[Day 619] And then we ate lemons and drank vinegar

Maddy generously got us some Miracle Fruit Tablets today. They are supposed to turn sour into sweet. So we each took a tablet and experimented with different types of food.

WhatsApp Image 2018-01-18 at 9.34.16 PM.jpeg

  • Lemon: just as advertised, lemons tasted sweet but not too sweet. We all liked miracle-enhanced lemons a lot so we each had several wedges.
  • Grapefruit: also great, but not as good as lemons
  • Balsamic vinegar: sugary balsamic vinegar apparently tastes like a hipster cocktail sold for $15 a pop at a bar in San Francisco
  • Sriracha: fucking gross
  • BBQ sauce: actually pretty good
  • Seaweed: fishy with a sugary aftertaste
  • Oreo: tasted like Oreo
  • Coffee: meh
  • Water: tasted like h2o
  • Strawberry: like a ball of sugar. extremely sweet
  • Avocado: tasted really good, but it could just be because I really like avocado

That was a good distraction for half an hour.

Advertisements
[Day 619] And then we ate lemons and drank vinegar

[Day 550] Uphill battle

Things that I found me and my friends saying these days.

“Deadlines are the beacon that guides my life from a moment to the next.”

“That sweet, sweet two seconds between finishing a project and starting the next.”

“I don’t even think about whether I’m having a good day or not. I just work all the time.”

“I’m trying to get through the week.”

Life is an uphill battle that, at times, seems to never stop. Keep on trucking. We got this!

 

[Day 550] Uphill battle

[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler”

Today, Tucker had an extra ticket to “Mads Tolling & The Mad Men.” Tessy thought she should be the one going instead because it was almost her birthday and she *thought* she knew more about classical music than I did. “Do you even know what jazz is?” she asked. “Yes,” I answered.

I was excited about the show because Mads Tolling was a two time Grammy winner and I had never consciously been in the same room with a Grammy winner before. I was pleasantly surprised by how classy everyone in the room looked. Men were all wearing shirt or suits or both, and women were wearing dresses. By everyone, I meant everyone except Tucker. He came in jersey, tech hoodie, shorts, and sandals. When I was biking back in the cold I also realized that he was driving back. “You could have picked me up,” I screamed at him. “Yeah I suppose,” he said.

Continue reading “[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler””

[Day 515] “I’m a pianist/juggler”