All I heard was "Rory" and "Chilton" and "Get down here."

So in case you never knew this about me, I love Gilmore Girls. Since it started when I was a freshman in high school, and Rory was a sophomore (but going to a new school) and because Rory was a journalist geek, I totally related to her character. Because of this, I will do many an embarassing thing to remind myself of Gilmore Girls and all its glory, like quoting episodes at embarassing moments. I also saw Paris once at a diner, but that’s a story for another time.

Well, my girlfriends Caitlin and Traci and I have been meaning to go to Chilton FOREVER, since it’s right down the road from me and since we love any excuse to take pictures and talk about television shows we love. So today, we headed to Mel’s diner, grabbed brunch, and proceeded to Greystone Mansion, where they shot the exteriors (and some interiors) of Chilton, the fictional prep school in Gilmore Girls.

Here are a select few photos.

Happy Halloween Season!

Saturday event at work, running to soccer to coach a game in pearls, getting costume advice from a seven year old, home to go to Target, getting a new calendar board for the hallway, going to Office Depot for a new board for the kitchen with picture frames (one of you and me, SS), going to Staples to get myself a portfolio, home for lunch, talking to my brother for 30 minutes about algebra 2 and life, working on the website with Jeff, a brand new spice rack from Jeff (and the Home Depot) that we put up Saturday night, and bed early.

Sunday farmer’s market, home, breakfast of omelet with heirloom tomatoes and onion, polyurethane on our dining room table, grocery shopping (trader joe’s and ralph’s), home for another coat on the table (but not before sanding), pot roast in the crock pot, laundry at the laundromat, home to a finished pot roast, another coat of polyurethane (sanding, too), a second trip to Ralphs for pumpkins, dinner of pot roast, and then carved four pumpkins. Corelyn’s is looking up, mine looks down. They are friends.

Pictures to come.

Five good things:

1. Carved pumpkins
2. Heirloom tomatoes
3. Finished dining room table, FINALLY
4. A new calendar, and new spice rack for my new spiffy house
5. Updated blogs.

San Gennaro Festival, LA

Corelyn called me yesterday to tell me, and Jeff texted me. “The Italian festival is here!” And indeed, it was. Last night we checked it out, and it was everything this Italian could ask for, and more.

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This is the band that was playing. They were great, and got lots of people dancing, as you can see.

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This is the three of us on the way to watch bocce ball for a while.

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This is where you put a pin in wherever you are from in Italia. Jeff and I had to participate.

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I made a comment about how I thought the Palluzzis where from outside Roma, but I wasn’t sure about the Iannuccis. Which prompted the woman to go, “Oh my god, Iannucci? I-A-N-N-U-C-C-I? Stop it. Do you know Rudy?” To which I said, “I’m not sure, where is he from?” to which she said “He lives in New Jersey.” To which I said, “I don’t know, maybe, I’m from back east.” And she proceeded to tell the other man working the both, “Oh my gawd, she’s from back east. Hon, write your name down. Write down you’re email. He’ll email ya.”

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And of course, it wouldn’t be complete without running into my own family at the Festival, basically the only other Italians I know in California.

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Photo of the Italian’s on the way out…Corelyn, I think, learned a lot.