(Because Thursday is November 1, which means it’s Foodie Penpals day)
1. I made it to book club! Hooray! Instead of spending my Saturday at an event, I got to stuff my face with all sorts of variations on a theme of grain + squash and all sorts of other wonderful blogger-made food. Diana graciously let us take over her living space and even gave us a lovely little tour of Oak Park.
Don’t mind me, just dying of architecture lust over here. I’ve been to Oak Park a couple of times, and as far as suburbs go, it’s really pretty great. I have never liked suburbs: their mind-numbing predictability and conspicuous consumption and ridiculously named subdivisions like Briar Thistle Wood or Stream Pond Cove kind of disgust me. (Seriously. Being a suburbanite has been my worst nightmare since I was like 12. Give me a house out in the boonies [childhood] or an apartment in the city [now], but good God, don’t ever try to convince me to buy a 2,500 sq. ft. cookie cutter home on Whispering Wind Way.) Oak Park, however, is distinctly not suburban, even though it’s *technically* a suburb, and therefore I found it cute and lovely rather than a tour de force of uncreative consumerism. Also, they had this mural:
2. I bought T. Swift’s new CD, Red, last week. I’ve been a Taylor Swift fan since before she was cool (#countryhipster), and I always really enjoy her music right up until the point where it goes on the radio and is all anyone plays, so I’m still lovin’ on Red.
Can we all just stop pretending like Taylor Swift is still a country artist? Because y’all, Michigan Ave. is more country than her new CD. Red is 100% pop, and I’m totally fine with that as long as you’re not calling it country. I don’t need my country to be all Willie Nelson or Johnny Cash, but if you’re using more electric guitar than steel guitar, you can’t just throw on a pair of cowboy boots and call yourself country, even if that’s where you started. It’s okay to admit you’ve switched genres! No one new is going to disown you at this point for going mainstream. There are few things more musically frustrating than turning on my favorite country radio station and having to do a double take because the music sounds so poppy that it can’t possibly be country.
Don’t even get me started on Rascal Flatts. Gag.
3. I received a shocking e-mail from Chobani yesterday.
The only conclusion I can make from this is that everyone who entered must have won. You guys. I NEVER win things. I can’t even begin to count the number of giveaways I’ve entered in my life, but I can easily count the number of giveaways I’ve won: zero. The only time I ever “win” anything is when it’s one of those “Be one of the first 100,000 people to send us your address and we’ll send you a sticker!” sort of things.
I also have no idea what I’m going to do with all of this yogurt. My roommate is allergic to dairy products (and everything else under the sun. Her 42 allergies put the entire HLB community to shame), so it’s not like I can share with her. I just was so sure I wouldn’t win that the whole, “Wow, what on EARTH am I ever going to do with six 16 oz. containers of Chobani?” thing never even crossed my mind.
So…party at my place? I’ll provide the yogurt…you provide the appetites.
What’s your favorite music genre?
Have you ever won a giveaway or contest?