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Still More About the California Trip We Took Seven Months Ago

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Southern California Trip

Remember how Kamran took me to visit his family in California last August and how I just barely blogged about it? Well, here’s the photodump from the trip that you haven’t been asking for:

Southern California Trip

We were mostly there for Kamran’s parents’ 40th anniversary, which was celebrated at Javier’s with grandchildren, steak, and my first Sprinkles cupcakes in the form of a cake that spelled out happy anniversary. I got the an:

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

We visited Kamran’s friend Mike, who has a pool in his backyard like everyone else in California,

Southern California Trip

made eyes at the googly-eyed flowers in Kamran’s parents’ backyard,

Southern California Trip

and ate In-N-Out the first chance we got:

Southern California Trip

(There’s nothing more pleasurable to me than sitting in a drive-thru in a car after almost seven years of not driving.)

Southern California Trip

We met Kamran’s uncle at the Santa Monica Seafood cafĂ© for ceviche, crab cakes, ciopino, and fish and chips (yes, even I ordered and enjoyed seafood (and by “seafood”, I mean “the batter and tartar sauce that goes on it”)):

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

And then went next door to Huckleberry Cafe for some suuuuuuuuuuperfine sweets, including a trifle and a fig that we stole off the tree out back and washed off in the bathroom(!!):

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Kamran’s uncle took us to a house he and his partner have been designing to perfection for 10+ years now that had this view:

Southern California Trip

We drove to San Diego to Balboa Park, which contains the San Diego Zoo, The Museum of Man, the Fleet Science Center, the Air & Space Museum, the Natural History Museum, and a buuuuuuuuuunch more:

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

The architecture was amazing, and so was the weather. The entire time we were there, his parents didn’t need to turn on the air conditioning in their house. And this was August.

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

This is not a tiny fanny pack on Kamran’s hip but his camera case, so it’s fine:

Southern California Trip

At the Natural History Museum:

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Southern California Trip

Kamran’s first 3-D movie (he was only pretending to not be excited for the camera):

Southern California Trip

A huge, bazillion-year-old tree outside the museum:

Southern California Trip

On the way back to Laguna, we passed the San Onofre Nuclear Generating Station, which look like two boobs rising from the beach, and which Kamran . . .

Southern California Trip

well . . .

I think this is a good place to end this.

Butt Clouds in Candyland

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All summer long, all I heard was that Katy Perry’s “California Gurls” was THE song of the summer.

Now, THE song (and video, oh, the video) of the summer for me was The Knife’s “Pass This On” (oh, I’m tearing up at its amazingness even now), but I understand that my tastes don’t coincide with the rest of America’s except where that one Justin Bieber song is concerned.

So I didn’t hear the Katy Perry song until last week in the gym. And I was like, “THIS is the song everyone thinks is so catchy?” I’ve heard it three times at this point, and I couldn’t tell you how a bit of it goes literally to save my life.

But then at my bowling team’s match this weekend, the video played on one of the monitors while I was in the midst of bowling the best game of my life, and I was shocked to see how cute it is. In fact, if I ever made a music video, that’s almost exactly how I’d want it to look. That’s how I want my life to look.

Especially the part where I always have a little cloud on my butt.

What’s the French Word for Breast?

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So there’s this really adorable French store in the West Village called Pylones that drew my doctor boyfriend and me in with its intensely bright neon colors one Saturday night a few weeks ago while we walked around after dinner. It looks like anime exploded both all over the walls and on everything being sold, which is a pretty exciting juxtaposition to the otherwise dark Grove Street with its trendy restaurants.

While Kamran was attracted to the $45 thermoses, I really wanted the $25 hen handbag. And of course there’s the $16 magnetic bird that chirps when you touch it and then is still chirping three hours later but is so cute you don’t mind.

But the one thing we couldn’t figure out?:


What the hell is a titi spoon?!

Boob Job

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Yea or nay?

Dewy Dripping Boobies

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me: What’s for dinner?
Boyfriend Kamran: I was planning to reheat the remaining chicken and make some more rice and vegetables, but we can do anything else. I’m not 100% sure when I’ll get out of work.
me: Umm . . .
Kamran: Don’t want that? I understand if that’s the case. We could pick up Subway instead, or even go out somewhere.
me: Oh, no, that sounds great. I’m just wondering if I should get something snacky.
Kamran: You should… um… eat some grapes.
me: Do we have some?
Kamran: No.
me: Tease!
Kamran: http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds2-4/red-grapes.jpg
me: Boobies! Dewy, dripping boobies!
Kamran: dot com
me: YES.

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