A Love Letter to a New Year

Living under the per diem (day two).

2012-01-12T22:28:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,

Day 2: $9+$13+$4 ($26)

Day two was destined to fail. I had a coffee visit, whichnever is enough for breakfast, so I went to the nearest café. Damn breakfastisn’t cheap. And damn breakfast wasn’t good. So $13.84later, I’m still hungry (picking through an unseasoned frittata – a frittatawith peas in it - for an hour works up an appetite). Marmalade Café didoffer free wi-fi, an interesting conversation between an Australian on a dietand his work buddy who took all the waitress’ advice, and a cute baby at the table next to me. Reminded me of my cousin Carrie's perfect twin daughters. (see below. oh-so-cute.)

Those darling Burch girls.

I must say I'm getting pretty great at my SoCal directions. I know my 405 from the 5 from the 55 and now know which way to turn on MacArthur to get to John Wayne. So scooting from Tustin Legacy to Irvine seemed like a breeze. (And I learned a little about these weird giant concrete structures: the Tustin Hangars. Read about them. Apparently they have their own weather. However that works.) Prior to hitting the road, like just one day prior, I had a hankering for pho (not hangaring) and so I overtook the table with a bunch of plates at Fawn's. I barely at half of it. But oh it was delicious. (this is seemingly unrelated, but read on to find a lunch with even more plates.)

You'd think after a lunch that size (just yesterday) I'd be ready for something petite, and more salad like. Or at least trainer approved. But business took me elsewhere and for lunch I hit a DU alum’s spot- Mizuki- and feasted on asalmon plate lunch that took up the whole table. A well spent $13.31 (includingtip). Not only was Sarah the server super friendly, the food was tasty.

And I’m ALREADY OVER the allotted $26. Looks like no night cap for this kid.

Dinner at the Red Table (yum) and a successful night.

xo-LP

Living under the per diem (day one).

2012-01-11T20:51:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,

Day 1 ($28. That's weird. writing to 28 about $28)

I’m sitting in the Des Moines airport, wearing my glasses(that pepper to eye incident was a doozy. And some single-cell-membrane in myeye, one of the ONLY places in the body that there is a membrane that is a merecell thick, is having a serious issue) looking out onto a clouding-as-I-typethis skyline. It’s too early for it to be getting dark (we passed the solstice)so I guess Jeriann was right and a storm is a-brewing. Finally snow. It’sJanuary 11^th and yesterday I didn’t wear a coat from one officebuilding to the next. But now, well now it looks like this.

Now that the mixtape buddies have all been sent out (using avery sophisticated system) I’m focused completely on the trip ahead, the bigevent I’ll be working and the gifts that (fingers crossed) I’ll be coming homewith. Each time I hit the road, Iwhisper complaints about per diem and how much darn money I spend on my trips,especially when traveling alone and especially in California and mostespecially on hotel bourbon. So this trip, thanks to an idea of Chelsea’s andmy plan to spend less in January, I’ll be (gasp) living within the per diem onthis jaunt to CA.

So. Here we are. Day one. For today, J’s 30^thbday, I’ll be spending $28. (That’ll get me through Houston and into OrangeCounty late this Wednesday night—we’re talking like post-11pm).

I had plenty of time to pick up pretzel crisps (these areterrifically delicious. Like seriously good. Now- Caeli, how good are they forme?), a water and a postcard for a love letter: $6.73. That managedto get me through the 2.5 hours to Houston, and through the lengthyconversation happening behind me. More on that later. With illustration.

I’ve only been to HOU once before (with Sarah and shesomehow managed to get her whole glass of wine free) and hastily devourednachos. This time I landed on a fancy wine bar place, which is so cool to do inairports now, Le Grand Comptoir. I was able to stretch my leftover $21.27 (ok Iwent over by 47¢): a tasty roasted beet and goat cheese salad with a glass oftempranillo.

And finally. Arriving at the Double Tree, I find this unfortunate vehicle with its lights on. To it's owner: you're welcome. (and next time, lock your car. if i were a thirsty thief instead of a kind late check-in-er, I would have stolen your orange juice.)

Until tomorrow.

xo-LP

LAST CHANCE TO MIXTAPE!

2012-01-09T06:41:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,
LAST DAY to sign up for the exchange (yep. I've extended the deadline. Because on Monday's at 6:37am after a serious poblano pepper/eye incident and a cardio-strength training workout I feel generous.) Because I've extended the deadline-- mixtape buddies will be sent out on Wednesday.

Here are the rules (in list form of course):

1- Email me at xo.lp.blog@gmail.com your name + mailing address by January 9th if you'd like to participate.

2- You will receive an email with the name + mailing address of your mixtape buddy by January 11th.

3- Pull together your favorite tracks of 2011 and make your playlist.

3a- One song per artist please (Yes. I listened to Watch the Throne for about three weeks, but one track from the gods of hip hop is plenty.)

3b- Try to compile a list that's about 60 minutes long. (Check out here, here and here for inspiration)

3c- All songs should be from 2011. (I know you just discovered the power of Bieber's smash single, Baby, but it wasn't put out in 2011, so keep it off the list.)

4- Burn your mixtape on a CD.

5- Send out your carefully packaged best-of-2011 mixtape to your buddy by January 30th. (I know last year some folks didn't receive their hotly anticipated mix. So be sure to send it this year. It makes people happy.)

NOW SIGN UP. BY TOMORROW.

xo-LP

This month ahead.

2012-01-04T08:30:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,
Oh January. Like everyone else using the Gregorian calendar, I have big plans for you. A new year is rejuvenating. (That word sounds like it's only used in Neutrogena commercials) There'll be many meals, budgeting, hot pink calendar making, love letter writing and lots of time at the office.

After about twelve days off from 8-5 life, I'm getting back on track (and even got my lazy bones outta bed by 5:13am to get back to the glaza studio two days in a row.) I've been in the kitchen a bunch lately, cooking for my good-lookin people. Cooked up some mole (talk about lots of ingredients, layers of flavor, and use of the mini-magic-bullet-knockoff-blender), roasted my first chicken, my very own chicken stock that went into this simple and tasty creamy carrot soup (I am crazy about my new immersion blender, just crazy about it) the go-to eggplant recipe and made the easiest delicious ricotta dumplings. Big plans to keep cookin in January. (It'll make my Mint emails be easier to look at when the bar/restaurant budget is manageable and less gasp-worthy and hopefully impress those good-lookin people)

(Thanks DMSC + Joe Crimmings for the 2012 party photo)

Bring on the metaphorical snow days. (this phrase has a three post maximum)
xo-LP

Packed to the gunwalls with surprises.

2012-01-02T08:01:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,
2011 ended. 68 blogposts later, it's over.
This year was certainly full of surprises: full of unexpected thrills, unanticipated successes, shocking pain and unpredicted blessings. (Thank you thesaurus) I've been reflecting on my 2011, trying to come up with my favorite bits, and while there were many, here's a few highlights. (Surprising ones of course)

It surprised me how much I love to wear yellow. I was surprised by how much talking in front of a crowd makes my knees shake. I was surprised by how quickly life can change, how much I miss her, how kind strangers could be and how senseless the world can seem. I was surprised by how thrilling a night of glitter and hairspray and lights and art can be. It surprised me that in a mere nine minutes I can give blood and life to someone. And then surprised by how quickly that can make me pass out.

I was surprised by the Paluchs and Rob Sheffield. I was surprised how the pillowy beds at the Double Tree in Springfield helped me actually rest on my vacation, how finding the kindest of people has made everyday better and that John Mellencamp completes all roadtrips. I was surprised by my songwriting skills when fueled by a day of Barilla and a pizza beret. It surprised me to see how these new digs have brought me so much joy.

I was surprised by the most delicious cake of all time: buttercake. It surprised me just how awesome I was at wiffle ball during batting practice and just how terrible I was during the games. I was surprised by September, by every little bit of it, and delighted by it. I was surprised by a sushi dinner and the Alpine and the days and weeks and splendid months that continue to follow. (I will forever be in love with September) It surprised me that I have accidentally amazing aim when no-look throwing a bean bag. And I was surprised I still know how to win at euchre.

It surprised me how patient I can be while cooking french chicken in Tom's fancy kitchen. I was surprised by a fever at the end of Iowa's boring loss to Nebraska but still had a memorable day. It surprised me (and still does) that people buy and send my postcards and that they showed up in full supportive force at the Stoop for the party. It surprised me that I'd never been in the Hancock building and that I got to go, with my cool sister Jen. I was surprised by how many of us were able to come out for the BeThereBeStupid crawl and how much my whole family danced.

(thanks DMSC and Joe Crimmings for the pic)

I feel so excited for 2012. Like when you went to bed as a kid when the sky was pink and the weather lady was telling to you hunker down and be ready for a big snow and that snow-day excitement kept you up too late. That's how I feel. Like there might just be a whole bunch of metaphorical snow days. (and I know just who will send me an email laughing at this phrase.) Regardless, I can't wait.

Wishing you the very best in 2012.

xo-LP

Mixtape Exchange 2011 (the sequel)

2011-12-27T13:59:00.003-06:00

Dear 28,
Time to get mixtaping! See full details HERE and read more below.

Here are the rules (in list form of course):

1- Email me at xo.lp.blog@gmail.com your name + mailing address by January 6th if you'd like to participate.

2- You will receive an email with the name + mailing address of your mixtape buddy byJanuary 10th.

3- Pull together your favorite tracks of 2011 and make your playlist.

3a- One song per artist please (Yes. I listened to Watch the Throne for about three weeks, but one track from the gods of hip hop is plenty.)

3b- Try to compile a list that's about 60 minutes long. (Check out here, here and herefor inspiration)

3c- All songs should be from 2011. (I know you just discovered the power of Bieber'ssmash single, Baby, but it wasn't put out in 2011, so keep it off the list.)

4- Burn your mixtape on a CD.

GO.

xo-LP

May your days be merry.

2011-12-23T08:43:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,
Wishing you the happiest of holidays.

xo-LP

Is there a trick to putting your car in reverse?

2011-12-19T18:27:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,
It happened. Likely the most adult experience of my 28 years of life (or something like that).

It really was time. I mean the Focus (RIP) sat at Drake Garage more in the last three weeks than it did behind the stoop. We picked up my darling car (hindsight makes everything seem sweeter. I'm choosing to only remember the good times in that gold Ford), and drove off to Smart Honda, where she'd be laid to rest.

You see, the Focus decided that once parked, she would just refuse to go in reverse. One final malfunction, but she carried me safely to the next ride in my life.

Finally crossed off #21.

xo-LP

I want to be a shining czar.

2011-12-13T14:45:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,

I'm running for Social Czar* of Des Moines. How bizarre.

The Des Moines Social Club [DMSC] is holding their first "Faux Caucus" and they've asked me to join the race. In addition to achieving my lifelong dream of being cool, (True. See photo below. While those glasses may now be considered hipster, in '89- uncool) I'll have the chance to make a donation to my favorite place in all of Des Moines, The Des Moines Art Center [DMAC]. In order to give the big gift, I need some big votes-- here's where you can help!

Want to support the DMAC and the DMSC?

(Very similar acronyms. Both are awesome art-promoting organizations that make DSM a super place)

Oh and make me cool (see photo again. think Sally Jessy Raphael)

Check out this link: https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/DHMJQ5H

Vote. There's 13 nominees. Again, only the final five will have the chance to campaign for their charity. Many of my competitors have campaign videos and cool slogans or sell tshirts. (I've even been called a candyass.)

See you at the BASH. (Buy tickets for that HERE. The final five also speak at the event. So that should be interesting.)

If you're an out-of-towner, Vote anyway. I need you.

Thanks for your help!

xo-

*Social Czar | social zär; (t)sär | (noun):
1. a title for a fancy person who wins the Des Moines Social Club's Faux Caucus.
2. a person with great authority or power, or at least someone who gets a bathroom named for them.
3. most importantly a way to get a bunch of donations for the Des Moines Art Center.

Mixtape Exchange 2011

2011-12-13T09:00:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,
Remember this?

It's coming back. And soon. The xo-LP mixtape exchange returns. More details coming right after the holidays. Start preppin your playlist.
xo-LP

#21

2011-12-12T08:25:00.002-06:00

Dear 28,
It's time. #21. It's time.

xo-LP

A real live rock show.

2011-12-11T14:51:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,
No vacation is complete without a rock show. After feasting on Nick's famous "tacos*" and sharing a moment of tequila, we took a cab through the ghettos of Uptown to the Aragon.

(Thank you for all the photos Tim.)

So the tickets said 7pm. And they meant it. It was about 7:38pm when we made it to the ballroom, which looked an awful lot like a Dario Robleto piece, and the Local Natives were already ON STAGE. (gasp. noooo. gasp. watch checking. twitter search. gasp.) We missed the opening opener, Wye Oak, which was an unfortunate surprise, especially after reading what the AV Club has to say about their album. They must have played a short little set but heard that they "rocked quite hard."

I have a thing for the Local Natives. We've bonded on many Muscatine road trips. So seeing them was the highlight of the evening for me. Especially hearing this one. We witnessed about 8 songs (I think we may have missed one or two) and then waited for The National to emerge.

Pointing at something and accidentally making a mustache.

A man was crazy body dancing next to us. So that was awesome. It was a little like a sauna in the star-covered Aragon.

(my blackberry took this picture. which is not good.)

I wasn't completely sold on the National pre-show (Like I said- I came to see the Local Natives) but damn they put on a real live rock show. The stage video stuff was pretty awesome. The lead singer carried himself like a bigtimer. I was enjoying the light show, the vests, the inaudible banter.

And then-- oh then there came the encore. I should first admit I don't really care for encores. It's become so standard that there's no "ok-we'll-play-just-one-more-song-because-you-love-us-that-much" magic. But then the National encored. and WHOA.

Overall- impressive. And I added another outta state concert to the list. Thanks JEN for coming with me. And the Paluchs, my new vacation buddies, that book run from the bus was so exciting.
xo-LP

Marine Drive Getaway.

2011-12-04T18:54:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,
These digs are unbuster. So are Jen and Nick.

yes. we are all wearing the same outfit.

Megabus-ed to Chicago for an extended stay. Kicked the celebration of a vacation off with what Jen calls the "best pizza ever" and although a near fistfight broke out over delivery time, Pizza Rustica was quite tasty.

Hitting the lanes at the Diversey River Bowl with some Muskies. Then there was the Dose Market and meeting the Buckshot Sonny boys. A visit to giant Marilyn. (Seriously dudes. Why stand under her skirt? It's not that funny. Stop it. This article agrees.)

Then we went all-in holiday: Christkindlmarket. Mulled wine. Lots of glass ornaments. And German accents. And the commemorative boot mug.

Then there was brunch at Orange, shopping on Michigan Avenue, accidentally free whiskey and KATIE TIME (jenga. jenga. jenga.)

Then the tour de fancy places. Hancock. Trump. Hub 51. Great views of the chilly city. A ginger drink with flowers. An amazing (and recreate-able) brussels sprout salad.

Then there was the National+Local Natives show (more on that later). And breakfast with Jake. Whew. What a perfect trip to the Windy City. Thanks Jen and Nick-- you're terrific hosts.

xo-LP

Yesvember recap.

2011-12-01T14:52:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,

Yesvember has come to a close, and as expected, themonth dazzled me. A couple bits to note- there are indeed only 30 days inNovember. Good thing I picked up on that in the original November post "28challenges. 31 days. One month of Yes (and a wee bit of stress) because I can'tkeep saying no to the blog."

Mid-27 I wrote what might have been my favorite post of the year about what I've learned inthe process of writing my little love letter. And a little over a year later, I'm writing admittedly less. (Currently I’m writing on a moving bus. With Tim and Gretchen and Garrett's popcorn. And it’s two weeks after Ishould have posted this. Because a mid-year post should actually be posted midyear.)

The thing about this year: I’ve still been doing really cool things. AndI’m not just writing that so I sound really cool.

There was that great show in Omaha (wherewe slept at the classiest casino this side of the Missouri), and the time Ihosted scotch club (and purchased $250+worth of scotch with my 15% discount), and when we watched zombies takeoverthe East Village (and ate burgers namedfor them), oh and I printed my postcards (but we all know that by now), and once I was in a band for a night (this is worth repeating. a true riot of rhythm),I saw three couples wed (aw), I skipped out on a camping trip (for a good reason. I promise), there was that frontrow dance party with Mayer Hawthorne ($6 tickets and sweet soul beats), and for about six weeks I was workin outat 5:15am (the most shocking fact of them all.)

All that cool stuff was never really written about. Maybe I’m too busyenjoying the year to thank her. Or maybe I’m just lazy. Or maybe having theinternet at home really doesn’t encourage me to write more. But the truth is I'm having a super cool 28th year.

~~1. Try a new bourbon.~~
2. Make a pie for Thanksgiving.
~~3. See the Hawkeyes play live. (It's #13.)~~
4. Stir up something out of the "Cook with Jamie" book you couldn't live without.
~~5. Peek inside the Basilica of St. John.~~
6. Renew my passport.
~~7. Create a line of XO-LP Holiday cards.~~
~~8. Eat at Cafe di Scala.~~
~~9. Decorate the Stoop for Christmas.~~
10. Build a human pyramid.
11. Read a book. (This just can't seem to happen)
~~12. Go to the Des Moines Symphony.~~
~~13. Master the art of winter layers. And fearlessly wear tights.~~
~~14. Cheer on the Bulldogs at a basketball game.~~
15. See a play.
16. See Des Moines' Bass Pro Shop. (If it's cool in Springfield...)
17. Walk across that Center Street Bridge.
~~18. Take more photobooth photos.~~
~~19. Celebrate the onset of the holidays (and sell a bunch of cards) at the East Village Holiday Promenade.~~
20. Walk through that Woodland Cemetery.
~~21. Coq au Vin.~~
~~22. Go to a movie.~~
~~23. Take a yoga class. Maybe more than once.~~
24. Go see the ArtVend machine up in Ames.
~~25. Play cards.~~
~~26. Perform with Our Kelly.~~
27. Light the sparklers. Even thought they are out of season.
28. Retry baking a cake.

Yesvember.
xo-LP

Game face.

2011-11-27T11:13:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,
Thursday. 2:36pm.
From Muskie. To Des Moines. To Marysville. 12:14am. ish.
(Jessica you're a terrific driver and big thank you to the Searcey family*.)
Friday. 6:08am.
Bus must leave by 7:00am- right.

Friday. 7:26am.
Onto Lincoln.

Friday. 11:00am.
Game time. (After walking a maze of sidewalks and bridges and through throngs of fans that matched the crowds at the WalMarts we passed. Game time.)
Friday. 9:21pm.
Leave Lincoln.
Saturday. 1:34am.
Back to DSM. Lots of sleeping.
xo-LP

*Thank you again Searceys! So hospitable.

Just so damn thankful.

2011-11-24T10:05:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,

What a year. It has been oh-so-spectacular. And the last two months have been the very best. I can't wait to celebrate the final act of 2011 all December long.

Thank you so much for reading. For being awesome. Never have I felt more grateful.
Gobble. Gobble.
xo-LP

CoqAuVinture.

2011-11-22T10:55:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,
I don't know how to say "Coq Au Vin" out loud. I bet you are trying to right now. Qu'il est difficile de dire. And even though Tom has repeated it about 16 times to me, I still sound ridiculous. Co uh wha? Coke oh van? Really? 4 years of high school French class paid off big time. I can sing a song about strawberries (J'aime les fraises) and understand a little bit of French movies without reading the subtitles. Thank you Miss Sorden.

Photo credit goes to Fawn + Sara.

Tom tells me French food takes time, the finest ingredients, and patience. Ina Garten tells me it's just like Beef something or another, but with chicken. Local foodie, and cookbook author, and friend of Tom's, Miss Moranville writes a whole book about French cooking and gave us her blessing on the shortened Coq recipe. But Sarah tells me I'm cheating by both using le poulet (instead of coq) and cooking up the impossible-to-pronounce-naturally recipe in one night rather than the French Master Julia's way-- over two frickin days, deux jours. I decided to use the Barefoot Contessa's recipe for several reasons. 1. This recipe is doable in one night. 2. Barefoot Contessa's book has really pretty pictures. 3. Tom said it was a good idea.

CoqAuVinture night was a lot of work (and there was beaucoup de vin). Les carottes, les oignons, beaucoup de vin, lard de fantaisie. That's basically coq au vin in French. There's a lot of browning of chicken (like a lot of it). And the bacon-- don't be all skimpy on that. Tom says to go for REALLY fancy bacon. And the wonderful Abbe picked out a special bottle of vin for the recipe. (While you're looking at the Gateway site, click on the "meat/seafood" tab. You'll recognize a meat buyer.) You don't really want to skimp on that either. She picked out one that had a stamp on it-- HOW APPROPRIATE!

After the bacon cooking, the chicken browning (go for the golden+tan-ish color), and being super patient (obviously this was the hardest part of the whole recipe for me), you add the veggies and wine and herbs and chicken stock and probably other ingredients I forgot about. Then there's the time you get to light the pot of delicious food on fire. That was fun.

oh. that smells delicious. especially after adding booze and lighting it on fire.

Overall the dish turned out to be flavorful, oh-so French and far simpler than I thought, but it does take a while. The final meal earned a highfive. (as pictured below)

Someday I'll try it Sarah's way (only if she does the first day of cooking. read that Sarah. And let's make that happen. coq au vin- off can still occur) And I would definitely make the Contessa's recipe again. Thanks Tom and Sara and Fawn for sharing the French feast with me (and putting it all together). Vous êtes la plus grande compagnie.
Also. This post taught me how to type accents. SO much learning in French cooking!
What a CoqAuVinture.
xo-LP

Now. Usually we don't do this but...

2011-11-20T18:57:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,

It happened.

xo-LP

Front paged.

2011-11-17T16:16:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,
This was an unexpected start to my day.

What I thought was a little story a friend needed a quote/photo from a renter for turned out to be front page news. Lots of Yesvember items crossed off the list this week. Many a bloggable moment in week 3.

xo- LP

Hustle.

2011-11-16T07:53:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,
My midmonth Tuesday was quite the success. In fact this whole week, while a bit crazed, was a success. (And I did end up on the cover of the Register. That was weird.)
But. First. Let's pause for a super cute baby.

Emily, you are also cute in your own tall and blonde and charming way, but your kid is awesome. So back to the church trip. Emily offered to peek inside the Basilica with me. We forded the ghetto and tried the doors. (FYI- if you venture east of MLK to St. John's, head to the back doors, the majestic front ones are locked.)

One more baby interruption.

We wandered around to the back doors in time for the noon mass crowd and, when we finally made it to the back of the church: whoa. How I have never been inside this breathtaking church that sits mere blocks from my office is beyond me. The gilded ceiling. The distinguished columns. Damn. (I didn't say damn in church. Don't worry Sister Jean Margaret.) Well worth the trip. Next time I'll actually stay for Mass and be a good Catholic.

From the basilica to the Knapp. After several years of season ticket holding, it had been far-too-long since my last visit (I feel like I'm repenting to the Knapp.) No better time to go back than for the instate rivalry, the battle on I35 (does anyone call it that?): Drake v ISU.

As you can see there was lots of hustle from the Bulldogs. That's what that blackberry photo was attempting to capture: hustle. With the Mayor at the helm, Iowa State was the favorite, especially considering the Dennis Rodman wannabe out-weighs our point guards, combined, by about 36 lbs. My basketball buddy was cheering for the wrong team, but thankfully wore neutral colors (who really looks good in red and gold anyway? Am I right?) Oh and then my team won. So that was awesome.
So much more to write about. Week 3 had many an adventure.
xo-LP

ps- You can now like (only if you really mean it) XO-LP on the facebook.

Yesvember update.

2011-11-14T07:59:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,

1. Try a new bourbon.

2. Make a pie for Thanksgiving.

3. See the Hawkeyes play live. (It's #13.)

4. Stir up something out of the "Cook with Jamie" book you couldn't live without.

~~5. Peek inside the~~ ~~Basilica of St. John~~.

6. Renew my passport.

~~7. Create a line of XO-LP Holiday cards.~~

~~8. Eat at~~ ~~Cafe di Scala~~.

9. Decorate the Stoop for Christmas.

10. Build a human pyramid.

11. Read a book. (This just can't seem to happen)

~~12. Go to the~~ ~~Des Moines Symphony~~.

13. Master the art of winter layers. ~~And fearlessly wear tights~~.

~~14. Cheer on the~~ ~~Bulldogs~~ ~~at a basketball game.~~

15. See a play.

16. See Des Moines' Bass Pro Shop. (If it's cool in Springfield...)

17. Walk across that Center Street Bridge.

18. Take more photobooth photos.

~~19. Celebrate the onset of the holidays (and sell a bunch of cards) at the~~ ~~East Village~~ ~~Holiday Promenade.~~

20. Walk through that Woodland Cemetery.

~~21.~~ ~~Coq au Vin.~~

~~22. Go to a movie.~~

~~23. Take a yoga class. Maybe more than once.~~

24. Go see the ArtVend machine up in Ames.

~~25. Play cards.~~

~~26. Perform with Our Kelly.~~

27. Light the sparklers. Even though they are out of season.

28. Retry baking a cake.

xo-LP

Paul Donato and his Nielsen Survey.

2011-11-13T22:01:00.001-06:00

Dear 28,
Sorry, Paul Donato, for using your name in the blog title. I didn't have any idea what to call tonight's post, and your Nielsen survey you sent me to fill out is sitting here, staring at me, reminding me that while I completed it and documented a whole week of TV watching, I have yet to send you my "television diary." (I apparently watch less that 4 hours of TV a week. Two of which were devoted to the Sing Off. Yep- I admit it. See this explanation.) Thank you, Paul Donato, for choosing me to participate in this survey and the $35 you've sent me for doing so. You bought a round of drinks at the Alpine last weekend.
Yesvember week 2 was not as productive, but I had an unexpected trip to Beverly Hills midweek that took me away from list cross-off-ing. While out in fancytown, California, my intolerable blackberry decided to die, thus there are no charming photos to share. I did get to come back and see the fam in Muskietown, then hurry home for a delightful evening of unexpectedly awesome music. The weekend closed with a Thanksgiving feast (Thanks Ashley!)

Week 3 looks to be a busy one according to my outlook. Should cross off at least 6 items (ambitious I know.) It's already November 13th. Can you believe that?

Thanks Paul Donato. You made this post less boring.

xo-LP

Week one is done.

2011-11-06T22:26:00.000-06:00

Dear 28,
Let's talk progress. Firstly, I've blogged three times in November, that's a new 28 record. Secondly, the list has already started serving it's wonderful purpose again: I'm getting excited about little things, writing about them, and enjoying each day of the month of Yes.
In the first short 6 days of the month I've managed to cross off 4 items (now if only November would be 7 weeks long...) Here's where the the scoop, and I've included some commentary. Because that's what I do.

4. Stir up something out of the "Cook with Jamie" book you couldn't live without.
Good news: I picked out a recipe. Bad news: I wimped out and had delicious pizza at J. Benjamins instead.

7. Create a line of XO-LP Holiday cards.

This one. In progress. So holiday-ish.

~~12. Go to the~~ ~~Des Moines Symphony~~.

Will and I spent the afternoon at the symphony today enjoying "Beyond the Score" and learning a whole bunch about Mr. Muggorgsky (he was called "Modest." Who names their child that? A lot to live up to if you ask me) and Russian folk songs and witnessed a stage full of brilliant musicians. Afternoons like that remind me how much Des Moines has that I don't appreciate daily. Read what Michael had to say about his visit to the symphony. And while reading it, know I beat Michael in euchre.

13. Master the art of winter layers. And fearlessly wear tights.

I'm doing my research and cataloging my inspiration.

~~22. Go to a movie.~~
Movie not terrific, but my companion was a delight. It was a slow moving story that didn't impress me as much as the one preview I saw did. Although it did make me want to be in Puerto Rico in the 60s. And dress like this.

~~25. Play cards.~~

26. Perform with Our Kelly.
We did a practice run at Carl's on Friday. I've decided we'd be more effective in R.Kelly themed outfits.

Going to LA for a short trip this week. But that won't get in the way of list progress. Back to trying to draw a sheep. (I mean last week I drew an Elvis. And I did a mariachi band of trees. But this damn sheep. Every time I sketch it turns out baaaaa-d.)
xo-LP

Winner. Winner. Turkey Dinner.

2011-11-04T14:10:00.003-05:00

Dear 28,
Spoiler alert: We won.
Gretchen put together a tournament, I signed up partnerless and ready to re-learn* my Euchre "skills." She kindly sent out a Euchre how-to and I, of course, researched the origins of the game. Six tables. 12 teams. And one super cute baby. We took to the tables and battled it out to see which team would trump the others.

Photos thanks to Tim. (Thanks Tim)

Lindsay and I took home the coveted trophy and the turkey, winning the first Euchre Night. (In an admittedly controversial, but still completely legitimate way.)

Here are a few things I learned in the Euchredome (which is what I'm now calling the Paluch's home, formally known as #scotchclubplace):
1- I'm a teacher's pet. Still. I read the rules Gretchen sent out. But at least I knew Brianne did too. Oh and I did additional research.(I tried to put an interesting Euchre fact out there--"did you know Euchre is thought to be a German card game that gained popularity in Michigan?" It wasn't exactly well received. I think there were audible groans. That was the end of interesting Euchre facts. Obviously.)
2- I have really competitive friends. Like really competitive. Like ultra competitive.
3- Hook references are lost on most people. Come on. It was 1991. Rufio grew on you throughout the movie and you know you cried when he was stabbed by the Hook. "Bangarang Peter!"
4- Scoring systems upset people and Boise State. Scoring systems just can't please everyone. Sorry Steve.
5- Clubs and Spades actually look quite different. I can't seem to tell the difference. (Sort of like how I don't know right from left.) But because Lindsay is kind, she didn't make fun of me for it and allowed me to call them "shovels" and "clovers" (much better descriptions of their shapes)
6- "Picking up tricks" is rarely unfunny to say outloud.
7- Pumpkin Doughnut Muffins, according to the tournament director, "taste like dirt feels."

In the end, three rounds were played, three teams were left undefeated and the Tournament Director took it to the individual game scores. So we "won." And I held my winnings over the heads of the Harders. Sorry Steve.

I crossed off #25 for Yesvember. I reconciled with Lily (shown above looking studious) and I think she's pretty much over the beanbag incident (although I'm not sure I'll ever be). Winner.

xo- LP

*Anne, Katie and Jeans taught me euchre in college. Thanks friends. Sorry I never won games on the 710 E. Jefferson porch. But last night, oh last night I was a winner.

Yesvember makes a comeback. (And so does the blog).

2011-11-01T20:58:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
It's time to be ambitious again. According to some fancy horoscope Liz sent me, my November is going to be packed to the gunwalls (brought that back too) with yeses. Last year I blogged a whole bunch more. Yes. I know this. So I've decided to do the midyear list of 28.

Yesvember makes a comeback. Some of the items not completed from last year made this year's list, and I've included some exciting and terribly mundane bits I'm hoping to complete in 11/2011 as well.

28 challenges. 31 days. One month of Yes (and a wee bit of stress) because I can't keep saying no to the blog.
1. Try a new bourbon.
2. Make a pie for Thanksgiving.
3. See the Hawkeyes play live. (It's #13.)
4. Stir up something out of the "Cook with Jamie" book you couldn't live without.
5. Peek inside the Basilica of St. John.
6. Renew my passport.
7. Create a line of XO-LP Holiday cards.
8. Eat at Cafe di Scala.
9. Decorate the Stoop for Christmas.
10. Build a human pyramid.
11. Read a book. (This just can't seem to happen)
12. Go to the Des Moines Symphony.
13. Master the art of winter layers. And fearlessly wear tights.
14. Cheer on the Bulldogs at a basketball game.
15. See a play.
16. See Des Moines' Bass Pro Shop. (If it's cool in Springfield...)
17. Walk across that Center Street Bridge.
18. Take more photobooth photos.
19. Celebrate the onset of the holidays (and sell a bunch of cards) at the East Village Holiday Promenade.
20. Walk through that Woodland Cemetery.
21. Coq au Vin.
22. Go to a movie.
23. Take a yoga class. Maybe more than once.
24. Go see the ArtVend machine up in Ames.
25. Play cards.
26. Perform with Our Kelly.
27. Light the sparklers. Even thought they are out of season.
28. Retry baking a cake.

Sounds like a lot. So who's with me?
xo-LP

Spooktacular!

2011-10-31T08:08:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
This blog hasn't died yet. Internet at the stoop now. And LOOK, several items newly crossed off the list. Unlike the last six months, the next six will be full of poorly-written-about fun. Including a post about the greatest show I've seen in the last two years, a night of scotchclub at the stoop and the many other undocumented adventures.

Happy Halloween!

xo-LP

SuperFancy Cooking on a Sunday takes a long time.

2011-09-26T14:52:00.001-05:00

Dear 28,
Writing about cooking? This blog is getting really diverse in content. I keep all my Martha Stewart Living magazines. Semi-obsessively. But I've never cooked a recipe out of any of them. So after scanning the pages of old October issues, I settled on crafting a feast. I could locate and operate an immersion blender. I could figure out how to peel a squash. I would conquer this meal plan provided by the queen of craftiness. (This is how I talk myself up when tackling a difficult task. Or when planning to host another stoop dinner that requires a hefty grocery list. Positive vibes.)

The menu included:
Roasted Pumpkin Soup
Black-Eyed Pea Salad
Cheese Flautas with Cilantro Pesto
Apple Cranberry Crumble

Martha was even kind enough in the article to tell me the order in which to cook things (1. Roast veggies and make pesto. 2. Prepare black eyed peas, salad dressing. 3. Blend soup and prepare flautas. 4. Fry stuff.)

So with my sous chef (Liz you were excellent company) and all the ingredients scattered on the counter, I started peeling 2.75lbs of butternut squash. "Butternut squash?" you say. Yes. Apparently a "sugar pumpkin" doesn't exist at Dahl's and even the produce guy is unsure if a "pie pumpkin" and a "sugar pumpkin" are the same thing. (Note: apparently the two are the same. Sometimes called "sugar pie pumpkins.") While darling Martha did not tell me how to peel or cut up a butternut squash, I was able to cross reference Real Simple, and managed to not slice off my fingers with the sharpest, largest serrated knife ever. Then there was the use of an immersion blender. That was fun.

There were those cilantro+pepitas pesto troubles (the mini-food-processor had some problems). If you decide to make that pesto-- be sure to add extra lime juice and to know that you really only have to buy one bunch of cilantro, that's plenty. Martha asks for you to use baby red mustard greens in the salad, psh. Using a spring mix pre-packaged salad worked just fine. The crumble used the prettiest shiny red frozen cranberries, but would have benefited from some bonus sugar (I used granny smith apples, maybe a sweeter baking apple would have helped too.)

In the end the meal took about 3.5 hours to prepare, fed about 8 people and was polished off in about 20 minutes. The food was complimented. My sleeveless blue angels shirt I wore while cooking was not.

xo- LP

I just can't get enough.

2011-09-21T14:41:00.001-05:00

Dear 28,
I just can't get enough makes its triumphant return. (and covers some topics you're all dying to know about).

1- The Meaning of Flowers.
I'm serious. I spent nearly 1.5 hours looking at this. After lots of research (and realizing this is why some people may think I'm weird) I had two (other) thoughts.
A) Who determined all of this? Was there a flower panel? Maybe a florist who wanted to peddle more Red Tulips (those mean "declaration of love" and a symbol of a perfect lover. sending tulips make a bold statement)? Maybe it's just a bunch of whooie? and B) Why don't florists tell me these things before I send Gardenias to my boss. There's lots of sites that say many different things, but my favorites included:

Yellow Carnations = Rejection

(Who sends rejection flowers? Maybe the Bachelor should start handing yellow carnations out to the chicks he doesn't like. That'd shake up a rose ceremony.)

Purple Hyacinth = I'm sorry

Begonias = "Beware I am fanciful"
(Who says that? I think I will start.)

2- Recipes, Reading Cookbooks KarenBrady-Style, and all things Martha Stewart.

The new digs have turned me into a kitchen dweller, again. Maybe its the early morning cardio (I don't believe it most mornings either) and the quest to eat a wee bit better, or the fact that I have a dishwasher (that's more likely), but whatever it is, I'm using the hell out of this new kitchen. I've also spent a bunch of time asking questions about food at the farmers market. (Did you know: kohlrabi is to be peeled and eaten raw. Chicken mushrooms actually have the texture of chicken, seems obvious though, but they also stand up well to grilling. There are itty bitty tomatoes at the Butcher Crick Farms stand that you could eat like grapes.)

Here's a few I think you should try: non-cole-slaw-coleslaw, Ratatouille (without the poached eggs), and you should get Chase+Sara to help you make a shrimp boil too.

3- Shows on which they sing.

It's a well known fact that I'd prefer life to be a musical.

(I should also note that all I want to do most of the time is be on a stage, in a band, a backup dancer, etc. #19 was crossed off on the epic Jake+Sahar weekend where I was in a band. Like on the stage. In a band of men with Irish brogues. I played a fancy tambourine. People now call me the "Rhythm Riot." And by people, I mean me.)

A photo from the epic weekend. (after I was in a band)

So sign me up for SingOffs, and XFactors and Glee. I'll gladly sing into a wooden spoon during commercials while I whip up cilantro pesto flautas and pumpkin soup. That's not at all embarrassing.

4- Books that teach creatives how to write a business plan.

I've checked out all I can find at the Des Moines Public Library. I've tried to piece together notes of them all.
Here's what I've flipped through:
The Handmade Marketplace
Craft, Inc
How to Make Money Using Etsy (Sorry dude-who-wrote-this, I didn't find you terribly helpful)
Start Your Own Arts and Crafts Business
What else should I be reading?

(So much knowledge in one post.)
xo-LP

#postcardempire

2011-09-16T15:24:00.001-05:00

Dear 28,
First of all. Apparently August wasn't packed to the "gunwalls" (like the inside of a gun) but should have been packed to the "gunwales" (a nautical term I guess.) Easy mistake if you ask me.

Onto the biggest news of the year. It's really the biggest news of my year, to-date. I printed the postcards. Finally. All it took was a meeting down at Universal Printing, a few egg rolls, 37 handwritten lists, Sara's speedy print skills and talking about doing this for nearly 5 years.

And as a bonus, they were printed in time for this project: 2011ArtVend. I haven't seen the vending machine yet, but I'll share it when I do. If you're up in Ames next week- check out the project at Wheatsfield Cooperative Grocery.

I sold a bunch of cards wholesale the day they were printed to my dear friends at Ephemera and darling Emily of Francy Pants and I was feeling pretty great actually, until I realized I still had about 450 postcards on my hands. I even updated my Etsy site. Then, in a moment of potential insanity, sitting outside Aimee with Chels watching the world class athletes of the HyVee Triathlon race by, we plotted my teeny table at the East Village Bazaar.

With lots of help*, a super great drawer from Francy Pants, and a little bit of courage (it's scary to sell your wares at a table. what if people don't like them), I set up my card table Sunday morning hoping for the best. Some people commented on the lovely flowers, or the weather, or the fact that my freckled-fair-skin should retreat from the sun immediately, but so many others said "oh these are cute" or giggled while reading them or even (gasp) bought one. Even strangers purchased postcards! 55 cards and 4 hours later I closed up shop. Bigtime success.

After about 20 years of drawing greetings, I still can't believe I sat on East 5th Street selling them. I'm giving it a go again this Sunday-- stop by and ask me about the weather.

xo-LP

*Thanks for the push to print, the help getting my sales tax id, for telling me the drawings are cute, for telling me when things really are only funny in my head and not in a drawing, for sending the cards to your moms, for reminding me I can actually do this, for color-correcting, for telling me no one but me really cares about card-stock-quality, for letting me talk about it constantly, for buying them when I try to give you them for free, and most of all- believing in me. Thank you to all of you.

An Ode to the 4404.

2011-09-16T08:36:00.001-05:00

Dear 28,
After much revision (and much research so to make it a classifiable "ode," which I believe it still is not).
The Stoop is perfect. But my sweet and lovely 4404, you're forever in my heart.

An Ode to the 4404

Back in 2007 we met out of desperation

and necessity.

I moved in with haste and Grandma's loveseat.

You were home to bountiful bowls of pasta

on Tuesdays.

I once fainted on your stairs.

You went through 2 TVs, 4 antennas

and never had cable.

Our biggest argument stemmed from the

digital television conversion.

Secret meetings happened behind your door,

and one wall is probably still stained with pinot noir.

The humble pantry was packed with paper,

scissors,sequins and sundry other crafty goods.

At least eight other people have had keys to your door.

We baked bread, and terrible cake, and Easter ham.

Many a plant met its demise on the sill of

your perfect kitchen window.

I constantly found glitter on your floor.

Many (solo) dance parties, dinner parties

and pre-parties and even post-parties were

celebrated in your living room.

You served as refuge for those seeking a home

and those searching for a dress.

I should apologize to #10 for all the R.Kelly serenades.

Des Moines became home within your walls.

Your tiny closets will not be missed.

xo-LP

You have a blog?

2011-09-15T15:03:00.001-05:00

Dear 28,
I haven't been able to write. And it's making my brain hurt (more on the brain later. there'll be photos too.). After a year of spilling my thoughts into a text box, I miss the release it gave me, the way it made me laugh, the kind of perspective and sense of accomplishment these silly little posts gave me. And then there's the people who remind me I'm not blogging...

(This is how I look when unable to write.)

Here we are, nearly 5 months in, at a time when I am "having the best time of my life" (I actually said that to Laura yesterday over lunch. Those exact words) and am doing all this stuff that I've been dreaming up for years (more on that too-- and no. these are no longer hollow writing promises.) In year 27 I'd penned over 60 posts by Labor Day. This year I've written less than 15. It's not for lack of material (this year's been full of odd, superfun and comical bits of blogable life), I just can't seem to get myself to push the keys of the macbook.

Look at that. Typing. Right now. It's a bloggin miracle.

So I decided on this blessed day, the Sara+Holly birth anniversary, I should give it a try. And remember why I started writing in the first place. And remember how hilariously wonderful my life is, especially when I type it out for all the interweb to read.

I suppose we should start with August. Summer really was a blur, the good kind of blur. I did a sloppy recap of July, but August deserves a little more care. There was so much in August, typically marked as my second least favorite month of the year (behind February of course), but yet again the 8th month was packed to the gunwalls with delights.

The highlight of the month was a visit from my sister Jen. (You'll probably click on this link. And then see her blog. And yes. She was on a billboard. And on Ellen.) She megabused into my city and we had a weekend that'll go down as one of my favorite with her in all the 26 years we've known each other. We awed the crowd at AJs with a stirring duet of "Gotham City" (oh and then she iced me. i thought this was a city of justice. a city of love.), took in the Iowa State Fair efficiently and hosted a pre-rager-rager at the Stoop right after she color-coordinated my bookshelf and unboxed some more of my belongings. (Thanks Jen. Can't wait to come see you and complete #25 in December!)

In addition to Jenapalooza, I moved into a new place (The Stoop is my new dwelling. Still working on writing that ode to the 4404), I saw Janet Jackson live at the fair and witnessed the re-emergence of fun Tone and his dancemoves, I went back (back back) to Cali (Cali) with my fun-foodie coworker and the most delicious cake I've ever tasted, had my freelance illustration debut hit 100 mailboxes thanks to the Dwolla, lived through a zombie attack in Des Moines' East Village, sangria-ed in a salvage shop, and got all sporty at a wiffle-ball tournament (and that weird Des Moines wall climbing thing happened too).

Told you it was " packed to the gunwalls." And September, oh. I am simply falling in love with September. The blog lives on.
xo-LP

So maybe you've heard I draw things...

2011-08-13T08:56:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
So maybe you've heard: I draw things. For at least the last five years I've been using highlighters and an unlimited supply of punny material (Some have been funnier than others, I will admit that.) and nearly 1000 postcard stamps to entertain myself and send mail to a whole bunch of people I like.

PKN 03/11 - Over 40 cards to hand out.

And then, poof*, someone wants to (gasp) buy them from me. In the past year I've sold at my favorite local stationary shop, Ephemera, fulfilled several custom orders (it's hard to make Easter funny, but I was hoppy to try for somebunny special), and even did a couple sets.

And then, a couple weeks ago, I was asked by my friends at Dwolla to help out with something big time. In one week I sort of became a real illustrator. (At least that's what I'm calling it.) 75 printed postcards went out inviting Dwolla peeps to "meet up" on August 24th- you should go too. I'm so excited about it. Probably a little too much, but thanks to Sara, it all came together.

Sketching the top 20 cards for the printing.

I'm trying to grow my little postcard biz ever so slowly. I'm not that business savvy and after years of doing this for fun, it's hard to think of it in that way. I have all kinds of people willing to help me get moving (Francy Pants- you will get your cards first, promised) and lots holding me and my highlighters accountable. Then there's tax ids, plans, craft shows, displays, storage of 2,000 cards and wholesaling to worry about, which seems like a whole lot. Soon I'll be printed. Soon. In the meantime, thanks for supporting my itty bitty postcard empire.

xo-LP

*It wasn't really some sort of magic "poof." Actually it was more like a lot of people thinking what I make is cool. Then talking about it. And then telling more people about it. Then the poof happened. I have really terrific people willing to talk about me, or at least talk good things about my whimsy highlighter drawings.

28 has been busier than 27.

2011-08-02T16:39:00.002-05:00

Dear 28,
I think 28 has already outdone 27 and we're only a couple months in. I've had a blogless 6ish weeks and so much has happened I don't know where to start this turbo speed recap.

Got to introduce Janer to the delights of Des Moines. She cooked, she cleaned, she wrote thank you notes.

There was that little music festival at the month's beginning: 80/35 rocked my socks off. So much good stuff to see. So much sangria to be had. So much I should write but don't have time to document.

We watched (and napped through) Jaws on the lawn of the DMAC (in honor of Tim).

Tom's birthday celebrated over lawn games, kind company and a medal I didn't win but was able to wear.

Dinner with an artist who was sassy, a postcard hater, quite talented and shared my love of whiskey.

In other July news, I witnessed two perfect weddings (photos to come) in Missouri and Illinois, traveled to Minneapolis, dined with another artist, celebrated the end of the 4404 era, moved into the Stoop, was holed up on the couch for four sick days, and fell in love, again, with confetti.

It's no surprise (after writing all that out) that there hasn't been much time to blog. Off on vacation but upon return- big news in the postcard biz, an ode to the 4404 and more list-cross-things-off adventures.

Until then.

xo-LP

Long Island Iced Teas, Ron and a little Dress Shop.

2011-07-13T10:59:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,

It was time to vacate. Or at least skip out of Des Moines for awhile. Armed with Cheez-Its, a few planned stops and a stack of old mixtapes (ok they were actually CDs and most were made by Kate Palmer) Chelsea and I hit the road hoping the Focus (I'm working on #21) would make it the 715 miles to and from sunny Springfield, MO. Here's some of the trip highlights:

#1: Strouds. The greatest fried chicken I've ever tasted. And oh. The gravy.

#2: Osceola Cheese. There were hundreds of cheese samples. And a line of people (like a real line, running the length of the truck stop cheese shop) waiting to sink their toothpick into morel+leek cheese, goat's milk gouda, dill monterey jack or some other kind of block cheese as they move ever so slowly from the soft cheeses down to the beef sticks. We joined in (how could you not) but as much as we love cheeses, Osceola was a lot to take in. Bizarre. And apparently a landmark on the way to Springfield. We stopped twice. Seriously.

#3: Houlihan's at the fancy Double Tree Hotel. After finally getting to town and checking into Springfield's finest (thank you Hilton Honors) we decided a relaxed evening of taking in the city was just what we needed. So logically we hit the hotel bar patio. We sat in loungy deck chairs for hours, watching the people of Springfield walk across busy intersections, admired sketchy Route 66 motels (and pondered the illegal activity that could go on there), and sipped on fancy $1.50 Long Island Iced Teas. People of Springfield: we salute your happy hour pricing. The waiter suggested we go to the movies, or visit the Bass Pro Shop. I also wore, for the first and only time, my fancy Hawaii 5-0 Hill Vintage gown. It's a statement.

#4: Downtown Springfield, MO. We visited the shops that were brave enough to be open on a Monday, which were few. The guy who owns 5 Pound Apparel told us all about his business model (for every one of their "branded" items they sell, they donated 5lbs of food-type goods to a charity: Nepal Nutrition.) He also talked to us about the city of Springfield, the many businesses that have failed to survive downtown and the opportunity there is in this somewhat-economically-depressed-community for young business owners. He suggested we hit the Bass Pro Shop.

We lunched at the darling creperie, The Aviary (where we accidentally sat next to a blog idol). We dined and wined at lunch sharing this salted caramel crepe that "tastes like a little bit of bliss."

#5: Elwood, MO and the man named Ron. We got a little lost driving around. In part because we were listening to John Mellencamp with the windows down and the heated breeze rushing into the Focus and we were feeling like the most American of ladies. But also because we didn't want to use the air conditioner or the GPS. We ended up in a town so small I can't even link to a map of it because Google Maps can't find it.

While we were snapping pics of ourselves in front of the Willard water tower (please note we were indeed in Elwood, not Willard. Ron confirmed this) we were whistled at by Ron, the owner of the ancient service station we'd parked in front of. Ron is a devout Christian, an avid hunter, a proud grandfather and a veteran. He talked water fowl hunting with Chelsea for nearly thirty minutes and called my eyes "blue" (fyi- they are not). His shop was filled with items covered in dust, t-shirts bleached by the sun, antique farming tools and taxidermically preserved hunting trophies. He taught us about what a good marriage needs, assured us that Chelsea and I would be lifelong friends and he too suggested we go to Bass Pro Shop. We count meeting Ron as a serendipitous highlight of our vacation.

The man Ron.

#6: The (original) Bass Pro Shop. After every Springfield resident we spoke to suggested we visit, we caved and went to the place that appears to be like "Disneyland for hunters." We were in and out in less than 10 minutes.

#7: Farmers Gastropub and then to Nonna's. We had dinner. Twice. And once again: we thank the people of Springfield for their reasonably priced and delicious fare.

#9: Red Velvet Shop. Our final stop before heading north was the reason for our trip. Elsie writes a blog I love to read, and has a charming shop in an up-and-coming Springfield neighborhood.

We browsed the shop packed with vintage clothing, tried on dresses and visited with the sisters at Red Velvet. They were kind and helpful and even packed up a couple cake pops for the ride home.

The road trip was an adventure-- and I had the perfect sidekick. And although we enjoyed what Springfield showed us, Des Moines was a happy place to come home to.

xo- LP

There's a pizza beret on my head.

2011-07-13T09:35:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
I love the days that start and end perfectly. (Even if the "perfect ending" involves poorly playing a guitar that's being held like a modified violin while singing and giggling and trying to musically illustrate zodiac signs until you laugh so hard you actually tear up.)

Due to the kindness of Tom, we hit one of the new Winefest activities for an "interactive cooking session" with Barilla's head chef. (This happened in June. I must get better at timely blogging...) We made those most delectable pasta (with cheese that was the most delicious cheese I've ever tasted. And was flown in from Italy the day prior. So it probably will continue to be the most delicious cheese I've ever tasted. Until I go to Italy.) I was volunteered to be chef #1 (that's the first to cook, not necessarily the best) and barring a few comments from the man at the table who loves his salt, I did pretty well for cooking under pressure and to the direction of an Italian speaking man.

A video exists of me cooking and will be posted once I get it. It's not that funny.

We had course #2 cooked by a far more experienced chef and then headed out to the lovely Meredith Test Garden for dessert, smuggled wine and general merriment. Barilla wasn't the end of the day, but rather the start to a wild one. We ended up at the Gas Lamp right as it opened. We met people, ruled the soundtrack and drew on any scrap of paper I was handed.

(Thanks Adrienne)

It was really one of those perfect Des Moines days that we're still talking about. And really, when you end the evening wearing a pizza beret, what's not to talk about.

xo-LP

So you want to support a postcard empire? Perfect.

2011-06-28T07:53:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
After a blogging hiatus I know many readers have jumped the xo-lp ship (hey I get it, I should post more to keep your interest in this 28th year of my life), but if you're still here-- I could use your help.

As I continue working on my little side biz, I have realized that while I've created, sent and enjoyed making a whole slew of postcards, I rarely (or haven't really ever) documented what I've been sending. Terrible. I know. So here's where you come in. To save me.

At some point I hope I've sent you something like this (see above.) If so, snap a quick photo of it (on that fancy phone, your sweet camera or even scan it) and upload it HERE.

You'll be helping me create a bitty portfolio (and catalogue my ideas). And I will be eternally grateful.

Thanks a whole bunch. You're the greatest 9 readers in all the blogland.

xo-LP

Hey June.

2011-06-27T23:08:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
June has been wild. So wild I haven't known where to start the writing of the recap. Full of blogable adventures and poorly written attempts at documenting it, here's a glimpse of what's been happenin.

June kicked off with a work trip. Finally getting back on the road with a little reluctance (it's been hard to feel much like being away about this. I miss her. So much. Daily.) I made it through, even planned another upcoming excursion to Minnesota in the near future and revisited our favorite spot: Cooper. I also purchased shoes dipped in gold. Nothing is really as cool as that. I had my first (and my second) Tacopocalypse tacos (thanks Sam!), celebrated the first sparklers of the summer, supported the Des Moines Metro Opera and this guy while enjoying the sweet sounds of Wicker and the Cabaret. (Whew. Run on sentences.)

Then drank beer with Liz and lions and tigers and giraffes, ate lunch at an historic Des Moines Deli that's also Food Network famous, imbibed on the best patio in town after poaching some margaritas, oh and saw a little rock show. For the record, The Head and The Heart and Iron and Wine. (I'm exhausted and presumably broke just thinking about it.)

Then there was the oh-so-rebelious yarn bombing and the IOWA bourbon (which caused a discussion about whether or not it can officially be called bourbon- the debate was not over taste, however, which was delicious.) And finally, the discovery of this ridiculously odd tune.

Big news coming on the postcard process. Hoping to be in full production mode by July 15.
Look forward to hearing details about the big Missouri road trip, a fancy Barilla luncheon and why Sundays don't seem to suck anymore...
(Yes. A full post. Stop worrying. More to come.)
xo-LP

Nearly 30 days later.

2011-06-24T09:26:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
I'm suffering from bloggers block. (That's what the official term is for "I've been too busy/lazy to write lately and every time I try something unfunny shows up in a post that gets saved but never published.")

Someday I'll write with wit again.

Until then.

xo- LP

Dressing the part.

2011-05-30T21:45:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,

I'm already crossing bits off the list. (And have already found several things that should/could/probably will be added). I'm so happy to see the silly little list become part of the lives of the people I spend time with. It's a collective effort- not just mine anymore. I love it.

Chelsea and I stopped by the Art Center for the unveiling of this year's Des Moines Arts Festival commemorative poster, which features the super talented (and modest) Michael Kuseske. I'm not sure how my name got on the invite list, but it was one of those nights where I was reminded how special this city is, how beautiful the Art Center is and how cool my friends are.

My dear friend Laura got married this weekend at a wedding that felt so personal and original. The kind of wedding where you felt so lucky to witness the way these two people love each other. We rode a boat down the mighty Mississippi, I wore a bolo tie and we got to hear Joey sing to his bride. (Yes, like in the most perfect movie wedding moment.)

My birthday continued in Muscatine with a Denny Palmer rice krispie treat.

Finally, I keep watching this over and over. I'm sure you've seen it, but JR + Art + TED continues to inspire me. It makes me want to send postcards to everyone with a mailbox or at least everyone in my address book. I should get back to drawing, and sending thank you notes, and enjoying a perfect Monday.

xo-LP

Rejected!

2011-05-26T15:29:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
When I started writing out my 27 things back in May of 2010, I knew that I wanted to challenge myself, do some silly things I hadn't done before ("see a movie alone" was far less awesome and intimidating than I thought), further explore (and eventually fall in love with) my city and basically go on many adventures. (Which I did. Here. Here and Here.)
I think the most exciting part about the 27 list was the other stuff I did- the things I learned, the being more spontaneous, the soaking in everything while it was happening. I felt ultra-aware of what I was doing, how much fun it was, what was thrilling, who was there, what they said, what I saw. All because I wanted to write about it (some great posts. other mediocre.)
That kind of living is addicting.

When putting together the list for 28, I started with a big, big list of random (and some slightly ridiculous) items and had some loyal readers and friends weigh in with suggestions. After listening to the super cool kids from Make\Break talk about Rejection in their podcast, I felt inspired to hold onto some of my less loved list items. Here's a few of the rejects:
- See the Bridges of Madison County
I couldn't bring myself to read the book-which should come as no surprise-so I'm not sure seeing the actual Bridges sounds as exciting as something far more vague. Like see a monument. Although it does look charming. Maybe I'll see the movie instead.
- Buy cowboy boots
This guy (see photo) wears cowboy boots all the time. And does it well. I really just wanted to be more like him. And then realized that I probably couldn't wear pencil skirts with honkeytonk boots. Rejected.

- Play Laser Tag
I'm sure at least one of you will read this and feel disappointed that it's not on the official list...that doesn't mean it can't happen. But I think I'd end up getting hurt somehow. And writing about laser tag makes me want to watch How I Met Your Mother.
- Get a pet
It goes without saying that this is a terrible idea. I'm just now starting to like animals (sorry Jen and Kate) and I am never home. A fish has potential. We might get along swimmingly. But that didn't stop me from desperately wanting to take this dog home with me back in March. Shared custody puppy raising seemed brilliant while drinking vanilla-greyhounds out of a mason jar.

- Flip. A. Table.
I am not a New Jersey Housewife. I am not even that aggressive of a person (I don't even make a fuss when someone budges in front of me at Dahls. And really I should.) Sorry Adrienne. I think I'll leave this one to you. And will gladly film it.
- Go fishing
Going camping sounds scary enough.

Thanks for all the notes and excitement surrounding the list of 28. I've already started working on some!
(I ran this morning. When I say "run" I mean I'm thankful for Emily who didn't mock me at all during the brutal 1.5 miles.)
xo-LP

Dear 28,

2011-05-24T19:54:00.000-05:00

Dear 28,
The wrap up post has been written. The header has been changed. (What do you think?) The new list has been posted, facebooked and approved by my sister. The love letter is officially being written to a new year. GO.

I celebrated a bigtime birthday weekend that spanned 3 days and included time with Kate (her hair is indeed naturally blond and she is indeed awesome) and her first Fongs experience. There was a man dressed as a hot dog. Who fell on the floor.

Then there was the super terrific backyard bbq (where the gifts, the people and the words were so thoughtful I'm still floating around town on a high). Thanks so much Sara and Beka for being the kindest hostesses. Seriously. There was a book signed (for real) by the Rob Sheffield. That was written to me. (I still don't know how you Paluchs pulled that one off.) At one point I had to stand back and admire all the remarkable people in my life. It was perfect. (And then there were finale drinks at my favorite happy hour spot, Django, last night. 3 birthday parties isn't too much is it?)

I'm so unbelievably excited for 28.
xo-LP

Dear 27.

2011-05-22T22:47:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,
We made it. The world didn't end. Don't worry, but this 27th year ends tonight.
I'm having a hard time writing. And truthfully I'm not sure I have the right words for it. I've been typing and retyping this final post of 27 for hours. I keep getting caught up in photos and archives and stories.
This year has been magical.

I learned a whole bunch of new things. Like how to make Southern style creamed corn. Or that I can make the post office funny. Or that New York City will overwhelm and thrill you simultaneously. Or that a little mixtape swap can be a big hit.

I laughed so damn much. And mostly at myself. Like the time when I wore that weird (and inappropriate) tank top. Or the time where I did open mic night. Or when "Wildcat Den" took over Tampa. Or when I told Britt Daniel his song was just ok.

I'm not sure what I expected this blog to be. I started writing because I wanted a way to hold myself accountable (and I knew that at least my sister Jen would read it.) And that if I had a public list of to dos, I'd have to at least try to achieve most of them. It has become a place to document my life in it's exquisite detail. And here I am, a year and 141 posts later, a braver, calmer and livelier person than I was before.

I couldn't be more grateful. I feel overwhelmed by the kindness and the brilliance of all of these wonderful people in my world, especially after the big celebration last night. You've made my life so much brighter. And I mean this in a true and profound way. I feel more alive than ever.
Onto 28. I think it'll be great.
(And I'll be toasting to you with my Templeton at midnight.)
xo-LP

Being Reflective.

2011-05-19T22:52:00.001-05:00

Dear 27,
I adore birthdays. I love that we each get a day that's all about us. That there's one day where shameless, joyful celebration is not simply allowed, but encouraged. (I usually push the limits and give myself 3 days of birthdayness. It's that much fun.)

Palmers at birthday #27.

But I have to be honest, the week leading up to my own birthday is usually messy. I think too much (I realize I do this all the time, but pre-birthday-thinking is heightened analyzation) I have started my usual questioning of if where I am this year is better than where (and who) I was on the cusp of 27.

Did I grow enough? Am I proud of my actions and reactions? Am I stronger and wiser? Have I learned new things? Have I been a better citizen, a kinder friend, a more conscientious sister? Have I smiled more, complained less, loved a whole bunch and celebrated wild adventures?

(You'll have to excuse me for being overly reflective.)

In this 27th year of life, rather than just obsess over my (somewhat insane) questioning, I can look through archives, review a list, dig through thousands of photos (yes. all data recovered. I love you Apple people). So much has inspired me, challenged me, surprised me, frustrated me, impressed me, and educated me.

And it's all here. I can read it, notice how in 2010 I was a funnier writer, realize that most of the photos I've taken of myself are ridiculous (many examples provided for you in this post) and marvel at just how much fun this year has been.

In the next 4 days I'll highlight some of my favorite parts of year 27, reveal the big list of 28 (hotly anticipated I'm sure) and probably write more overly personal and terribly grateful sentences.

I just hope I write like it's 2010 again.

xo-LP

Backup Memory.

2011-05-16T16:15:00.001-05:00

Dear 27,
A moment of silence for my MacBook. A clumsy spill left it covered in electrolyted water and potentially left me without any photographic evidence of the last two years of life. I now understand why people talk about "backing things up." (Damn you Mr. Harmon. You taught me how to type and play Jezzball, but not the importance of external hard drives.)

Before making my biggest blunder of year 27, I did attend the 3rd meeting of the Robert Burns Society and found that I very much enjoy the Dalmore Gran Reserva. The weekend, while I pouted about the possible loss of thousands of photos, did turn out to be a lovely one that included a tour of the Body Worlds: VITAL exhibit with the Governor, an epic Asian BBQ celebrating our Tone and an evening around the new fire pit.

With the birthday only 7 days away, I'm hustling to put together the SuperBirthdayBackyardBBQ and planning for the 28th year. So much to do in May...

xo-LP

And one more thing: If you've ever been the recipient of an original LP postcard-- help me build my "portfolio." Snap a photo of your postcard and upload it here. You'd be helping me out bigtime.

You're so Vein.

2011-05-13T18:44:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,
I did it. In less than 9 minutes (and after a near, but not complete pass out) I saved 3 lives.

Chelsea and I met for a big pre-blood-giving breakfast at Baby Boomers and then, with my near-nurse there telling me "you're doing great," I started the process. I must admit the actual giving part was far less scary than I'd thought it would be. The questions to answer, the finger prick test (Kate you wouldn't have made it past this part) and the anticipation of it all was far worse than the actual blood giving. Katey, Terri and Denise were kind as could be (and looked at all my postcards while I was eating pretzels and trying to get the color back in my face post-donation). I met a man who has given over 9 gallons of blood (he was oh-so-kind while I asked him a bunch of questions) and learned so much about the effect a once-every-eight-weeks visit to the blood center can have on people's lives. I don't want to promise I'll be back, but after having so many wonderful people help me through the less-than-terrifying process, I think I'll have to try and muster up the strength.

The day of adventure continued with my first ever (I realize to you DSM people this is unbelievable) visit to the lovely Gray's Lake. This city continues to delight me.

xo-LP

Won't you take me to MuskieTown.

2011-05-09T22:27:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,
I have a spectacular life. I realize this is a bold statement. I realize it might be hyperbolic. But damn it was a great weekend. I kicked my Friday off early visiting new baby Xavier and then lunching with the ever-lovely Paige.

Then there was the most terrific moment (hours later) when I sold a whole bunch of cards in less than 10 minutes based on the unnecessarily kind words and promotion of my lil postcards by a friend, a iphone viewing of my incomplete postcardfolio and the existence of Dwolla. Saturday turned out to be the busiest most relaxingly fun day ever. There was Ephemera and Hill Vintage and a #spacemexican birthday party. And there was a photo booth and a hat and my DSM family in matching shirts.

I then finally made it back to MuskieTown (I'm sorry fam for not getting back to hometown until now. Christmas was far too long ago). We hit Salvatores, of course and then made a short trip to the Muscatine Art Center. While our tour lasted no more than 20 minutes, it was worth it.

The most splendid weekend in quite some time.

xo-LP

With only 17 days to go, it's time to be realistic.

2011-05-06T16:33:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,

It's almost here. 2-8 is looming. And there is still so much to do. Relays came and went, but not without a super fun out of town visitor, behind the scenes race day tours and blue wall photo shoots.

Car buying, reading more books than there are days left before the birthday and even art class taking (sad) probably are unattainable at this point, but I am formulating a plan to cross off as many of the remaining items as possible. (So this plan isn't exactly written out, nor is it on my calendar, but it'll happen.) I'm so happy to have so many blog-list-encouragers out there. Next week (barring any bigtime loss of courage) I have an appointment to GIVE BLOOD. I'm nervous already, but after all this, I can handle it. Plus Chelsea will be there both for moral support and blog photo purposes.

Last night was not only an unexpectedly wild 5DM (patent pending phrase from the Tom Perry), but an awesome show opened at the DMAC. Be sure, if you're a DSM local, to get over and check it out. I also got to meet the soft-handed artist, James Gobel. His work is texturally brilliant. (How arty) And while it may be cheating the list, I'm counting my awesome evening at the Des Moines Art Center as a visit to a museum. (Go ahead and judge me.)

I must say this first week of May has been full of delights and surprises, including an unexpected thoughtful piece of fragile mail. How wonderfully mysterious. So much to look forward to in the coming weeks, I do believe this month will be the perfect 2-7 finale.

xo-LP

Glitter+Grease= One helluva Night

2011-05-05T09:11:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,

I must admit that April was a month I'd like to do-over. It felt like one long, sad week after another. Then Lidgett Liz came to the rescue and the Big Hair Ball served as one of the best nights I've ever had in my six years in Des Moines. With a pre-party in the tiny apartment (yes. that many people in the little living room), we kicked off the night with tons of glitter and sequins and pizza rolls.

The event, held at my favorite place in all of the city, showcased a bigtime hair runway show, costumes, pole dancers (seriously), the Snacks and a gathering of the coolest people in Des Moines.

Ending with a dance party at the Kirkwood and a home full of glitter, this weekend couldn't have been any better. (Thanks for being there everyone!)

xo-LP

Happy Birthdays are my favorite.

2011-05-04T22:40:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,

With very few days left until this list retires, I find myself cranking out a whole bunch of birthday cards and celebrating a bunch of people I adore here in Des Moines annnnnd planning my own big end-o-blog-27-start-of-28 celebration. We have had many a reason to party in 2011 (despite the fact I've only posted 24 times).

Many list items still need to be checked off (I know) and there's a few I probably won't accomplish (I know. I'm disappointed too.) But I am taking suggestions, as my own big 2-8 approaches, for the list for my next year. Comment away.

xo-LP

It's personal.

2011-04-25T09:46:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,
It's been 21 days since my last post. I haven't felt much like writing, truthfully. So much good has happened. In fact today I my heart feels full of the people and places and moments that this fine city has graciously granted me. I have been trying to capture my 27th year in an honest and interesting way, as my warmhearted friend Chelsea said today "like a journal." With only a month left in a year that will truly go down as one of my favorites, I really should be writing more. (Especially if I want to be a Juice blogger.)

But amidst so much good, an unthinkable tragedy has rocked me and many close to Ashley. At a time when I was ready to leave this place (yes. The same city I praised and have grown to love dearly) and runaway from all that was troubling me, I met Ashley. Both serving on the YPC Board in 2009 she sent me a brief, but charming email asking if I'd like to meet for coffee or drinks to get to know one another. We bonded over rum drinks and from there a friendship grew. When she learned of my pending plans of fleeing Des Moines she made it her personal mission to both keep me in here and brighten my days. We shared lunches, met often for pedicures (a ritual we both took very seriously) and celebrated birthdays and mid-week meals with the same excitement. She was gentle and kind, the glow of her grin truly lit a room. She was honest, supportive, graceful and she'd surprise you with how funny she could be. She pushed herself to be great, but made it look effortless. I know she'd be upset with me for complimenting her so much. She never wanted much fuss made about her.

And now I'm writing this. In the Starbucks. On Easter Sunday. Still in my trench coat because even though it's April it's cold.

It's happened twice since that Friday. I've picked up the Blackberry to tell her how Doug sang Sweet Child of Mine and broke out some smooth dance moves or how I needed my toes polished, stat. I've looked through the pictures of she and my dad pairing up for the birthday beer pong tournament and laughed until it turned to tears. I suppose these bits of life I'd have shared with her will come up often, and that she's somewhere laughing with me, but I'm overwhelmed by feelings. I've been feeling a lot of feelings. (Which I realize to the 5 of you who will read this is no surprise. I'm a feelings kind of person.)

I'm angry and having spent very little of my 27 years even mad about something, I'm not even sure how exactly anger is supposed to feel. I'm sad in a way that no one ever hopes to feel. I find myself using the f-word an extra lot, sleeping more and losing my appetite. I obsessively read the news longing for some sort of answers, some kind of closure, anything really.

But the sun still comes up in the morning. I regain a little focus everyday. I have been moved by the many people who've comforted me, sent me a pizza in the mail (packed in dry ice- awesome) offered condolences, and just sat with me quietly.

Ashley would read the blog while she was working in the model during her downtime. I'd get occasional emails asking when I did this or that or why I didn't call her first. Then over lunch she'd want all the details I left out in the post, or for me to schedule the next outing when she could make it because she really wanted to appear on the blog.

She reminded me often she was proud of me. (In fact, she was one who made sure this happened.) In a way, she's responsible for me staying here. Ashley reminded me to give the city a chance, to push myself to be great. As this city continues to bless me, I'll continue to thank you my friend.
xo-LP

I sort of get why they call it a "Flea Market" now.

2011-04-03T14:53:00.001-05:00

Dear 27,
Crossed off #23 this afternoon with a necessarily brief trip to a Flea Market at the Fairgrounds. I originally added "Browse a Flea Market" to the list because I figured I would chance upon treasures: a box filled with delicate vintage postage stamps, wood-type stacked neatly among lead-type, tiny skeleton keys laid out on pretty saucers or sweet little piles of colorful tea cups. (You know, something like this, this, and especially this.)

Instead, the flea market looked like this. I passed by tables of surplus promotional materials (think the pens, coffee cups and chip clips your bank gives away), booths that looked like a basement was emptied into it, and that they didn't sift out the exceptionally weird stuff (think reflectors that had broken off the back of your childhood bicycle) or tables that had stacks of chip bags on them. (Seriously.)

Ok so the whole place didn't have the smell of the unwashed and the junky. There were swords, a spot that sold motorized wheelchairs (where I saw a woman negotiating with the seller a pretty intense payment plan) and a big booth that sold socks with the tags still on them. I did find this little gem of a belt buckle, that I nearly purchased. Would have been a nice brassy accessory for the PKN presentation.

I did spend $5 in the less than 20 minutes I spent in the 4-H building. A couple 45s (including "Killing Me Softly" by Roberta Flack) and a couple vintage postcards.

The muscle man is Bob McCune (Mr. America). The vendor gave me two of these cards, which are promotional cards for Sorensen's Health Gym (205 Grand Avenue, Des Moines 9, Iowa) where Mr. American tells me that there is "only one safe speedy way" to develop a "PHYSIQUE" like his. Can't wait to send that one to an unsuspecting recipient.

So the flea market wasn't a dreamy artsy haven, but it certainly showed me a bit of Des Moines I hadn't seen before and with only 50 days until 28, I crossed another one off the list.

xo-LP

Mock me if you wish. But it's true.

2011-04-01T18:51:00.001-05:00

Dear 27,
A list of things that should embarrass me, but really don't. Although they do make me laugh.
(Perhaps publishing this list will be something that actually does embarrass me.)

1. I once owned and wore proudly a Grant Hill Pistons jersey (I wonder where it is now...), a gift given to me by my AAU basketball teammates. We were a ragtag group of girls who didn't make the "good-enough" cut to play on "Swoosh" or "Force." We wore jerseys that looked like practice pennys and called ourselves the PeaceFrogs.
1a. I did in fact play basketball in high school.
1b. And I did keep all the clippings from the Muscatine Journal.

2. I have never seen Caddyshack.
3. I have been to four American Idols LIVE concerts.
4. I dressed like this on my way to school once. (probably more than once.) And had that haircut. And those glasses. And damn I loved that messenger bag.

5. I "went out" with my first boyfriend because Becca said Rene Martinez liked me and that he was cool. I promptly broke up with him the following day, despite the fact that it was Valentine's Day.
6. I don't really know my left from right.

You know you have some too. Share. It'll feel good to put it out there.
xo-LP

Out like a lamb.

2011-03-31T22:38:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,
March was one serious month. Newport Beach, Agoura Hills, Chicago, San Deigo and so many meetings and events and many un-vacuumed days in my apartment. But as always, it was a whole bunch of fun.

And Rob Sheffield tells me this poem exists. The end of March came upon my life quickly. In April I sure have a lot of books to read...
xo-LP

Cookin. Again.

2011-03-30T23:52:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,
So I'm not Sam Cookin a delicious pizza. But I did recipe write again.

Thank you Anne (remember when we made this all the time in college?) and Rachael Ray for being on tv right after class got out when we lived in that house on Jefferson Street. And even the pickiest of eaters enjoyed it. (And no. Duck sauce is not made of ducks.)

xo-LP

[Rocky] Balboa.

2011-03-29T17:34:00.039-05:00

Dear 27,
In an effort to blog all 12 of my upcoming travel-free days (and to meet the challenge set forth by JP and the other JP), I'm heading back to Balboa Park (or at least sharing a bit more about this spectacular place and my sweet little Blackberry photos).

I had been advised to see Balboa Park by several San Diegoans so on my final day in SD (Not this SD, but this one) I set off for this "park" not knowing what to expect. Had I consulted, like a normal person, a map, I would have seen that Balboa Park wasn't just a plot of grass, but rather a zoo, a cluster of museums, an area filled with awe-inspiring architecture and a lush, fragrant garden.

Admittedly, I sang this the whole drive from The Pearl to the park. (And now you are too.) I admired the Spanish-style buildings, gawked at the beauty of the Botanical Building, had coffee overlooking the sculpture garden and, honestly, couldn't possibly have seen everything there was to see in a day.

I've become slightly obsessed with the history of the park, and have already started compiling a mental list of what to see on my next trip. John, everyone's right, it's absolutely a place to see.

xo-LP

PS- While it is sunny in San Diego, today (in March) it looks like this here at home.

We can finally be friends again.

2011-03-28T17:26:00.000-05:00

Dear 27,
It was one adventure after another this weekend. We celebrated Anthony's birthday. Lots of dancing, photos of Jenni, delicious and fraudulently free pizzas and a terrific evening that lasted late into the night.

Then supported the Des Moines Playhouse while Sip, Savor and Switch-ing throughout downtown Des Moines. So much incredible food and wine-- Chris the night was wonderful!

Then capped off the weekend with Eggs and Francis Bacon. A room full of all kinds of people I care so much about and a tour of the Des Moines Art Center led by Mr. Jeff Fleming...it was perfect.
(Thank you to everyone who came to the brunch-- it will go down as one of my very favorite days in Des Moines. Ever.)

OH and a new addition to my family (whew. Jenni we can finally be friends again)...

April means less travel, more time to finish up the big list. (Less than 2 months until the 2-8)
xo-LP

Going Going. Back Back.

2011-03-24T21:22:00.001-05:00

Dear 27,

Another trip to California, but not without a quick stop in Phoenix. We had a beautiful event at the most lovely Phoenician and I got to see my three waaaaay cool cousins for a perfect O'Connor lunch. San Diego greeted me with a bunch of rain, but I managed to be out and about working and enjoying the city. I found the Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery not to far away and sat for a very quiet lunch overlooking the Pacific Ocean (this was on the non-rainy day).

Phil and Skyla yet again took me to an awesome SD restaurant-- The Starlite. The Starlite is a tiny spot with fresh, veggie filled entrees and a bar to gawk at. Our bartender, Josh, of course had a high school buddy who went to Drake. Skyla has started her own list of to-dos in a year. I think she's making better progress than I am! They also gave me a few terrific dining recommendations, including C Level (the views below are dusk and nightfall views from there). I never had to dine alone in SD thanks to some great friends and fellow travelers.

I did get to do lots of work while I was out West, including cashing in on my winnings from the Pearl's photo contest. The Pearl People were oh-so-kind and our DU crowd really enjoyed themselves.

Before leaving town, I did manage to explore the beautiful Balboa Park and spend a little time in the San Diego Art Museum. Balboa Park is a place I cannot wait to get back to...maybe I'll take a vacation out West someday soon.

xo-LP

Patty.

2011-03-24T06:20:00.003-05:00

Dear 27,
I knew that people celebrated basketball on St. Patrick's Day and that there was a parade here in town, but on March 17th downtown Des Moines exploded into a sloppy mass of green enthusiasts and the faux Irish. It was a zoo. But I will admit I celebrated the overly popular holiday unexpectedly the weekend prior. The #SPD5K turned out to be one of my favorite days in this blogged about year.

In addition to a race (I dont think it can be called a race unless you run the entire thing competitively...) I got to see the rest of the Palmer women for the weekend, crossing off items #3 and #24. We spent time in Chicago shopping and catching up and wining. Somehow the only moment I have on film is Jen in the glasses at Urban Outfitters.

I loved spending time with my sisters (I'd say they're the three most awesome girls I know) and we laughed and laughed with our mom late into the evenings.
Hope to see you again soon!
xo-LP

**In related news, my camera kicked the bucket after the #SPD5K. I think all the running caused it to croak. Hoping to get a new one up and running ASAP.

Pikachu? Pecha what? (It's Japanese for Chit-Chat)

2011-03-23T16:30:00.002-05:00

Dear 27,
Like you said Josh, it was better than I thought too. Thanks PKN crew (especially Matt) for the nudge to follow through with this. You should participate next time around.

I now know an odd amount of facts about our Postal Service and have become further obsessed with correspondence (I just finished "Letters on Cezanne" which I hadn't picked up since college.) I got some great feedback from those in the audience and gave out 42 handmade xo-lp cards. Hope many of you are sharing the love of the letter...

If you head to the PKN site you can hear all the great presenters but here (I know it messes up the page format a bit sorry!) is mine in it's full 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

If you want to send a card via Hallmark, a telegram or find more of my cards.
PKN is really a very cool concept, a terrific way to make a presentation and it definitely tested my presentation skills. All in all-- success.
xo-LP

Chorizo and Tequila.

2011-03-11T22:50:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,

Long time no blog. It's been one wild March. But we made time for a family brunchiesta. Thanks to Marteen and Raphael, there wasn't an empty margarita glass to be found. Sunday was a funday.

xo-LP

Aces.

2011-03-01T11:00:00.001-06:00

Dear 27,

Palm Springs to Temecula to Palm Springs to Irvine. And that's just in two days. And I'm driving this. (How very California of me.)

Finally stayed at the hip Ace Hotel in Palm Springs where they serve blackberry infused Maker's Mark, there's photo booth in the lobby (which I was delighted to see but sadly was out of order) and the rooms are each equip with a record player. The crowd was a mix of overseas travelers and chic LA weekenders, and the Sunday night DJ was the best I'd ever heard.On the Ace site you can see 360 degree tours of the place.


The snow on the mountains with the palm trees. Weird.

A trip to Briar Rose Winery for a tasting event. A beautiful setting in Temecula wine country where the wines are revered (and delicious) and are even served at White House events.

(It was about 35 shivering degrees when the tasting ended...yes 35 degrees in CA. Don't be jealous of the weather.)

xo-LP

Time to hit the road.

2011-02-24T21:38:00.002-06:00

Dear 27,
Finally getting back on the road. Finally.

A long overdue playlist to go with a long overdue weekend.
xo-LP

But there is something that I must confess...

2011-02-21T14:30:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
There's been a whole bunch happening and, as you, my most loyal readers, have reminded me, (and as the title suggests, I'm willing to confess that it is in fact true) I'm not capturing a lot of the fun. A list always helps. So here's an update.

1. Jimmy Witherspoon.
My parents got me a record player for Christmas (a most-awesome gift) and on my day off a couple weeks ago I stopped by ZZZ Records to pick up a few pieces of vinyl to add to my now-growing collection. I browsed the "8 for $8" section (while the shop-owner's sweet little daughter commented on my boots, then proceeded to "nuzzle them" and said the word "hypothesis") and got some great stuff (Tapestry, Talking Book, Picture This, etc). I bought "Stormy Monday & Other Blues" without knowing anything about it and it's been in heavy rotation ever since.

2. Typeface, the movie. The Des Moines Art Center did a free design-double-feature this weekend and my friend Emily and I caught Typeface, a movie about the Hamilton Wood Type Museum and the art of letterpress. By the end of it my desire to letterpress increased by about 350%, I was ready to drive to Two Rivers, WI tomorrow and really wanted an ice cream sundae.

3. The Des Moines Public Library.
So I need to write a paper about Sol LeWitt (arguing that there have been/are primarily left-brained artists-- exciting stuff I know), figure out who scotch club is now named after, why he is important and probably quote some of his poetry in my next email, and present in a couple weeks at Pecha Kucha Night in Des Moines-- obviously I go to the Library. (Milestone for the list-- I've finally hit double-digits in books read.)

4. Best of 2010. I'm still getting emails and playlists and updates from mixtape participants. Check out Greg's mix that he's shared! (If you haven't received your mix yet-- email me.)

Got an awesomely-nice email from Nick at the Atlas in Iowa City saying that I'm now a member of the birthday club (You should too. Click here. Free buffalo burrito on your birthday? I'm in!)

xo-LP
R.Kelly quoted in a blog title, again. This is a problem.

Down and Derby

2011-02-19T23:54:00.001-06:00

Dear 27,
I've seen Whip It and I had a couple birthday parties at Skateland. So I knew a little about old-school roller skates (you know, the ones with four wheels) and I knew that derby girls wore fishnet tights, mouth guards and that Juno played a jammer.

Tonight about 2,500 people filled the fairgrounds for a Derby bout...and it was unlike anything I'd ever seen. The Des Moines Derby Dames came out on top. And that Stella girl, she was a gamer.

xo-LP

(photo credits to the talented documentarian, Jenni Pullen.)

PS- there was a celebrity sighting. John Pemble's hair was there.

In my vast travel experience...

2011-02-19T15:17:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,

Time is getting away from me. While my Valentine's day (and many days following) were spent curled up on the couch, without cable and with many congestion medications, I did manage to see a great show pre-coldfest 2011.

Will you be my Valentine?

When Tim and Will suggested I go see Best Coast in Omaha, I'll be honest, I wasn't too excited about the music part, but I have devoted this year to adventures, and having only been to the Qwestcenter and never to the "actual city" of Omaha, I bought my $18 ticket and was ready to go. After watching this video of Freddie Gibbs and the Best Coast lead singer, I was a bit put off by the gal and the band and the beachy beats. But Best Coast played a great set and damn it was a fun night. And the lead singer was darling (and probably high).

In addition to checking out the Crescent Moon per Larry's suggestion, Julie took us to Nebraska's Premiere Cigar Lounge, Jake's where I had the worst (but very highly recommended) bourbon I've ever tried, George Stagg and was asked if I was of Native American descent. Omaha did not disappoint.

The weather was beautiful, my concert companions were delightful. A midge-free evening, indeed.

xo-LP

So a dragking and a pianist walk into a bar...

2011-02-09T11:45:00.002-06:00

Dear 27,

After January granted me 31 blissful days, February has had a tough act to follow.

So far, it has yet to disappoint. After a bigtime Bulldog win (and a super fun trip to the Twin Cities-- Thanks L&E for graciously hosting me at Casa de Barrett), I hurried back for "the best party of the year in Des Moines."* Lots of dancing, including a seriously well-choreographed "Proud Mary" tribute by the one and only Tone. It was a blast.

The adventures haven't ceased in February's week two. Jenni and I made another post-work trip to Iowa City for the love of music. Fitz and the Tantrums played a soulful, dancey, tambourine-seasoned set at the Blue Moose Tap House. (Iowa City people, this is what was formerly known as the Q Bar. And there are no long pool tables. There are now tall boys, a half a moose that's decorated with ladies undergarments and a stainless steel bathroom.) Fitz and the Tantrums boogied all over the stage in suits and put on one hell of a show.

Before hitting the old-Q-bar, we met some great people at the Atlas and had a whole world of fun with Emily and the man in Cedar Rapids Opera with the orange-and-blue-diamonded-socks. (Hi new friends!!) There were new Valentine ideas drawn on napkins, discussions on the merits of social media and the world's most delicious buffalo chicken burrito. Live Show #13 officially crossed off the list.

More to come in February...

xo-LP

Uncontested.

2011-02-03T16:46:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
I'd forgotten #5 was even on the list. "Enter a Contest."
I have entered many "drawings" before, but it's been awhile since I've entered a "contest." (Once I won a coloring contest when I was 6 or 7. That's probably what sparked my love of the arts. Or my love of winning.) I recently entered a contest (then promptly forgot I'd entered said contest) simply because it seemed easy and sort of un-winnable and took no effort. I saw this on the Pearl Hotel's facebook page:

You loyal blog readers may recall back in October I stayed at the lovely Pearl Hotel and crossed #7 off the list. I loved my stay, took lots of pictures and submitted my favorite snapshot (which was taken through the peep hole on the door of my room.)

Well wouldn't you know it, I WON! Yes, the prize is happy hour for 10 people. A sensational prize. Especially sensational to someone who dwells in San Diego. So of course, there are a couple issues (the most obvious being I don't live in California. And there's the fact that I don't have 9 friends in San Diego-- yet.)

But I'm still a winner. Now I must convince the totally hip Pearl People to let me cash in this happy hour on my next trip to sunny San Diego in March...

Anyone up for a road trip?

xo-LP

#Reyle

2011-01-29T09:06:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
It was one of those weeks. Over-scheduled. Too much to do. But every night I came home (rather late) with my cheeks sore from smiling. (Yes. That's a ridiculous thing to say.) I'm having more fun this January than ever, and that's due in part to all my Art Noir friends and events.

(Photo credit. Thanks DMAC.)

This week I met Anselm Reyle. Like face to face. I said (outloud) I had Bieber-fever-like feelings meeting him. Luckily his first language is German and he didn't understand that. You can see photos of his incredible exhibit or visit and see the neon and glitter for yourself.
xo-LP

Best of 2010: Mixtape Exchange--UPDATE

2011-01-26T20:37:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
It's been far too long since I updated you on the Mixtape Exchange. After the frenzied excitement calmed, I spent hours pairing partners and mixing things up and double checking myself. I'm sure I made a few mistakes (Mixtape people: If you did not receive an address email me) but it was a bigger undertaking than I'd originally thought.

So many people have sent me their best-of playlists, have tweeted about it, and even posted pictures! I'll be posting playlists HERE soon. (Or I will try to post soonish.)

January has been a blur of awesome. Lots going on. A whole lot of fun.
xo-LP

31 days to V-day.

2011-01-13T07:54:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
Valentine's Day is the one day, every year, where my quirky lil postcards are fun, charming and perfect to send to those you love. Began work on this year's cards today.

Some tried and true designs (because we all know someone who is so fly) and new stuff. Hoping to get these in store at Ephemera and online soon.

xo- LP

In bigtime LIST news-- I sold 100! I have the check to prove it!

A whirl of activity.

2011-01-10T11:09:00.002-06:00

Dear 27,
Since January 7th my blog readership has increased about 142%. And while I'm under the weather today- I thought I'd give you the update on just what kind of hullabaloo has been my first 10 days of 2011. (I've been trying to work hullabaloo into a blog post since July. Still not sure I'm working it in correctly. But either way. Hullabaloo.)

There was my return to the kitchen with Tom and Sara that included many gadget failures (the tortilla press was surprisingly fragile, or Tom is remarkably strong.)

So the tortillas we used were made by someone else? We macguyvered up the chicken filling, mixed up some cabbage slaw and a roasted corn+avocado salsa, and played Green Bay dice. (And then the fryer didn't work. We improvised, again.) The end result was a flauta dinner even Imelda would have been proud of.

Then there was the wildly successful #karaokeup that while I was hesitant, surpassed my expectations, was a festive night of new faces and sweet dance moves, and Jenni and I snapped some silly pics.

You remember back in November, or as I called it "Yesvember," when I put together that bonus list-- well this weekend I crossed off a few extra items. (Better late than never...right? Thanks Amy J for keeping me on task!)

The Flying Mango was as tasty as everyone said it'd be- the ambiance, the brisket and the company were splendid. And, if I didn't get enough of Amy, Justin, Blake and Joanne after dining together (and really, there never is enough), we hit the Science Center for the last week of DaVinci: The Genius on Sunday.

There was a mirror box. And a no-photo policy.

Really though, this man was a genius. He was a brilliant dude: there were inventions (the tank, the bullet, this thing that mowed down people during battle), scandals, long curly hair as depicted in the BBC movie we were able to see, a parachute, masterful paintings (the Mona Lisa room- amazing) and that's just a few things. The man had one hell of a resume.

Mixtape buddies have been sent after hours of emails.

See what I'm sayin? Hullabaloo.
xo-LP

There's hype surrounding it.

2011-01-07T08:04:00.005-06:00

Dear 27,
THIS JUST IN-- there really is actual HYPE. (The title was meant to be funny. And slightly untrue. I mean 25 participants was cool, but the mixtape list keeps growing! With more than one person talking about this, I think I can actually consider the exchange legit.) Read more on The Nerdist, Perfect Porridge and Give Me Electro. Now all this exchange needs is Rob Sheffield.
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Only about 24 hours left to send an email to xo.lp.blog@gmail.com and be a part of the ever-growing list of mixtape exchange participants. (Emails with your buddy's name and address come out on Saturday.)

xo-LP

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The Rules:

(Sign ups for the 2010 mixtape exchange have closed.)

With the help of a few mega-cool bloggers, my lil blog and this mixtape madness have seen quite a bit of traffic this week. Over 95 people have signed up to participate-- THANK YOU!

HEY PARTICIPANTS-- DON'T FORGET

Be sure to send your carefully packaged mixtape (in CD form of course) by January 27th. Don't forget to include a list of the tracks you deemed the greatest of 2010. All buddies were chosen randomly and you will receive a mixtape from a different person (you will not be technically "exchanging" with someone, it increases the suspense.)

Other details:

1- Please send me a copy of your playlist you send out! I'll put together a "best of the best of" list to post on my blog.

2- Feel free to snap a picture of your mixtape playlist, the rad package it came in, or you enjoying your new tunes and post it to the flickr group created here: http://www.flickr.com/groups/2010mixtape/

3- If you want to tweet about your mix (so we can all see what you're working on) use this: #bestof2010mix

4- Email me with any questions or problems you encounter.

5- Don't forget to send your mixtape with care (a CD will likely break if not packaged kindly.) Be sure to send your mix to your buddy by January 27th.

Happy mixing. Thanks for making this exchange a bigtime success!

xo-LP

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Check out this article from Psychology Today that talks about how your music preferences can tell a lot about your personality!

(Thanks to Jill of On Pitch Media for the link).

two thousand eleven.

2011-01-02T21:01:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
I don't make new year resolutions. I treat the birthday like my own new year.

But in the spirit of the calendar change, here's to a 2011 filled with adventures.
xo-LP

Best of 2010: A mixtape exchange.

2010-12-30T15:05:00.001-06:00

Dear 27,
The long awaited interactive blog post. See the rules below.

Here are the rules (in list form of course):

1- Email me at xo.lp.blog@gmail.com your address by January 8th if you'd like to participate.

2- Put together your favorite tracks of 2010 (don't worry, not everyone needs to spend as much time as this guy did on it, but you should feel lucky to receive his master mix.)

2a- One song per artist please (I know you loooooove Train but pick your favorite track, then follow the New Pornographers, then Katy Perry...you get what I mean.)

2b- Shoot for at least 60 minutes of best-of-2010 tunes.

3- Burn your mixtape on a CD. While cassettes are cooler, who still has a stereo that plays tapes?

4- I will match you up with a mixtape buddy. You'll get an email from me (xo.lp.blog@gmail.com) with the name and address of this buddy.

5- Send out your (carefully packaged) best-of-2010 mixtape to your super pumped buddy by January 27th.

Bonus: Send me the list of your playlist's tracks. I will post them, with your creative 2010 mixtape exchange title, here!

xo-LP

Twas the days after Christmas.

2010-12-27T23:34:00.001-06:00

Dear 27,
Drank in the holidays. Family time. Peking. Santa. It was bigtime fun.

Back to the list.
Hope your holidays were filled with merriment.
xo- LP

With boughs of holly.

2010-12-22T22:06:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
It's been a crazed race to the finish of 2010. A night with the Glee kids (thanks for teaching me my new and valuable skill, Josh) and Grandpa Kenneth, then there was the big news, and a few last minute work meetings. I can't say I'm in the full holiday spirit, but at least I decked the halls.

I am pretty sure all the holiday cards will be out by tomorrow, hand carved snowflakes stamped onto over 100 cards. Two-tone card stock. (It's ok to be impressed by the paper quality.)

Wishing you, my blog readers, a spectacular holiday season and a 2011 that dazzles you.
Bags packed. Can't wait to get home to the fam.
xo- LP

#15.

2010-12-19T16:44:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
It might be time to cross #15 off the list. Thank you AAA.

xo-LP

A 60 degree difference.

2010-12-17T12:01:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
As usual, CA was good to me.

Had a sushi dinner unlike I'd ever seen, a piece of pizza as big as my torso, found a handmade store that had me slamming the brakes to check it out, swooned over Richard Avedon and found a Katherine Hepburn-looks-like-David Bowie photo, doodled new ideas on the plane, and a shared a crispy duck dinner with friends. Oh. And it was about 60 degrees warmer than DSM.
xo-LP

Trust Me.

2010-12-14T22:22:00.001-06:00

Dear 27,
Here near LA, sushi places are everywhere. In strip malls along Ventura Boulevard there are supposedly (in Iowa I would probably not trust a strip mall sushi joint, no offense to you Des Moines) the best sushi places you can find. So with the help of Gwyneth Paltrow (I realize how this sounds) and a nudge from Gary Caplan, I veered off my usual path to the Galleria and hit up Sushi Nozawa for an early dinner and what was to be the strangest, most delicious sushi dining experience I've had to date.

I walked in to a completely empty restaurant, no music, but a stern looking sushi chef behind the counter. I went straight for the sushi bar and was told I have "no choice" if I sit there. Once I realized the Chef and his assistant, Antonio, weren't going to laugh at any of my jokes, I stuck to enjoying the non-stop stream of no-frills sushi. Chef Nozawa has another spot called Sugarfish that told me this "Trust Me-style of Sushi" is his "interpretation of the centuries-old Japanese tradition called omakase, where the master chef determines the menu."

While he wasn't a chatty man, Chef Nozawa shared that this restaurant had be open for 23 years and that since coming to America in 1977, he has stuck to his traditional Japanese way of sushi making. He reminded me, "Sushi. One bite. No sauce." Here's what the chef determined would be my abundant menu:

-Tuna (I think it was baby tuna, which is weird, but was utterly delicious)
-Toro (did you know that's the belly of a Tuna?)
-Yellowtail
-Albacore
-Crab hand roll
-Cod. (Yes Cod. I thought cod was used in fish sticks, but it was buttery and delightful.)
The Trust-me sushi method left me with a hefty check, but was well worth it. Even Nicole Richie thinks so.

xo-LP

George is here to talk about what?

2010-12-14T00:39:00.002-06:00

Dear 27,
So you might have heard of Templeton Rye. You know that highly sought after, impossible to find rye whiskey made right here in Iowa? Well Centro (said Ch-en-t-ro according to the experts) hosted a special Templeton Rye dinner and while tickets were snatched up quickly, a few friends and I managed to be seated at table 3 to enjoy the festivities.

Upon arrival, we were given a Templeton poker chip (which I promptly lost in my bag) to enjoy a pre-dinner cocktail of the "good stuff." Once Al Capone's whiskey of choice, Templeton Rye is surely hard to find after the release of their fourth batch. Even Muscatine has a waiting list and our hosts noted it was difficult to find enough bottles to put together the dinner that evening. Once seated dinner service began. Each course was paired with a special Templeton cocktail created special for the evening.

Overall the meal, and the company I shared it with, was terrific. The drinks were quite tasty, particularly the cider-like "Rye-Orchard" (I was informed by my friends that the drink was poured over a lit match into the bitty glass it was served in. That's cool.) and the cherry-sage reduction made the third drink feel a little like an herbal Manhattan. The scallop dish was incredible. I'm telling you Templeton squash puree might be one of the greatest things I've ever tasted.

Once the meal had ended we freestyle walked our way to a night cap at the Cosmo Lounge where we finished the evening with geometry puns, editable content and plans for Scotch Club round two. Four courses. Five drinks. New friends. Old jokes.
Thanks for a super evening Centro and Templeton.
xo-LP

**Bonus. Heard this song while driving today in CA. Hooray for Rye Whiskey.**

No Bah-hummer-Bugs.

2010-12-06T21:30:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,
Saturday the holiday season officially commenced with my first trip through the Jolly Holiday Lights. We oooh-ed and ahhh-ed over the dragons, snowmen and frogs made of lights, discussed Walt Disney World being the ultimate dream land, and the merits of having a haunted hayrack ride.

The weekend was primarily devoted to birthday celebrations (Kate-- your 21 was a rowdy night of awesome, Jo- Happy birthday! And B + Dan Maw- I celebrated your birthdays without you, don't worry.) I did make time to craft a whole bunch of options for the happy holiday cards.

Can't wait to stamp the final cards and get them in the mail.

xo- LP

From Yesvember to December.

2010-12-01T22:00:00.052-06:00

Dear 27,
I've been quite the delinquent blogger as of late. I'd like to attribute this lack of posting to my active quest to knock off every item on the Yesvember list. I did get to see the Princemen rock All in the Family on Saturday night-- Go Kathy!
But truthfully, other than the dance party on Fleur to the tunes of 60s and 70s rock n roll, November ended with a weekend of Veronica Mars, severe sinus congestion medications, a whole bunch of sleeping and an overdose of orange pineapple juice. So the finale weekend of my mid-year challenge was less-than-productive, but I still managed to axe many items off my ambitious list of 27.

~~1- Send 27 postcards.~~
2- Create my font.

~~3- Bake a cake from scratch to celebrate 27.5.~~

~~4- Vote.~~

~~5- Enjoy~~ ~~Mary Poppins~~.

~~6- Celebrate Homemade Bread Day on November 17th (or sometime this month-- make bread).~~

~~7- Rock out to live music.~~

~~8- Read~~ ~~DRIVE~~.

~~9- Take my picture with a mountain.~~

~~10- Finally see that movie alone.~~
11- Peek inside the Basilica of St. John.

~~12- Host a themed dinner party.~~

~~13- Try Indian Food.~~

14- Walk across the Center Street Bridge.

~~15- Visit~~ ~~Topped Doughnuts~~.

16- Participate in a human pyramid.

~~17- Go to a~~ ~~Bucs~~ ~~game.~~

18- Make a dazzling dish for Family Thanksgiving.

19- Find Templeton Rye. Order a manhattan.

~~20- Hike.~~

~~21- Read another boo~~k.

22- See Da Vinci @ SCI.

~~23- World Run~~ ~~Day~~.

24- Gray's Lake.

25- Eat at the Flying Mango.

~~26- Try a day of plan-free rest.~~

~~27- Annual LP handmade holiday card~~s.

December, even without a list, will be one busy month. More blogging. More items checked off the big list. More reading. And, more funny*. One more thing-- saw Daniel Pink speak at Des Moines' hometown University tonight and he knocked my socks off. I even came home and celebrated the success of the evening.

While his book was good, it was his lecture, his candor and his uncommon use of the word "exquisite" that made motivation come to life.
Hope you had much to be thankful for this November. I know I did.
xo-LP

*For those of you who don't think anything has been that funny so far at least the bar has been set low. I hope to impress you with my wit. Stay tuned for funny. I have 5.6 months left to cause lol. (That's lots of laughs.)

Just me and the popcorn.

2010-11-28T19:50:00.000-06:00

Dear 27,

Solo movie today. (yep. that's popcorn.) Although the movie wasn't super, but I movied alone.

Then naps. Lots of naps. And Veronica Mars. She's really taken over my weekend with a cold. When I'm less sniffly I'll write more about the conquering of the list.

xo-LP

27 and a half.

2010-11-23T07:42:00.001-06:00

Dear 27,
Six months into this blog, this list, this year of life and I'm celebrating.
(With a cake I baked myself. From flour and not a Pilsbury box. Also. I am no good at frosting. Cool the cake first. Baking takes patience.)

This year has been full of firsts. So much newness and adventure-documenting, that at times, I've even impressed myself. (That statement will be criticized by "blog lesson #1" shortly.)

In celebration of my 100th post and my half birthday and my 6 months of loyal blogging--
Here are a few things I've learned:

A blog is an exercise in vanity, true. But it can also be a way to connect with people, a way to have a little life history written, and a hell-of-a-way to get yourself to try doing cool and exciting things. (If for no other reason that to make for an interesting post.)
Lists motivate, infuriate, and excite. This particular one has added more stress and joys to my normal existence than I ever thought possible.
I'm full of strength. I have the ability to make use of nearly all of the 24 hours in a day. But most importantly, I overuse parenthesis.
Nonsensical blog titles are the best.
I can bake. If I pay attention. Actually, if I pay attention I tend to be better at most things.
Des Moines (and my life in general) are filled with extraordinary people who will road trip with you to a concert on a Tuesday, tell you the Manhattan you mixed was great even if it was terrible and remind you there's list items to complete while sending suggestions of how to do so. My friends are fantastic.
I have 6 months left to read over 20 books. In the time I've spent blogging about my lack of reading, I surely could have finished at least 2 books.

My love letter continues. Thank you for reading along.

Here's a little song of appreciation.

Happy 27.5!

xo-LP

Bacon+Doughnut.

2010-11-21T19:12:00.007-06:00

Dear 27,

Drove up to Ankeny to hit up Topped Doughnuts. I picked up more than my fair share of sugary delights-- one of which was coated with a maple glaze and crumbled bacon + a red velvet doughnut that tasted better than cake. I knew bacon was good on basically anything, but on a doughnut? I was terrific.

I'd say the "plan free day of rest" list item was accomplished on 1.5 days this weekend. A rather slow and lovely weekend in LP land. Looking forward to a big week to end November.

xo-LP

What if it was an actual parade of wolves?*

2010-11-19T11:56:00.001-06:00

Dear 27,
A Thursday night road trip to Iowa City for a band of Canadian rockers: Wolf Parade. "What a bodacious name!" After a brief dinner at Quinton's where a table of dudes were talking about Alex Mack, we headed next door to the theater where a gentleman in a tuxedo with tails was manning the door. The Englert, while an odd place to hold a show where everyone is standing (the band referenced how quiet the place was between songs-- we Iowans are a respectful bunch-- and that the orchestra pit kept people about 8 feet from the stage front), it is a beautiful venue. I hadn't been inside the place since the 2005 New Horizons Band Spring Concert. That show was nearly as rowdy as this one.

An eclectic crowd only Iowa City could produce filled the theater for Ogre you asshole of Japan who had the denim-clad-hoodie-wearing-scarf-accessorized crowd hipster-bobbing their heads (that's what I've titled that dance, Will.) The man next to me, in his full length sparkly patchwork denim jacket with leopard printed pants noodle-danced with the very-pregnant woman next to him. *There was considerable talk of what a real wolf parade would be like. Sounds awesome and terrifying. Much like the man next to me.

Wolf Parade played a set (Want a copy of the set list? Ask Tim.) that had the crowd on their feet for the whole show. Sounding a bit like Modest Mouse + David Bowie, that keyboard player in the middle, who looks a little like Jack Black, sang like there was a whole choir in his mouth. It was really incredible. Thanks for the invite/peer pressure-- It was a rockin' good time.

Too bad we couldn't stay- Paula Cole is playing tonight.("oh I know your back hurts from workin' on the tractor." That's a real line from "Where have all the Cowboys Gone." I am not sure how your brain stores up lyrics of songs you haven't heard in years. I'll ask the neurologist about that.)

xo-LP