Archive for September, 2012


Thursday, September 27th, 2012

Here I am on the Caltraincycle and it is September 27th and in a few days it will be October 1 and I will be 30. When someone asks how old I’m turning this year I feel like I need to explain myself because when I say 30 they look at me like my cat died or I left the oven on or I didn’t do that well on my GREs (fact, but  how do they know??). Adam has been in Scotland since Saturday drinking scotch and drunk-texting me with a Scottish accent (“Talk to yeh temorreh!”) and now he’s in Munich at Oktoberfest. And I track him on my Find my (boy)Friend(s) app just in case. See?


So I’ve been sitting on the couch in my new Lululemon wardrobe watching cooking (I just wrote cookie by accident) shows and not doing the dishes for the past week. Is this what it means to be an adult? It feels so anticlimactic to end my 20’s finishing off a tub of Trader Joe’s oatmeal chocolate chip cookies (better than regular chocolate chip trust), and buying discount cookware on the internet. The other night I rode the train home with my 25-yr old coworker and in the middle of her telling me about the details of the wedding dress she bought two weeks ago I said, I’m turning 30 next week. I know, she said. Ok, I said. And that was it.

I don’t know what the fear is about turning 30. Maybe the idea of leaving your 20’s is scary for some people who feel like they didn’t do enough streaking stupid things in their twenties, or who aren’t where they’d hope to be at 30 (a billionaire with a ring on it?). I don’t know. I feel like I’ve come a long way since the beginning of my quarter life crisis ( first post?). And now here I am, with a job and an apartment and a live-in doctor gentleman friend and three bikes and a blog. Is this what being a grownup is?  Feels like a pretty good time. And then my office gave me a street sign:

A little office decorating.

Maybe on Monday I’ll ask the Caltrain conductors to make a special announcement: Choo-choo! Next stop 30!

Here are some past birthday photos.

Birthday Cupcake


Birthday Dinner

Birthday Dinner

October 1, 2010

The end.

I’m a grownup now.

Tuesday, September 18th, 2012

Yesterday Dr. Adam and I went to Blood Bath and Beyond to buy a vegetable brush. This is something I never thought I would need but now that I live in California and we signed up for a CSA and receive a weekly delivery of local fresh dirty fruits and vegetables, I need a vegetable brush to scrub them. So we went to the Blood Bath and Beyond and we bought a vegetable brush. Then Adam said, I think we’re running low on forks. So we went upstairs and picked out a new set of flatware and bought three sets and then a new bamboo flatware organizer for our flatware drawer and then some more shampoo (since we’re already here…) and a casserole dish because one time we tried to make some potatoes and the recipe told us to cover the potatoes in a casserole dish and we were like can we use a potato dish? And the recipe book was like, No. Dr. Adam doesn’t like buying new things because all he can see if repacking them when we have to move next summer so now I am hiding everything I buy on the internet under my desk at work. I don’t think he reads HoBaB so we’re safe.

Here’s a photo of me when I was 2-ish riding a bike.
Alice Wheat's first bike.


Monday, September 10th, 2012

I am at the San Francisco airplane station on my way to the Long Beach of California for the Pro Walk/Pro Bike Conference. I am wearing my bizzy casual outfit so people know I am a professional and going to a conference and this helps with my confidence intervals. I keep looking for other people taking my flight going to the I’m-into-biking-and-walking conference but so far everyone else is in jeans. Maybe I am diong it wrong.

This past weekend Dr. Adam and I went to Kansas for an Indian wedding. It was held on the groom’s family farm where there were soybeans and wheat but zero animals. That was fine with me. I spent the majority of the first hour aerating the lawn with my Cole Haan heels which kind of felt like farming. Here is a photo of the walk to the ceremony.

Will and Priya's Big Day

Here is the ceremony.

Will and Priya's Big Day

Here is the farm.

Will and Priya's Big Day

And here is Adam trying to fill the water jug from the well.

Will and Priya's Big Day

Then we went to the reception and the deejay kicked the party off by playing the “Thong” song and “Baby Got Back” and then all the grandparents quickly left. We danced.

Then Sunday was Dr. Adam’s 30th birthday and we spent the rest of the day at the Kansas City Art Museum. We decided Kansas City is actually an a-ok place and that we would go back and stay longer at the museum and also tell the city to put in more bike lanes and crosswalks.

Will and Priya's Big Day

The end.


Friday, September 7th, 2012

Here I am. Two weeks ago I was at Stillwater Cover Ranch why? Because Lydia got married! I know. It was a joyous occasion. Lydia looked like a million dollar bills. The wedding was held at a ranch and there were sheep and chickens and peacocks. Here is a photo of me and Dr. Adam from the wedding.

Ze Sciambex

This weekend Dr. Adam and I are going to Kansas to the final (7th) wedding of the summer. It is an Indian wedding and I am bringing back this little number for the occasion. This photo is from 2009 (the dark ages?). Adam is wearing a black suit. We’ll look great.


Then after the Indian Kansas wedding I am flying to Long Beach, CA for the Pro Walk/Pro Bike Conference. It’s for people who are into walking and biking which surprisingly isn’t everybody on earth but only a select few who can afford to pay the billion dollar registration fees. I am going to walk around and make bike friendships. I thought maybe JSK might be there but I think instead she is sending her walking and biking minions.

Then after that Dr. Adam is giong to Scotland and then Munich for a buddymoon with his recently married friends. I am staying home to tend to the laundry and dishes and then it’s October 1 which is when I leave the decade of the QLC and enter the decade of the 30s. That is code for it’s my birthday and I’m turning 30. It sneaks up on me/you (and everyone we know). I think I will maybe spend my birthday reading HoBaB from start to finish and then consider starting version HoBaB 2.0, House of Sweet and Swag. Perfect?