries at Brouwers, and then a fancy Rum drink (something something Swizzle drink) at Rumba made me have a weird chocolate-rum drunk, and I had quite the stomach ache later. Still fun. Above you can see the $60 worth of Theo chocolate I bought Ben. WORTH IT.

Bar Study
March 14, 2013.

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