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Sign on Franklin St.

Sign on Franklin St., originally uploaded by pinkyracer.

It’s official! I’m gradumated. 🙂 Need to go to sleep now, but had to post tonight’s pics first. The full force of what I’ve done hasn’t quite hit me yet. It almost did on the way to school, when I thought about the first semester, and how I almost didn’t make it. Thinking about how I got through that and managed to actually graduate from one of the best MBA programs in the world got me a little choked up. But I didn’t want to mess up my makeup, so I thought about how I still need to find a job. 🙂

My peeps:

I’m going to continue missing everybody as I did while in Spain. Never before in my life have I known such an intense level of camaraderie. I feel like I am leaving my 286 best friends.


not much to say except it hurts to be back in NC. I am a California girl through and through. Even though the air in LA actually burns my eyes now, I don’t care. I miss that brown air. I want to live in a fabulous downtown loft condo across the street from Urth Caffe. And be in a city where people realize how special it is to have an Urth Caffe coming in downtown. I want to gaze out over the city nightscape from my rooftop jacuzzi, even if it includes musing over what heinous criminal the ghetto birds are tracking now.

I’ll miss the wildlife in the pond, all the turtles swimming in the sun, lizards, snakes and birds. But not the spiders. I won’t miss them a bit. But maybe I’d rather move back to Silver Lake than downtown. So I could go for vigorous walks through the hills late at night, passing people walking their dogs, completely fearless because it’s really quite safe there in the hills. Walk to Cru instead of Urth, that would be nice.

Anyway, I figured I should tell you all about Barry White. He’s the voice of God, you know. Because I know what he says couldn’t possibly be true coming out of the mouth of any mortal man. Only God can love like that, and only if I let God. Since I have always been reluctant to accept God’s love and spent my whole life (literally, my whole life) looking for a man who could love me like Barry White says he can, it’s time I realized that’s God’s job, not something any mere mortal is capable of.

The sage speaks again…

Brezny is always on the money.

ARIES (March 21-April 19):

“Your next assignment is to inject more fun into your job — or into anything that feels like work, for that matter. You’ve got a head start because lately you’ve been playing harder than usual.”

True, I just came off a fabulous 2 week vacation in the Golden State. During which I rode 3 motorcycles (not all at once, of course) and while I don’t think I played as hard as all that, I certainly did indulge myself. I also realized that I can’t even pretend or imagine or remotely conceive of staying in NC after school. I miss living in CA soooo much. Nothing like a ride from SF to LA on a kick-ass sportbike to confirm that CA is the greatest state in the union.

“That should give you creative momentum as you reinvent your approach to activities that push you to your limits and test your resolve. For best results, be open to the possibility that you really don’t have to keep being bored and cranky in places where you’ve assumed you will always be bored and cranky.”

or, more importantly, don’t assume I’ll be bored and cranky just because someone’s paying me to be somewhere? ;-P

Oh yeahhhh….

I’m so bad-ass. I need to ride 700 miles in a weekend to remind myself of this from time to time. There’s a certain sense of self-respect that comes from a long weekend in the saddle, that is quite different from the speed lust satisfaction that comes from a track day. At a track day, there’s always someone (or in my case, a few someones) faster. Out on the open road, that’s usually not the case, and when it is, I let them by so they can be the bait. But what really set this trip apart was not riding in a pack of R1’s obeying the $*#@&% speed limit on the Dragon. I know, WTF?? What is the world coming to when 50+ R1 riders let 8 cops in 11 miles make them nervous? These were not the R1 riders I know from LA. These are a different breed. More mature and sensible. Like me. Strange. How did so many of us infiltrate the ranks? I saw only one measly 2-second burnout. In any case, it was a fun group, and I made some new friends.

It wasn’t finally seeing the interior of the Biltmore Estate, either. That was a huge disappointment. I guess I’ve seen enough castles and really old mansions to not feel impressed when I have to share that little space behind the velvet rope with entirely too many people, none of whom could even fathom that someone behind them might want to move a little faster. Glad I did it, though, I’d been curious for so long.

One thing that made it a special weekend was discovering a small puddle of oil under my bike Sunday AM, noticing that my oil level had also fallen, all this when my oil light’s been acting up despite having had enough oil. So I called a friend who’s from Asheville, and he was able to hook me up with the only bike shop in the world (practically) open on Sunday. Chris at Acme Motorcycles in Fairview, NC topped it up, and we shot the breeze for a spell, while I found the perfect tank bag I’d been looking for. Then I went into Asheville and soaked up more of my absolute favorite place in NC.

But what really made it a special weekend was surviving this ridiculous downpour, and TWICE.

The first time, visibility was so low that even I had to pull off and get shelter. Plus I needed gas anyway. So when the rain stopped, I continued on my way, not thinking about which direction the storm would be going. So I caught up with it again, but at least this time everyone else slowed down too. So we crawled along I-40 in the rain, and I discovered the limits of my Aerostich’s waterproofness. It laughs at light rain, but it was the rain doing the laughing this time.

Close enough to home and already running late for Tom’s birthday, I was determined to not stop before pulling into my garage. I even had to lanesplit at one point as everyone had pretty much stopped just for the hell of it. The one time I almost stopped under an overpass to chill, 3 CARS were parked under there. Retards. Lots of cars pulled over to wait it out, I kept going. By the time I got into Durham, I had passed it, and the highway was dry. I made it home, peeled off the wet layers, changed into a party dress, and took the cage to Tom’s and had a fun party. AND we got to light fireworks in the street at 10 pm and piss off some grumpy old man with kids! AND we watched MotoGP and they cut off Dani’s podium speech because he’s an asshole to the press. He’s an asshole to everyone, anyway. Too bad Honda doesn’t seem to care.

One year down, one to go!

So the first year is OVER! I feel like celebrating, like there should be some huge party. But I also feel like doing nothing more than watching the new Dr. Who season opener and eating the chocolate-dipped strawberries I picked (can’t do that in NYC, SF, or LA!) and dipped all by myself. And packing for 2 weeks in South Africa! And reveling in the fact that I have absolutely no homework due for quite some time.

Pictures from the fashion show I produced are up:

An awesome weekend…continued

On the local tip, there was a lot of fun to do this weekend. Friday night was Asia Night, a food and performance extravaganza put on by our Asian classmates. The performances were awesome, and it was so great to see my classmates doing creative stuff. Here’s the only video up so far, it’s the intro.

The following night was the MBA prom, which is different than high school prom in that the girls (now grown women) didn’t feel obligated to have a date, (although plenty of single guys seemed to materialize a date for the night) and we got to watch the game. Because it was held during a march madness b-ball game, we made sure to have it at a place with TV’s this year. We had a giant projection screen at the bar and a couple TV’s and it was so much fun to watch the game while eating delicious food and chatting with my friends.

Afterwards, Ebony and I went to an awesome party in Durham where there were plenty of very attractive men. The problem was, only the really short ones wanted to dance with me. bleh. Maybe next time I’ll wear a t-shirt that says “Go climb another tree.” There’s plenty of other things I’ll compromise on, but not (ok, this commercial for male enhancement just came on. Why don’t they use that same technology for head-toe height?)

OK, so it was a fun weekend, even though it was cold and wet, I had to go to school for 2, yes two, group meetings today (Sunday), and the dress I tried to throw together in time for prom (in <6hours) didn't come out quite the way I'd planned. The meetings were actually both fun and productive, and the dress will give me something to work on in short bursts, now that it's mostly done and needs some burst of genius to make it amazing. And I'll undoubtedly have some other event to wear it to. Plus I got to see the cliff hanger Dr. Who episode I'd missed because Time Warner Cable should die a miserably painful death. 🙂 oh, and to top it all off, I found a way to get my ass to yoga class. With 5 minutes to go, coming up with excuses on top of excuses to not go, I thought the thought that always drives me to the right decision: "which would you regret more, going or not going?" So I went. And it was great. I need to use that more often.

I am never buying scallops again

They’re super yummy and so easy to cook. But it’s the most cruel form of torture I can possibly inflict on my cat. Poor Vale. He gives me his MOST plaintive whines when I cook scallops. I’d hate to be him. So I made it up to him tonight. He was trying desperately to catch a moth through the window. But we all know how difficult it is for a cat to reach through glass. So the moth was resting on the patio furniture and I went out a pinched his innocent little wing between my fingers, brought him (I’m making gender assumptions here, I know) and threw him to my cat. Vale was so happy, I think I’ll do it again! In other news, I think its time I saw a doctor about this sinus problem I’ve had for the past month. This is entirely too long to be sick, however mildly.

I have nothing to say

for real. But I feel bad that I’m neglecting my blog. Exciting recent events:

got offered a 2nd interview for a rad gig!

steamy dancing with a hottie at martini bar

signed up for 2 track days- now I have something to live for! 😉

saw our fabulous b-ball team up close(ish) as they walked into the Dean Dome. Scrumptious.

almost done with a big paper, made some progress on other assignments.

only one brownie left, gonna have to make more soon.

my computer’s version of the view from my desk. (it was easier to use photobooth than using the camera or the iphone and uploading it.)