Love for Love

I don't know if you've heard, but Kid Sis just got a great new gig working for Cirque Du Soleil. One of the perks, is that she has to go see all of the shows and I was luckily enough to be her date to LOVE tonight.

I hadn't been to a Cirque show since I was 9 and saw Mystere.

After tonight, I don't know why I've been wasting the last 18 years. Love was the most visually stimulating show I have ever seen and would you be surprised if I told you the music was a trip in itself? Yeah, I didn't think so.

I've always enjoyed the Beatles, although I do not own any of their albums and didn't particularly have a favorite song....I do now though, about 30 of them.

I am sure that I was clapping and saying WOW and OH MY! at totally inopportune moments throughout the show but I was just blown away, I couldn't contain myself. I would like to try any of the acts they did in the show but I am so clumsy, I would be sure to (seriously) injure myself. Everything was just perfection. The acts with the songs - the lighting, the cast, the theater itself and the white sheet of magic LOVE LOVE LOVED LOVE.

Thank you, Kid Sister for something I will remember for the rest of my life.

In short, I would like to live under the sea in an octopus's garden with this show.

Kickball de Mayo

The greatest honor was recently bestowed upon me by our great kickball captain, Jeffrey. He named me Activities Director for Kickin' It Old School.

This is really the reason that I joined a team. Being able to direct people to dress up for no particular reason?! Coming up with themes? Asking people to wear mustaches and drink tequila? Come ON! I live for that kind of stuff.

So on Cinco de Mayo, Katie Knoch, A.D. and Kid Sister, A.A.D. came to the game with mustaches, tequila, maracas to run the bases with, and sombreros, lots and lots of sombreros. My teammates really warmed my heart with their participation. Amy brought a Mexican flag along to celebrate the occasion, Arlene brought the Pinata and candy and Victor made us a mix tape truly fit for a FIESTA!

And this, my friends, is how we won our game. Next week, Tiki time.

Club Monster Curtis

So about two months ago, the girls and I decided it was time to dust off our dancing shoes (once again) and hit the club. We needed to shake our things, feel alive, DANCE DANCE DANCE!

Yes, two months ago we picked a date. This is what happens as we get older. It gets more difficult as people have children, husbands and careers. I remember the days when Club Monster Katie would decide to hit the club at 1 a.m. Those days, my friends, are long gone.

I sent out an evite, because that's also what you do when you get old. We need to have it on our calendars, people! or it just won't happen.

Eener and I were discussing what it would be like one night at SSFS. Afterall, it had been about a year since we hit the 'ol club scene. First discussion was if we still have the moves. "We'll be dropping it like it's hot. Wait. Do they even still do that? WAIT. Can WE even still do that?" (And to answer that question, yes, of course, and we will be until we're 84.). I told her that I no longer worried about guys coming up and grinding on us like they did back in the day. "Why not?" "Because we're old now. None of the 22-year-old frat boys are going to want to come up and grind up on this old lady." "No, no, I don't think they will be able to tell that we're old. It's dark in there." Hmmm. "We'll wear our cardigans. And flats. So they know."

So when the Alerts popped up on our calendar and we knew the TIME HAD COME, we put on our new dresses and lip gloss, popped in our GNO Mix Tape (Beiber Fever!) and headed for CityCenter/Bellagio. The Bank was our first stop of the evening.

We brought Club Monster Curtis along for the ride and let me tell you, this guy is a good time. Since, unfortunately, we don't have video, let me just tell you that his voice is that of the background in Luda's 'How Low Can You Go'.

And now, without further ado, Club Monster Reunion + Meet CMC....

An Update in the Life of Cheese

So it's been crazy.

Crazy busy at work, which is awesome actually. I've been feeling really re-inspired lately and am feeling more and more excited by my job on a daily basis.

This semester of school is slowly but surely wrapping up. I'm pretty sure I have finals next week, should probably look into that.

Kickball has been great. Do you know who had the BEST KICK OF THE GAME two weeks ago? This girl, this girl right here, did. I couldn't believe it. I made it to second with a forced out before I got to third (does it sound like I know what I am talking about?). I also caught (then dropped) a fly ball that hit me pretty hard in the face. So I figured I got the worst stuff out of the way. Plus we were playing one of the toughest teams ever with a GUY THAT DRIVES IN FROM CALIFORNIA TO PLAY. Some say that's a rumor but he was pretty f'ing serious out there on the mound. The game was followed by good beers, food and conversation with my teammates at Shucks. Loving this already.

Yesterday, Kid Sister and I attended our very first Bikram Yoga class. When we walked in the room, we both immediately almost PUKED ON SPOT from the smell. Have you been to a class? Do you know the smell I am talking about? It's like a gym locker but OH IN 105 DEGREE HEAT WITH 60% HUMIDITY. Disgusting. Kid Sister turned to me and said, "Girl, I don't think I can do this." But guess what? We did. There were only about six or seven times in the 90-minute class that I thought I was going to faint. My dear Chad (and yoga guru) had told me the most important thing about your first class is to just STAY IN THE ROOM. Yeah, that sounds a lot easier before you're inside said room. But we did it and let me tell you, that feeling when instruction is finally done and you're in Savasana....EUPHORIC. Seriously, better than most...OK, I won't go there since my parents read this but youknowhatI'msayin. Simply blissful. In order to get the full bang for my buck, we'll be there three times a week for the next two months. So if you see me, offer me some water, I can guarantee I'll be thirsty.

I can tell Summer is approaching because I'm falling in love approx. 3-4 times a week. This happens every Spring/Summer.

So if I'm not too busy falling in love, here is what is on the books:

• The Hunt, which is waayyy past due.
• An introduction to Club Monster Curtis.
• Kid Sister and Katie go to Crystal Palace Skating Rink. This one includes....VIDEO.

And I am very happy to tell you that Gordon is finally home and recovering well. He is in the cone of misery whenever he is unsupervised, which I keep telling him is for his own good but he just looks at me like this.

I know, what a little heart-breaker. Good news is, his staples from his 4-inch incision come out one week from today and yes, we will be headed straight for the park.

Kickball.

Tonight I will be doing something I never thought I would.

I am joining an organized sports team.

Ok, ok....pick your jaws up off the floor. It's KICKBALL, people. This is the kind of team where you go to the website and it says Your Field is: Desert Breeze. Your Bar is: Shucks II.

Yeah, $65 got us a shirt (!!) AND three hosted parties throughout the season.

And, let me tell you, I am as excited to play tonight as I was in fifth grade. And I am totally serious right now. Kid Sister keeps asking me if I'm nervous and I'm like "Hell no! I am so PUMPED for this!" And then she reminds me, or more informs me, since I've never been on a team TEAM before, the PRESSURE of bringing your A game.

"What if we miss a kick?"
"What if we are the LET-DOWNS?"
"What if we lose the game for the team?"
"What if they make fun of us?"

The only difference between 5th grade and now? We can make up at the bar over ice cold beers after the game instead of a handshake on the playground.

We play Wednesday nights at 7 and 8 p.m. and are always looking for cheerleaders. Would love to see your face. I'm fighting for Sir Gordon to be our team mascot and he could use the company on the sidelines.

Game. On.

A Good Friday, Indeed.

This past (Good) Friday night, I ventured out Downtown with a few of my co-workers. My friend, Sally, is about as Louisiana as they come. So as we are making plans for the evening, she throws out the suggestion of going to Lola's (a Louisiana Kitchen, downtown) for Crawfish. Apparently, that's the Good Friday tradition "back home" since they aren't allowed to eat meat that day. So, immediately, I am like CRAWHELLTOTHENOFISH but I am sure there is something on the menu there that I will eat.

Well wouldn't you know it...these little guys showed up and I was like HEY, oddly enough, you look like something I would eat. So the gentleman sitting next to me walked me through the process and since I am an old pro at eating Blue Crab, I caught on pretty quickly. In the mouth you go and DELICIOUS.


The rest of the night just led to more shenanigans around the Freemont East area. The SK+G crew (old and new) headed to Don't Tell Mama for a few good songs and drinks. This is where Kid Sister met my old friend, Patron, for the first time. Look how happy.

The best part is, as soon as she was done, she was like ANOTHER! I told her, no, no, young stallion, trust me, that is all you need. So you know after a round of shots like that, we had one hell-of-a time.




The night led to The Griffin where Kid Sister ended up abandoning me (kidding, my love!) with boys that equal trouble. It had been a minute since I was the only girl hanging with my old bestie crew and I am proud to say that I (kind of) survived.

Now if you would have asked me Saturday morning as I was getting ready to go to a work-oriented baby shower if I had survived, I would have told you 'No, I am dying.' But, we bounce back. Sometimes it just takes a day or two. Afterall, I had to be in healthy shape for The Hunt (post to come).

Kid Sister Bakes a Cake

This past Friday, I was invited over to Casa de Kristin and Frank's for some doggy playtime (their dog, Lucy, is Gordon's girlfriend) and to help Kid Sister bake a cake from scratch. Kid Sister has got her very own list of things to do and make a cake from scratch was one of them.

Frank turned to me halfway through the process and said, "You're really being a big help here, Katie." I explained to him that I was there to DOCUMENT this important day, not to impose on someone else's dreams and ambitions. Plus, I was doing a really good job at helping Kid Sister finish this bottle of wine...

The cake was a Chocolate Spongecake that she layered with Cream Cheese frosting in the middle and on top. All made from scratch. It was absolutely delicious. Frank and Kid Sister enjoyed toasted coconut on theirs, I opted for plain (shocking, I know). We decided that next time, we (and by we, I mean Kristin and Frank) would add chocolate chips in the mix for a little texture. Don't worry, I'll be there to document - and taste test :)