Monthly Archives: October 2011

Speaking of forced frivolity, guess who brought $40 worth of candy to work today and is currently setting up a Halloween costume contest photo booth at the office? This mustachioed guy.

I know I was technically done with the boy’s Halloween costume a few days ago. But after a final inspection for fit and finish, I realized that I did a crap job, so I remade the top part of the boy’s costume. And since we didn’t have electricity for most of the weekend, I ended up hand-sewing much of it.

Here’s the thing: I know I’m being OCD about this, and I know that he’s only going to wear the costume for an hour tops tomorrow and then it’s over with. But if I was a contestant on Project Runway, I’m convinced that Michael Kors would say that the crotch in the pants were “insane,” while Nina Garcia would ding me for “poor workmanship.”

And during my confessional interview, I would start crying and talk about how when I was growing up as an overweight kid, I started sewing my own clothes because I didn’t want anyone to know that I had to buy the Huskie size from the Sears catalog, and say that being a designer was my No. 1 dream from age nine, ever since the first time I read “Flair,” Tina Chow’s autobiographical tour de fashion, and finally understood how the African and Oriental influences were at play in most of (early) Balenciaga’s oeuvre, and say how I used to cry every time Elsa Klensch came on TV because I ached to be her friend.

Oh wait. I’m confusing my own childhood dreams with some other gay kid growing up in Hickstown, USA. Actually, I redid the costume because the first go-around kind of sucked, and I knew I could make it better. So I did.

Designing daddy and business papa invited us over for Sunday dinner. And what a feast it was! Business papa poured the drinks and made tarragon roasted potatoes, and designing daddy made roast chicken, gluten-free macaroni and cheese, and broccoli and carrots. It was all really delicious!

Before dinner we chatted, while the boys played with LEGO. Then designing daddy and I talked about quilting. Then busy daddy played some dancing game on the Wii with Miss Lily. Then we had dinner.

After dinner, designing daddy told hilarious stories about the hardships of coordinating his household staff, which includes the landscaping team, housekeepers, piano teacher, and part-time nanny. I’ll tell you what, I was totally sympathetic until designing daddy started bemoaning the fact that his new car doesn’t have air-conditioned seats. I said, They’re heated though, right? Designing daddy looked at me as if I pulled down my pants at the dinner table and pooped right there. He said, “Um, of course they’re heated. We don’t live in Myanmar. We’re not savages.”

For the record, the 11-year-old car that busy daddy and I own does not have heated seats. It barely has wheels.

This weekend was sort of a wash for the Busy-Lazy family. The storm blew in on Saturday and knocked out our power for most of the day, then came back for a few hours today, then went out, and came back. Fingers crossed, but hopefully the power will stay on tonight.

Having no power was strangely empowering. We didn’t have any media distractions and missed whatever hyperventilation there might have been on the news about this freak late-October Nor’easter. We cooked food, played, and I re-made the boy’s Halloween costume. In a weird way, the best part of our media blackout (for me, at least) was my blogging timeout. I actually didn’t miss blogging all that much. Is that bad?

I forgot to mention this: Before the brunt of the storm hit yesterday, I took the boy to a kiddie birthday party. It was one of those highly regimented affairs where there are activities, then pizza, then cake, then done, easy peasy. The party itself was Star Wars-themed, but the activities were “sports” themed. There were a few coaches and one of them gathered the kids and said, “I hope everyone is ready to have fun!” And the boy’s best pal Dash said, “Not me!” To which the boy added, “Me neither!” I know this is terrible for me to say, but I love how bad they were being. Both the boy and Dash just didn’t buy the forced frivolity of it all. Inside I was super-proud of them for being such anti-social anarchists, but of course, I played it like, come on guys, join the party (secretly giving them the thumbs up because they were being obnoxious non-conformists).

Then, after each competitive activity (soccer, relay race, tug of war, some weird cat and mouse chase on a parachute, as pictured above), the coach would say, “Do you know who the winners are? It’s the team that had the most fun! Which means everyone wins!” To which Dash said, “What!?! Clearly, our team won that game!” And the boy chimed in, “These games are lame!” Again, I was publicly mortified, but not-so-secretly I thought, please don’t ever change boys. There will always be winners and losers in life. Learning that now will help you later, trust me.

I already know that I’m going to hell. So what, who cares?

After the gym, I took the boy to a Star Wars-themed kiddie birthday party. It was fun for the boy, I suppose, but the boy and his pal Dash did some things that should either make me really proud or completely mortified. I’ll have to go into details when the power comes back up since typing and posting on an iPhone is stupid hard because of my caveman paws.

It rained and snowed all day. And then trees started coming down in our neighborhood. And then we lost power. So we’ve been spending the day putzing around the house. Now it’s dark and we’re playing LEGO by candlelight. We were able to make it to the gym this morning before the major part of the storm hit. We saw designing daddy and Eddie K. They live in the fancy side of town, so I think they got their power back. The boys were pretty excited about the snow.

 projectmeek said: Excuse my food ignorance but what are the pink and white flower looking things?

Hi projectmeek! The flower-looking things are Japanese fishcakes, which people in Hawaii (and Japan, I suppose) call kamaboko. It was a staple in my diet when I was growing up, and if you like fish, it’s delicious. Usually it’s served with ramen soup or stir-fried noodle dishes. It comes in different shapes and colors, but it’s usually white and pink.

It’s not very fishy tasting (actually, it’s sort of bland), but it has a pleasantly rubbery texture, kind of like calamari, if that makes sense. In the old days kamaboko was chockfull of MSG and other additives, but these days you can pick up organic, handmade kamaboko from Japanese markets that are really good. If you eat California rolls, the “crab” that’s in those is basically the same thing, just in a different shape. Kamaboko has always been one of those food items that I know my son will happily eat. Good for the kiddos.

Speaking of being an over-privileged tool, my work colleague and I were both feeling sorry for ourselves because of the crazy amounts of work we still have to do before breaking for the weekend, so we splurged and had very expensive takeaway for our lunches from this place. My colleague had a roast beef sandwich, and I had a weird, fancy cola, roasted potatoes, and a meatball sandwich (but without the sandwich parts).

How much do you think my meal cost? 10 bucks? $11.50? Try more than $20! I kid you not. It was OK, but seriously, I could have taken that $20, shopped at Whole Foods, and made what I had for lunch and fed my entire family (and some of my neighbors). I hate how expensive New York is sometimes.