As you know the downtown outdoor ice skating rink is up and running. Usually it’s packed with kids after school hours. Today at lunchtime it was practically empty. That is except for a business man in a full-on suit & tie, leisurely doing laps on his lunch hour, with his hands casually behind his back and that slow-motion relaxed pace that people who can ice skate use. “That guy is cool,” I said to myself. And now you can say it too.
Author: HeyMeg
Blunts & Doobies
I’m sorry, but is 8:15 a.m. just a teensy bit early to smoke a fat one? My light rail commute this morning made me feel so old. I arrived at the 59th street stop running late and at a different stop than I usually use. There I observed a group of 6 teenagers smoking a nauseating amount of pot before walking off to school. I’m not sure if I’m was more annoyed at the smell or that they made me feel so old when I reacted with total shock that such young minds were getting so high that early in the morning. I made a joke with the business man standing beside me and he said they do it every single day there. Can anyone tell me, am I really getting old or is that maybe just the slightest bit excessive? I’m suspecting a combination since I’m also increasingly horrified by MTV. Squirty Tip, this is your chance to go off about medical marijuana, with love from yours truly.
Belching
I took the number 30 bus from East Sac to downtown yesterday. The bus driver was calling out each stop on his microphone. Cool. No problem. I was absorbed in my book pretty much ignoring it. Until he called out the Alhambra stop, and then belched before turning off the microphone. Ouch. Everyone looked slightly uncomfortable and there were a few snickers. Part of me thinks maybe he did on purpose, and part of that part of me thinks in that case, AWESOME! The other part of me feels confused and slightly violated. Plus the bus was late. Still better than driving and parking. That is all. Over and out.
Light Rail News & Advice
FYI, “Trust No Man; Fear No B*tch” is the advice I got from new graffiti at my light rail stop today. I’ve had since about 7:30 a.m. to contemplate the saying and I’m still not finding it too relevant to my life. Also experienced on the light rail today, the following conversation on a cell phone: “They didn’t even have a convertible for me. I’m the homecoming princess and they didn’t even get a convertible. My mom was hecka mad, she was all like, ‘y’all are the most unorganized bunch of people how can they not have a convertible for the homecoming princess?'” At that point I put on my Ipod so over Allison Kraus all I got was “princess… homecoming princess.. convertible… next year…” but I think I got the important parts. Boy, somebody had a case of the Mondays! I’m just wondering who in their right mind would ride in a convertible in this weather. Anyway, that’s the news from Sac Light Rail. You heard it here first.
Ice Skating Downtown
The downtown outside skating rink is opening tomorrow. Each day on my walk to the light rail I’ve seen them building the rink and yesterday the fire trucks were there filling it. As an adult I think the ice skating could be pretty lame – it’s a small rink, and its $6 for two hours. Skate rental for $2. But I am thinking this would be an awesome thing if I was like, 8. So families check it out and report. There’s a Starbucks next door for the hot chocolate needs of those thermos-less types. Website is: http://www.westfield.com/downtownplaza/promo/index05.html Me no understand how to make the hyper-linky thing. You’ll have to cut & paste! Me also not understand how to attach a picture, which too bad because it would have made this posting a whole lot cuter.
GOLD LINE DOWN! But Sac driver saves the day.
This morning I arrived at my stop along the new “Gold Line” (formerly Sunrise line) on the light rail. You know, the one that’s been expanded to go to Folsom. When it runs. Everyone was milling around and there were about 5 times as many commuters as normal. After a few minutes it was clear that a) the train was not coming and b) it had not come for a while, leaving so many extra commuters waiting at my stop. Rumors were flying – that the train had just stopped one stop up, that there was some kind of threat to the train, etc. There was an RT truck parked but no RT worker and no sign posted with information. Finally, just as I was contemplating the bus map to figure out an alternate way to work, a bus driver came up and shouted that the whole line was down both directions and had been for over an hour. She said the stop before ours had at least 100 people waiting, so even when the train started again it would take several passes before we could fit on.
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Conversations on the Light Rail
Friends, I’ve taken the liberty of creating a new category (did I need CoolDMZ permission for this?) to house my records of bizarre commuting experiences. For example, conversations overheard on the light rail. For example of that, the following: At 7:30 a.m. a completely wasted woman sitting behind me had the following to say on her cell phone: “I’m going to go to Folsom and get me some new KSwiss as soon as it does…. he said he want a baby, that dumb F-**ker don’t even know that he’ll be lucky if he gets to eat dinner at home tonight and he thinks I’m gonna give him a baby…” Rinse, lather, repeat for my entire morning commute. And for yet another example,
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CHICK-FIL-A OPENED THIS WEEKEND
If you’re not from the East Coast or certain southern states you have no idea what good news this is. Chick-Fil-A has opened in Roseville. Chick-Fil-A is a fast-food delight made famous by its original chicken sandwhich, which consists solely of a perfectly-battered peppery-buttery chicken breast, two pickle slices and a white bread bun. With crinkle fries and a dr. pepper you’ve had the Chick-Fil-A experience. My husband and I stopped in Roseville Friday night on our way out of town to see if the rumored Chick-Fil-A had arrived. As we approached we saw spotlights and joked that they might be for the opening. They were! When we got there the lines made In&Out seem like nothing. There were police patrols to manage the crowds in the parking lot. Serious business, people. Anyway, check it out when you’re up there. Some ground rules, though: A) YES, they only serve chicken. We heard people complaining about this in line and B) they are closed on Sundays.
Cropdusting. Literally.
Wait. It seems that SacRag would be in severe neglect if we all forgot to discuss the fact that our whole town is going to be cropdusted today and tomorrow by the Vector Control Department (I’m not sure what that is but it sounds like a department that only sees action when cropdusting neighborhoods is called for). Apparently this will save us all from West Nile Virus. I’m getting the sense it’s kind of a big deal considering a) they’re coating us in poison; b) Good Day Sacramento said we shouldn’t run our AC tonight and we’re supposed to wash down all outside furniture and keep our pets inside; c) it’s being done by this mysterious “Vector Control.” On one hand I’m not quite motivated enough to do even the minimal research that would be required for a remotely well-formed opinion. On the other hand, I’m thinking maybe the joy of blogging is that you can spout off opinions with or without any substantiation for them. Sooo… I guess I’m not liking the cropdusting. Counterpoint?
Parental Attire
Has anyone else noticed a trend of unusual parental attire in Sacramento lately? Okay, I’ve only had two sightings so perhaps that does not constitute a trend, per se. But what does this say about our esteemed city? Thursday night at the Arden Fair Mall I saw a gigantic woman pushing a toddler in a stroller while her four or five-year-old son ran ahead. I don’t mention that she was gigantic to be mean, only to give you the picture that her t-shirt was wide like a billboard. A fact important to the story because in huge black letters the shirt said, “LEAVE ME THE F*** ALONE!” except in place of stars there were actual letters. In substance probably not an unreasonable request for the busy mother of two small children, who maybe gets about four minutes a day to herself IF Dora the Explorer is on, but must it be phrased this way? And must she advertise her hostility to her children and the world at large?
I thought it was a fluke until last night when I was at Albertson’s and I saw a man with his son, approximately age six, and the man’s shirt said “I DON’T GIVE A RAT’S A**.” Yet once again, spelled out. He was headed for the liquor section with his child, apparently making good on his proclamation. Is this a Sacramento trend? If so there’s going to be a run on child-sized “I’m with stupid” shirts.
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