Reality Shows
Well, it's all so weird to be gone a week. A week really isn't that long, but this trip felt like a WHOLE LIFETIME. I've come back to heat and greenery. I was watching the beautiful glowing blue in the sky last night as I rode in a cab from the airport. It's the kind of sky that only shows up on summer nights--and in Maxfield Parish paintings. The trees felt heavy with their leaves. I was back on the east coast and I felt the difference immediately.
On the plane, I was excited to read my new book and settle in to my first alone time in a week, when two 10 month old twin girls began sitting beind me, started a screaming duet, as they realized they were going to have to be inside a GIANT TIN CAN for 6-7 hours. I really felt for the mother, who kept saying to one of them, "Anna...Anna...ANNA!" I tried to read, but it did no good, so I went for the flimsy headphones and began a 6 hour MARATHON of Bravo's Top Chef. This is why I don't own a TV--I would never get ANYTHING done. Once I tune in, the WORLD GOES AWAY. I am HOOKED. Especially when it comes to these "high class" reality TV shows. I thought, how good could Top Chef really be? I like cooking like a lot of people, but where would the drama be, the urgency? I should have never dounbted Bravo's producers. If Reality TV is anything, it is a striking lesson in CASTING. Apparently, there are DRAMA QUEENS in the chef profession. There are chefs who CRY. There are chefs that mimic SNAKES. There are chefs that are TOTALLY ANNOYING. There are also MEAN JUDGE CHEFS. I kept waiting for Anthony Burdain to show up, but I never saw him. Maybe he was there for the big Las Vegas showdown, which was airing later last night--a show I would never get to see. OH THE SWEET SORROW.
I came home to the sweetness of Graham and a whole couch filled with kittens mewing and looking at me with such juicy adorableness, I immediately began to drool. I'm home! I'm home!
Some things I would like to share about my trip: If Christmas was the rip from UTTER HELL, this was the trip that made up for it. Number one reason was that I got to spend 4 days straight with friends. Almost all of them I've knows since we were wee kiddies playing in a mud puddle, but since I spent the last 3 years back in California, I feel closer to them than ever. When I left, I had that feeling I used to after a slumber party, or a class camping trip, when the world seemed so QUIET and if I allowed myself to admit it, I was UTTERLY BEREFT at being apart from them. I love you, people, and I miss you dearly.
But New York calls and so does my life here. When I was flying home, during commercial breaks, I was wishing there was a way that I could somehow just meld all the favorite parts of my life together and just live those things all the time. It would include New York, the Bay Area, Graham, Art, Music, laughing with my favorite people, seeing my little brother singing in his Easter pageant, and drinking it all in. That would be a great reality show--and now commercial breaks required!
On the plane, I was excited to read my new book and settle in to my first alone time in a week, when two 10 month old twin girls began sitting beind me, started a screaming duet, as they realized they were going to have to be inside a GIANT TIN CAN for 6-7 hours. I really felt for the mother, who kept saying to one of them, "Anna...Anna...ANNA!" I tried to read, but it did no good, so I went for the flimsy headphones and began a 6 hour MARATHON of Bravo's Top Chef. This is why I don't own a TV--I would never get ANYTHING done. Once I tune in, the WORLD GOES AWAY. I am HOOKED. Especially when it comes to these "high class" reality TV shows. I thought, how good could Top Chef really be? I like cooking like a lot of people, but where would the drama be, the urgency? I should have never dounbted Bravo's producers. If Reality TV is anything, it is a striking lesson in CASTING. Apparently, there are DRAMA QUEENS in the chef profession. There are chefs who CRY. There are chefs that mimic SNAKES. There are chefs that are TOTALLY ANNOYING. There are also MEAN JUDGE CHEFS. I kept waiting for Anthony Burdain to show up, but I never saw him. Maybe he was there for the big Las Vegas showdown, which was airing later last night--a show I would never get to see. OH THE SWEET SORROW.
I came home to the sweetness of Graham and a whole couch filled with kittens mewing and looking at me with such juicy adorableness, I immediately began to drool. I'm home! I'm home!
Some things I would like to share about my trip: If Christmas was the rip from UTTER HELL, this was the trip that made up for it. Number one reason was that I got to spend 4 days straight with friends. Almost all of them I've knows since we were wee kiddies playing in a mud puddle, but since I spent the last 3 years back in California, I feel closer to them than ever. When I left, I had that feeling I used to after a slumber party, or a class camping trip, when the world seemed so QUIET and if I allowed myself to admit it, I was UTTERLY BEREFT at being apart from them. I love you, people, and I miss you dearly.
But New York calls and so does my life here. When I was flying home, during commercial breaks, I was wishing there was a way that I could somehow just meld all the favorite parts of my life together and just live those things all the time. It would include New York, the Bay Area, Graham, Art, Music, laughing with my favorite people, seeing my little brother singing in his Easter pageant, and drinking it all in. That would be a great reality show--and now commercial breaks required!
posted by Summer Pierre at
10:09 AM
3 Comments:
It's great to go visiting. It's absolute heaven to visit family and friends out of town but there really is No Place Like Home. Welcome Back!
Welcome back Summer! It is wonderful to read how this trip has made good for all that went awry last time.
This metamorphosis of yours over the last year since I started reading your blog is wonderful to witness. As you know I have always admired your writing style and some of your wittiest and best posts were created from the places where you felt insecure, scared and just not that happy. But I must say that even your style is maturing into something more rounded and utterly enjoyable. Don't ever stop writing.
Kerstin--
W O W ! Thank you! I am printing this out and putting this up. Thank you, as always, for your kindness and support! And here I was thinking I was just so "bland" and "boring!"
heee!
xoxox
Summer
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