KC in AZ

Once upon a time in a far away land there was a magical White House. No, not in DC but in a town called Provo. There was a tire swing in the front yard and tulips bloomed in spring. It was a wonderful place to live during college, and the magic even continued after college. While in NYC my friends and I discovered that three of us all lived in the same house at different times. We were meant to be friends.

Last weekend I had a White House Reunion in Phoenix, and I even flew down a day early to have a little mini-White House Reunion with the roommate I never had . . . Miss Karen Campbell.

The first night Karen's family also happened to be visiting, so I was able to crash the Campbell family night. What was on the itinerary . . . going to the Greyhound Races! Yes, you read that correctly. Who knew such a thing existed? Who knew it was such a big deal? Who knew it actually happens all over the United States? Well, folks I can tell you that it was not just a scene in Oceans 11 - it happens, and people get really, really into it. I'm pretty sure it was the weirdest, most comical experience of my life. Karen gave a great summary on her blog.

The Campbells checking out the dogs and placing bets while I smile for the camera


Friday consisted of Karen and I recreating our lives in NYC in Phoenix. I got my nails done, met Karen for lunch at the most fantastic restaurant - Arcadia Farms - went shopping, ate pizza for dinner and finally saw our book club book movie - Revolutionary Road. Oh and had some Sprinkles cupcakes.

Funny story about the pizza: We only had about an hour before the movie but thought we'd have time. Our waiter told us there was about a 20 to 25 minute wait on the pizzas - no problem. Well 45 minutes later our pizza finally came. I looked at him and said, "Actually we're trying to catch a movie, so can you just get us a box and the check." He looked at us dumbfounded and said, "Really?" While I just said yes, I thought about saying: No you moron, I'm joking. You told us it would take 25 minutes and that should have been 25 minutes ago! Karen went to get the car while I stayed to pay, and when he came back he just told me not to worry about the bill and just take the pizza. Sweet! Free Pizza! But of course now we're starving and getting ready to head into a movie. So what is the only rational thing to do - sneak the steaming hot, delicious smelling pizza into the movie theatre! Yes, I was the person I hate bringing smelly food into the theatre. Just after the movie started a theatre employee walked up and down the aisles and Karen and I both tensed up thinking we were busted - thankfully he just kept walking. Pizza in a movie - a oh so delicious combo!

It was a fabulous 24 hours with KC!


Karen was such a wonderful host the theme for Part Two of the WHR weekend was: "How Karen Ruined The White House Reunion." I guess Karen took me to all the great restaurants and so plans had to be changed. What this really meant was I got to go to twice as many great restaurants! More to come if I ever get pictures from the rest of the White House Ladies :)

Breakin' Dishes

You know that feeling when you just have the urge to throw something and see it smash into a million little pieces.

Like when you chip a plate and now you just have to throw it away - but you really wish you could smash it instead of gently placing it in the trash can.

Or when your iPod stops working and you just want to chuck it across the room.

Or when you finish drinking a glass bottle and you really wish you could throw it.

Don't pretend that I'm not normal. You know you have those urges. And you don't act on them because then you'd have to clean up the mess and that just takes the fun out of the smashing.

Welcome to Sarah's Smash Shack


Every town should have one . . . but they don't, so next time you're in San Diego GO!

Step 1: Pick out the pieces you'd like to smash (plates, mystery box and vases . . . check)



The Mystery Box is like Christmas: "Ahhhh!! What do we get to smash!?!"


Step 2: Put on ridiculous gear. Protective yes, but more fun just because it's so hysterical. I mean really, tell me another time you'll put on a Dickies Jumpsuit. Oh and don't forget your gas mask.





Step 3: Enter Smash Room, plug in your iPod, blare smashing music and start dancing.





Step 4: Use Sharpies to write mean, nasty, hateful messages to smash. The Utah Utes, Shannan does not equal Tepanyachi, Morons and more all smashed.




Step 5: SMASH!! And take ridiculous amounts of pictures.












The pictures speak for themselves. I cannot begin to explain how much fun this was. We didn't want to stop, and all weekend I kept wanting to go back!

Newport, Neptune and San Diego

After my interviews last week, Caisa braved traffic and picked me up for a weekend in San Diego!

On the way back to San Diego, we had an TV show Roadtrip (really, you shouldn't be surprised) with stops at . . .

The OC Pier (Redondo Beach)


And then we ran into Weevil on the PCH.


The rest of the weekend we stalked a few more Veronica sights.

The Infamous Camelot Motel



Hearst College


Oh yeah, and we laughed, shopped, ate and went to the beach :)

Funny, That's What I Was Going to Title My Autobiography

Confessions of a Shopaholic


Caisa (as the credits started to roll): So, do you think that was an accurate depiction of your life?
Me: Just waiting on Hugh Dancy to show up.

Loved the books. Loved the movie.

I Create 5-Day Weekends

In case one 4-Day weekend wasn't enough . . . and if a holiday creates a 3-Day weekend and you still want more . . . just create your own 5-Day weekend!

I left snow in SLC this morning and landed in sunny 60 degree weather this afternoon. My first thought: "I could get used to this." :)

I'm interviewing in Glendale today and tomorrow, and then playing with the lovely Caisadia for the rest of the weekend.

When do I have time for school you ask? Well all the other candidates are at the bar and I'm in my room. See how fun my life is. Okay, you're right, I'm in Cali - life doesn't suck.

I Heart 4-day Weekends

B: What did you do for the recruiting weekend Kristan?
Me: Went to NYC.
B: Of course you did.

I'm predictable. What can I say :)

Two days interviewing and networking. Two days of fun. The perfect mix.

Diet Coke and Fun Restaurants - apparently Holly and I like to coordinate outfits in addition to drinks


Bagels and a Saturday morning movie with Holly, Cassie and Bryndee


Mel's adorable new SoHo apartment


Brunch with Mel and Bryndee



And maybe, just maybe I went to Bloomingdale's two days in a row. Froyo and shopping under one roof . . . heaven.

Goodbye Smash Williams

I've blogged about it before, and I'll blog about it again.

I. Love. Friday. Night. Lights.

I held out for NBC and have just now been watching the episodes. I love them. I love them. I love them.

Every time I think I need to find me a Coach Taylor.

So last night when Smash said goodbye I got a little teary eyed. I'll admit it. It was touching.

But the best part is I love my friends. Naturally I emailed my FNL groupies and these are some of the responses I got:

"i just finished watching, and i cried too!! coach is one amazing man, that's for shizzle..."
"Oh my gosh I am so glad I am not alone. Yes, I cried too. When Smash is at the coaches house! Oh, oh and when he is on the field at the end with all the boys. I lost it."

I love my friends. I love FNL. Clear Eyes. Full Hearts. Can't Lose!

How do these people get into college?

Yesterday during my undergrad calligraphy class the professor was talking about poetry vs. prose. Moron #1 asked: "What is prose?"

Today I asked a copy center employee where I could find a notary on-campus. Moron #2 said: "I don't even know what a notary is?"

I'm not a genius but, seriously, how do these people get into college!?!

I Lego NY

I love this.


You should check out Christoph Niemann older posts for the Times too.

And this is why I love my sister Shannan:

"Last night I was trying to come up with interests and hobbies for an application and besides running, swimming, and baking, all I could think to write was making out. I need more interests."

True story. I was at her place last night, and she asked me if she couldn't add making out to her list could she at least add shopping.

Oh how I love her.