This year for ctron’s bday he got to pick whatever he wanted to do (our tradition) and I’d oblige with a big toothy smile. On the agenda was a trip to the De Young museum to see the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit. First, we shared a little coconut curry soup at the museum’s cafe (I LOVE art museum cafes by the way) to fuel up for hours of art looking. As for the exhibit, let me just say I was like a child with wide eyes of wonder. Seriously. I spent probably at least a half hour just in the entryway in awe. I don’t want to spoil anything for those of you who plan to go but this is how I’d describe the show: “Disneyland’s It’s a Small World ride meets couture fashion meets the Castro meets Madonna meets lots of cone bras.”
I “flirted” with these guys for at least 20 minutes..
And this was my favorite print:
After our trip to the De Young we treated ourselves to some of the best/smokiest beef brisket I’ve ever had. And the next few hours buying a new black suit. It was a wonderful wonderful day. I had a great bday on behalf of Cooper, ha!
On his actual birthday (which was a Monday, unfortunately) we dined on Burmese food and I made him his traditional strawberry shortcake…
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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