I think they got the alias...

If you ever find yourself veering off I-35 just south of downtown, stop in at Barbara's Pavillion - the dive-iest, funkiest, coolest, gayest gay bar in the area. And when you're veering, be sure it's on a Thursday night when it's karaoke all-night long! Here was last night's line-up (I'll try to list the songs in order of performance, but I'm not making any promises.):

Jason: "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton
Me: "Kiss on My List" by Hall & Oates
Laura: "Let's Hear It for the Boy" by Denise Williams
Me and Ashleigh: "I Know What Boys Like" by The Waitresses
Jason: ??? (I have a vague memory of him singing another song...........)
Me: "Gloria" by Laura Branigan
Laura and Vanessa (the girl with fab red pumps): "That Thing" by Lauren Hill
Me (with help from Laura and Ash): "Forever In Blue Jeans" by Neil Diamond

As you can see, I am plagued with stage fright and really don't like singing all that much. *wink wink* Here's a funny photo of Jason singing "Ghostbusters" last summer at Barbara's:



And here's one of me on stage (flanked by Dancey Jen, Ashleigh, and Kristi) one night at Barbara's when it wasn't karaoke night. Go figure. I hate the stage, right?



Note: You can see Ashleigh wearing my She Sells Seashells necklace and matching earrings. Jen had just bought it for her for her birthday. So...man! That was a year ago almost to the day! Check it out below:

Conchita Laredo

I'm not sure who Conchita Laredo is, but I just got a call on my private line at work asking for her. I imagine her with fruit on her head and a sarong 'round her waist, sipping a coconut rum drink with little umbrellas in it. Who are you, Conchita Laredo?

My brand new etsy store is open for business! Within in the first few hours I made 2 sales for 3 items total. Awright! This new store is called Tefi's Stash and it's solely for the supplies and beads that are causing my studio to overflow. Rather than sit on them and ponder what the heck to do with it all, I'm offering it up to you fine folks out there in nevernevercraftland. Here's my new banner:



Check out my stash and shop til you *pop*! (Signing up to shop on etsy is just like ebay, but easier and so much cooler! CLICKY HERE)

Esty-mania

As of late, I've been totally into the dangly necklace thing. The longer and more vibrant, the better. I went to Curiosities in Lakewood a couple weekends ago and bought some antique skeleton keys and wooden dominoes. I need to drill holes in the game pieces to make them necklace-worthy, but in the meantime I've already started new designs with the skeleton keys:


Skeleton Key I

Here are a couple other designs that play with the notion of real things in nature while being quirky and funky enough for anyone:


Octopus


Pluto

All of these necklaces are available at my etsy shop. And don't forget I've got all sorts supplies for sale, too! Have you seen my studio lately? It's crammed full of more stuff than I'll ever be able to use. So dig in already! (NB: Tefi's Stash is now open and features all of my beads and supplies for sale straight from my stash to you! Clicky here.):

Scratch-n-Sniff

As I got up from my desk this morning to get that necessary second cup of coffee, I caught a whiff of myself. I just looooove the perfume I'm wearing. Jason got it for me for my birthday back in May after I sniffed it on Ellen. It's one of the many Christian Dior perfumes - called Addict 2 - it comes in a pretty pink bottle.



Another recent fave of mine is DKNY's Be Delicious. The scent comes in a funky green bottle that looks a bit like a blobby spacecraft, and I half expect little green spacemen to come tromping out every time I spritz myself. It was a tad on the pricey side, even at the cheap-o perfume place in the mall, but well worth every drop.



I'm reminded of the book Perfume by Patrick Suskind. I read it back in college and loved it, thanks mostly in part to my odd sense of smell and my beloved nose, a.k.a. The Super Sniffer. The book is weird and creepy and so interesting. (Francophiles beware: the main character, a rogue murderer, is named Grenouille. But are you surprised? The author is German!) I'd let you borrow it, but it is strangley absent from my shelf. I think I lent it to J_____ years ago. She's a bit on the crazy side and we don't talk anymore so I'll just have to let that one go...

And speaking of smelly goodness, do you remember these? I had them all over my Trapper Keeper!

Catamarans and Parrots

Last night Jenn and I went on a pub crawl hosted by our hostel. Lots of young foreigners and vodka - superb! Today we went on a catamaran cruise around the bay. We barely made it after a mad sprint along The Embarcadero from Pier 9 to Pier 29 then hopped on a rikshaw that took us to Pier 39. We sprinted to dock I and just barely made it onto the boat. The tour was awesome and I still have my sea legs - wobbly and all. Then we walked to Telegraph Hill and up Coit Tower. The view was magnificent. We didn't see the parrots on the Hill, but we did catch about 7 flying by us near the wharves - bright flashes of green and red squacking in mad delight.

Now back at the hostel we are going to head out to The Stinking Rose where it's all garlic all the time. Then tonite we're off to an 80's dance club with Debra, a woman staying at the hostel who we met on the pub crawl last night.

Tomorrow we're doing the hippie Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, Chinatown, and Union Square. Then for dinner we're doing a crazy transvestite dinner club-type/singing lounge thing called Asia SF.

Right now the screen is moving up and down before my eyes. Looks like I've not only got my sea legs, but my sea arms, my sea eyes, my sea hands...and definitely my matted crazy sea hair. Life is good.

Greetings from San Fran, the city of ...?

What's it the city of? Lights? Hills? Cool breezes? Cafes? Tired feet?

This morning I went bright and early to an Italian cafe called E Tutto Qua ("it's all here"). They were only serving coffee that ealry so I had a superstrong cappucino and read more of The Poe Shadow, a novel I bought at the DFW airpot. Then I huffed it to Washington Park and ate at Cafe Divine - a ham and red pepper quiche and a side of home fried. Deeeelish. Then I walked back to my room and slept a good half hour. After that I walked down to the piers on Embarcadero and read a little more as the sound of seagulls interrupted my reading every 3 seconds.

As I sit in the internet cafe of my hostel waiting for my cousin to arrive, I'm reminded of some interesting things of note:

* Lots of cool boutiques on Grant St. to visit, esp. one specializing in funky beaded necklaces.
* Guy at E Tutto Qua had a cast on his leg painted in red, white, and green.
* Only seen one homeless person so far, and he whispered a plea for change. I was expecting more hostile beggars. We'll see.
* Didn't make it to Telegraph Hill to see the parrots. I figured Jennifer might like to see that, too. Plus, my thighs were shaking and I was dead tired.

A busy morning indeed!

The San Francisco Treat

This time tomorrow I'll be at the Green Tortoise Hostel in the heart of San Francisco. What will preceed this is a trip on an airport shuttle, a haul on Caltrain from San Jose to San Fran, a stint on a Muni bus, and a short huff to the Green Tortoise. I can't wait!

As is tradition for me, here is my inagural photo, pre-trip. See ya when I get back!

Papas Fritas

Life with a Super Sniffer is never easy. Those of us both blessed and cursed with an oddly strong sense of smell are always the first to notice a fart, or a field of flowers, or a dead skunk coming up in 5...4...3...2...there it is. We can also detect if your large aunt Sally has been passing out hugs to her favorite nephew, or if your grandma is making her famous salmon croquettes, or if that skanky girl at your work who still thinks wearing Loves Baby Soft is "neat-oh" has been hanging around your cubicle again....

But let me get to the point.

On Mondays it has become my habit to stop in for a pint or two at The Londoner in Addison after work. No, I'm not turning into Faye Dunaway's dear old barfly (I would have mentioned Micky Rourke instead, but everyone gets so darn sad when they are asked to ponder Mickey Rourke), rather I'm killing time between the end of my workday and the beginning of my metalsmithing class down the street at the Craft Guild.

This past Monday I had gone to Payless ShoeSource to get some cheap flats I could wear around town for my upcoming trip to San Francisco. I found these:



Cute, I know. And super cheap - like around 12 dollar something. So I'm wearing them on Monday evening as I eat my bread pudding, sip my Blue Moon (with orange!), and read Laurie Notaro's The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club when I notice a smell. I think to myself, well that's not exactly a British smell, now is it? The guys around me are just drinking beer. One of them looks like he emptied the tap on his own, and one of them is older than the Garden of Eden, but none of them is eating anything. So why do I smell McDonald's french fries??

I look around, shift my legs so that now my left leg is crossed and propped up on my right knee. Dangit, there it is again - not Wendy's, not Burger King, but McFreakinDondald's. Then I realize. It's me. Better yet, it's my brand spankin' new 12 dollar something shoes.

My new shoes smell like McDonald's french fries. Well, alright then. What's a girl to do but keep munching on her bread pudding...la-dee-da-hope-no-one-else-notices...