safe in my garden

i love me some zach braff and he makes my indie blood pump. as usual, i am way behind the times as far as movies go, so i just saw "garden state" a few weeks ago, and oh, baby! it's been awhile since i've seen anything that i could truly relate to, and his character's sense of numbness was right on. who knew the "scrubs" could prepare him for this? i'm salivating just thinking about what his next projects may entail. and i found a nifty blog he periodically posts to. you can love zach too if you wanna. http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/blog/

tried a new class at cheetah last night: urban grooves. we had a sassy gay boy subbing for the regular instructor and he sure was fun. it was mccluer pom pon all ovah again, complete with moving diagonal formations. his best quip of the night, while showing us a hand slap move, was, "just slap him right in the face, like 'get the fuck away from me!'" the regular teacher also has a hip hop class on wednesday nights that is going on my schedule fo' sho.

Woonsocket and i had a really nice time together on saturday. she introduced me to the ulta, where i promptly had a spending fit and dropped 100 bones on girly products that i may or may not need. i especially gravitated toward lip glosses and now have five brilliant new hues to cover my "buggy whips". this store is conveniently located next door to our whole foods, so there is a threat of multiple return visits on my part. i was congenial to a evening weekend jaunt to wrigleyville because she was begging for dinner at thai classic. it's her and her fiance's old 'hood, so i was all for a little walk down her memory lane, which is the only reason i voluntarily went up there. we were extraordinarily lucky to find good parking and the food was pretty good too. slo-mo service, but i ain't gonna bitch at my people. that's disrespecting the industry brothahood, ya heard? the best part was getting the skinny on Woonsocket's birth mother tracking her down. she's never had a remote desire to meet or know anything about her initial pair of parents and given that she just turned 30, it was surprising that it had taken such a long time past age 18 for anyone to look for her. turns out that the baby mama has been looking for Woonsocket for years and because she's lived all over the damn place (just since college graduation, she's called massachusetts; new hampshire; maine; colorado; las vegas; chicago; rhode island and chicago again, home), she's been extremely difficult for this woman's private investigator to locate. oh yes, she hired the magnum p.i. to find my friend! Woon's real mommy dropped this greeting card from the baby mama in her lap during christmas shopping and as i suspected would be the case, my gurl felt nothing. from the get-go, she had no interest in meeting up, but her folks seemed to feel sorry for this woman and ended up inviting her and her husband over for dinner! Woon was freaking out, but all's well that ends well, because her dad called to make the arrangements and the hub of baby mama was totally bizarre on the phone. when pops introduced himself and made the dinner offer, this man responded with, "well, lori won't be able to do that for a long, long time" and hung up on him! Woon said it was an immediate end to this strange disruption in their lives as the b.m. has not contacted them again. we both wonder if this husband snapped when he found out she'd been looking for Woon and knocked her lights out. my gurl's comment was, "what, did he chop her up in a million pieces and put her in the garage when he found out she'd had a kid as a teenager?" it's not like she has any other children to be concerned about their feelings or impending familial drama. too, too strange.

time to celebrate fat tuesday with my all-time fave funk band in the chi, bumpus! headed to the harmony grill to have a snack with Mole before the show at schubas. methinks a crab cake is in order before i jump around to "yo daddy used to run the show!" hearos in hand and soon my ear, it's gonna be a sweet night.