Saturday, September 15, 2018

Peru in 8 days

For our 25th anniversary we decided on a trip to Machu Picchu. Neither of us had ever been to South America, and what could be more romantic than touching down on a whole new continent together? And since this was to be a big trip, we decided to do it up right, with a travel agent and guides etc....especially as neither of us really speaks Spanish past the point of "buenos dias and vino tinto, por favor, gracias."Most people spoke English, and were very kind and patient with out attempts at Spanish, and it helped us that Peruvian Spanish is closer to Castilian than to Central American Spanish. Having knowledgable guides was really the best plan. We saw so much more and understood so much more of what we were seeing than even my impressive and compulsive trip planning skills could muster. Tourism is a large part of the economy and the guides are professionals who really consider your interests and fitness levels before putting together plans. Traffic is bananas even by Boston girl standards so I would not recommend renting a car and trying to get around on your own. We used Elli travel and it was well worth it! They handled everything.

The parts of Peru we were in were pretty touristy and pretty casual as far as dressing goes. Even the fanciest restaurants we went to had plenty of people in jeans, lots of men without jackets, no ties anywhere. Outside of Lima, hiking and backpacking attire was common everywhere. Athleisure wear is the norm. Layers are key, definitely include a down vest. Our trip was in early September, so their late-winter, almost spring. Pretty temperate conditions, but cold (mid-30s at night in the mountains). I brought 2 pairs of leggings and some tights to wear under dresses, skirts and tunics, but I should have brought 3 pairs of leggings, another tunic and no skirt. All the nice hiking hotels have beautiful pools and hot tubs, so a bathing suit or 2 is a must. Amazingly beautiful textiles are also a part of the culture. You can buy all sorts of gorgeous alpaca and baby alpaca sweaters if you aren't allergic like I turned out to be. I highly recommend asking your doctor for the altitude pills. Coca leaf tea is fun and all, but meds AND coca leaf tea are better than either one alone. Once outside of Lima the altitude took some major adjusting to, even with the coca leaf tea and the altitude pills. It's very hard to find direct flights that don't involve going one way on a red eye - we opted to arrive in Lima at 10PM and save our red eye for our return home. I'd rather get to a new city and be able to enjoy and just be tired once I got back, but that's just my way - if you can sleep on planes, good for you! Non-stop is about 8 hours Newark to Lima.

Some highlights of our trip
We arrived in Lima about 9:30PM and were met by a guide and driver to take us to our hotel in the Barranco district of Lima. Cabs were readily available. Barranco is always referred to as the "bohemian" district, lots of art, bars, and nightlife. Our hotel was the Villa Barranco, a spectacularly charming former mansion turned into a boutique hotel, run by lovely people. We let them know this was our 25th anniversary trip and by the time we got back from grabbing a light dinner & drinks - mostly we wanted to walk around the neighborhood in the Lima mist and uncork from being trapped in plane for 8 hours - they had a lovely piece of cake on hand for us to enjoy in the garden space adjacent to our room.  They seemed a little disappointed we were too full, but asked if we would have cake tomorrow and we promised to save room. The only problem with the food in Peru is that it is delicious and there is always too much of it. People say American portions are large, but every meal here was three courses and huge! We found a great neighborhood place with a tapas (but giant sized)

menu, live music and pisco sours.Posada de Angel.

Villa Barranco
at night. Just a short block from the Pacific Ocean. Full (really full) breakfast, but a city hotel, so no pool, hot tub, spa, or other amenities. OK sized rooms, super comfy bed, rain shower with nice toiletries and an outdoor sitting area.

Day 2 was a full day exploring Lima
We got off to a slow start because as soon as we got into the Historic Center and the Plaza Mayor, there was a festival going on and we had to stop and watch all the dancers, musicians and costumes,  because these were some of the costumes!!!!!!!

It was a beautiful celebration and a wonderful welcome to the culture even though we didn't know what was going on. (A Colonial era virgin doing miracles and being claimed by both Andean and
Amazon cultures was about as close as we got.) The joy this clearly brought to all involved was magnificent and radiated out into the streets, especially since they kept being closed off for parade purposes.
The rest of the historic tour was fun, but more usual, Cathedral, catacombs, colonial mansion....Must see, but similar to other cities all over the world. Then we drove to the Museo Larco which was amazing!!!!!!!! Spectacular collection of pre-Columbian art, textiles, pottery and history of the people who lived there before Pizarro showed up in 1532.  Don't miss!

Then it was lunch at the gorgeous Cala on the Pacific in the Miraflores district. I ate myself silly. The ceviche was out of this world delicious! The menu was broad and creative and the decor elegant. Again, highly recommend!!!!!

After that we went back to Barranco to wander around, people watch and take in the feel of the city. Interesting place to buy trinkets if you want, nice walk by the water and obligatory "Bridge of Sighs."  Then off to the MATE museum which hosts the largest collection of Mario Testino's work. The Peruvians are rightly very proud of their native son, but as I'd seen all these shots in the magazines when they came out, I found this museum less interesting. His photos of Andean people in their local costumes were really interesting though, especially after the festival we encountered that morning.  

We were supposed to have dinner at Tragaluz which is one of the great restaurants in the great Lima foodie scene, but we were still too full from lunch. So back to Posada de Angel for tapas and pisco sours. 

Day 3 was up at 4:40AM for a 5:00 pick-up for our flight to Cusco. As I mentioned - traffic is nuts, and the Lima airport is not big enough to handle all the people who want to come visit, so 2 hours is recommended before domestic flights, and at least 3 before international (although we had way, way, way more than enough time in every case). We landed and were immediately whisked to Sacsayhuaman, an Incan military site that hosted a major battle with the Spanish in 1536, and who's massive stones were used in the building of the Cathedral after the Spanish victory. Cusco is super high and we felt it immediately, even though we had started taking the altitude pills 24 hours in advance as directed. This site sits above the city. Even a short hike at 12,142 feet is taxing.

for scale - he's 6'5" and I am not. Then it was off to the Sacred Valley of the Incas. Valley being slightly misleading as it is at 9,420 feet elevation.

After that we got to go to one of the highlights of the trip. After a terrifying trip up dirt roads, straight up a damn mountain, we we brought to have lunch in a family home in an Amaru village. We learned about and ate their traditional foods (yes, we ate guinea pig, we were guests!) and how they card, spin & dye the beautiful yarns they use to make their spectacular textiles. 

The Pisac market was fun if you like that sort of souk (I do, him, not so much). We bought a few gifts and I discovered that I am massively allergic to alpaca wool.

Our hotel in Urubamba was the unbelievably gorgeous Sol y Luna. I can't possibly recommend this place more highly. Unwordly setting, surrounded by mountains, gorgeous rooms, lovely helpful staff, pool, hot tub, spa, horses, great restaurants, cool art (all by one local artist), even the stars seemed to celebrate us being there. It was dark enough to see the Milky Way. I never wanted to leave.

and all the places we visited in the Sacred Valley were otherworldly cool from the circular terrace food research labs of the Incans at Moray,
to the saltpans of Maras (where the ancient sea bed was pushed up over 11,000 feet by the rising Andes Mountains),

 to the glorious drive through the pampas with the snow capped glaciers in the distance.

But the absolute coolest part was taking part in a ceremony of healing with a shaman from the indigenous people of the Andes.  No pictures. Just trust me, if you have the opportunity to participate, do it. Even if you think it might be corny, it's really cool. 

Next was the trip to Machu Picchu itself. We started the day by driving to Ollantaytambo and hiking around its Incan fortress before getting the Vistadome train to Aguas Calientes at the base of Machu Picchu and going up for our first day of hiking with our guide. I thought the Vistadome was well worth it, you can go cheaper on the regular train without the skylights or lots more expensive on the Hiram Bingham if you are into eating off china on a train, but the middle ground was the right choice for us.

Machu Picchu is one of those places that all the photos in the world can't prepare you for, but everybody tries. 

It's a UNESCO World Heritage Site for good reason. It is literally and figuratively breathtaking. The hiking is challenging even though it's "only" at 8,000 feet. The first day we went in the afternoon session and hiked the ruins and learned more of the history of the site.  Tourists are allowed up in two different daily sessions. Morning or afternoon (of course you can stay all day if you have a morning pass, but since there are no bathrooms or food or water available inside the site  most people don't stay all day). This picture was taken just after we got there and I stopped shaking from the bus ride up the mountain.

This is the road up to Machu Picchu. The only way up is tourist bus or hiking. I didn't hike it, so I can't say which is worse.

It's a 20 minute bus ride.

Then, at the end of the day, you have to take the bus back down!!!! I did not take the return trip well. It's possible it involved hysterical laughter when we had to BACK UP on the narrow road on the cliff face because another bus was coming, and a death grip on his arm, and burying my face, so I couldn't see off the edges and down to certain death.  That they have only lost one bus ever was not as comforting as he seemed to think it would be.

Fortunately there are also llamas wandering around as lawnmowers.

And this was our hotel pool after hiking. 
The Inkaterra is a magnificent place. And the hot pools were a thing of joy after a morning hike, a 90 train ride, an afternoon hike & 2 20 minute bus rides

The next day we were back again. We took an 8AM bus, because we aren't really sunrise people. And the early buses have very long lines. The mountain was much more crowded in the morning session. I can understand why the government is trying so hard to balance the amount of tourists (they really need the money) allowed in, with the amount the place can hold. Currently they allow in 2,500 tourists per day. We had tickets to climb Huayna Picchu, which is limited to only 400 people per day, but after looking at the steepness of the climb and the openness of the trail, we decided I was too chickenshit. I really was. Those terraces at the top are part of the trail.
So we climbed up to the Sun Gate instead. It is a very challenging trail, but not as open as Huayna Picchu. It's about a 2.5 mile hike and goes up about 1,000 feet. It's uneven, sometimes steps, sometimes rocks and sometimes loose.
about half way up there is an (actual!!!) Incan trail rest stop with amazing views,

and tired hikers that think they are there, but not as tired as they will be when they finally get to the Sun Gate and need to sit down for a bit.

more Machu Picchu means more llamas!!!!! this time a Mama LLAMA and a Baby LLAMA.
the final part of our trip was Cusco, a beautiful colonial city built on top of an Incan one, high up in the mountains and surrounded by even higher peaks. At just over 11,000 feet, and with insanely steep streets (I still can't believe are two-way!) even walking around town is challenging. The Cathedral with its Cusco School of Art works, and the Temple of Gold are not to be missed.

View down towards the city center from our hotel
and a two way street
We stayed at the Palacio Manco Capac and old palace high above the town. It was very beautiful, but my least favorite of the places we stayed. But boy did they try.....
a happy 25th anniversary tribute in towels.

They just didn't seem to have it together in the way that all the other places did - the room was lovely and well-appointed, but they couldn't provide us with change for large bills for the taxi into town, they didn't call the restaurant we had reservations at to cancel but instead assured me that the restaurant would just cancel it if we didn't show up after 15 minutes. And worst of all, we both got sick after eating breakfast there on on second to last day. (I can't 100% say it was from the food there, but it was the only food we had that day.) We had to cancel our final day of touring outside the city to wait for the antibiotics to kick in (which they did before our flight home). So that was a drag, but at least it happened at the end of the trip and not the beginning.  But before that happened, Cusco treated us to one more festival.....

It was a wonderful trip to an incredibly diverse and charming country and we barely scratched the surface. We'll have to return someday, to see the Amazon, Nazca, and Lake Titicaca, and spend more time immersed in such a warm and welcoming culture.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

All Hands on Deck! This is NOT a Drill.

I had the surreal experience today of watching our Governor sign an Executive Order to protect contraceptive rights.

Yes. Contraceptives.Yes. In 2018. Yes. In NY State. Make no mistake, it isn't just Roe at stake here. The right to privacy extends through Griswald. And those of us living in blue states who never thought we'd have to fight the battles our mothers and grandmothers did? We were wrong. I am shouting out to all my friends who never believed this day would come, "IT'S HERE!!!!" This isn't a Dem issue. Whether you are a Dem or Rep or have no party affiliation, 70+% of Americans believe Roe should exist, and even more believe Griswold should. We are the vast majority and need to make our voices heard, NOW. Your rights, your childrens' rights, women's lives are now at stake. Wherever you live, call your Senators and your Representative, then find out who represents you in your State government and call them too. Demand your Federal representatives not vote to confirm this SCOTUS pick. Demand Roe be codified into law in your state. If we lose this at the Federal level, we must have State protections in place. We will not go back. We have the numbers and we will prevail, but the time for complacency is done. We must all write, call, show up, protest and demand our voices be heard. This is not a drill. Losing or keeping these protections depend on your actions at this very moment.

If you are in NY State and are represented by a GOP State Senator, you need to know that the GOP leadership has refused to allow the bill codifying Roe to come to the floor. They shut down the State Senate over it in May.  Call them and let them know you know they are holding this up and DEMAND they bring the bill to the floor. Demand they return to Albany and fix this NOW. Call them every day until they cave. We are not a special interest group. Women are 50% of the human population and it is time we demanded to be treated as such. We are half. The policians work for us, and it is time they started acting like it.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

The True Meaning of Christmas (Hanukkah, Solstice, etc....)

As constant readers may have gathered, we aren't the religious sort around here. We're big on presents  (because making people happy is fun) and food (because, FOOD!) for all occasions, not so much on rules and worship. But another circle around the sun is also always a good time to ponder the things are important to our lives. My year end thought for you is about what I find meaningful.

The other day a friend did a poll on Facebook about starting a new religion, and what your tenets would be if you were allowed only two.  I didn't even have to think about it. Mine were be kind and help whenever you can. That's all. And I really believe that covers most of it. My favorite Kurt Vonnegut quote (with apologies to my Australian friends for the backwards seasons) is from his book Hocus Pocus (and yes, it may well be the only good thing from that book ) “Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”

So yesterday, on another Facebook page, (yeah, I do spend too much time on Facebook, so?) a fellow mom was frantic as her son had not yet received his call from Santa, even though her daughter had  gotten hers earlier that day. To make matters worse, it was her son's birthday. It was 4PM and he was losing hope. So (of course without asking, right?) I volunteered my husband to make the call.  I got all the information from the mom, the phone number, the child's name, what he wanted, some tidbits that only Santa would know, and marched over to tell my husband what he had to do. And yes, this is why I love him so, while he rolled his eyes at me for volunteering him with checking with him, he also put on his deepest "HO,HO,HO, MERRY CHRISTMAS" voice, scratched out a little script so he wouldn't leave out anything important, and called that little boy to save the day.

And also yes, if there is anything sexier than a grown man doing everything in his power to make sure there is a bit more joy in the world, I don't know what it is.

Wishing all of you a happy holiday season, sharing time with the ones you love, making the world a little happier place in whatever ways you can, however and whatever you choose to celebrate.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Political Activism,Sarah Lawrence, Indivisible and Me

I described myself, for the first time yesterday, as a political activist. In response to a question about what I do, at the luncheon for the Inauguration Ceremony for Sarah Lawrence's new President, Cristle Collins Judd. It was nice to finally be able to come up with the answer I've been looking for since the kids left for college. Writer, Yoga Teacher, never totally fit the bill.

I don't think I ever thought of myself as particularly an activist before, but listening to the Symposium on Inauguration morning, made me realize that is exactly what I am, and that it was SLC that allowed me to do so. I don't come from people who are politically active by any stretch of the imagination. I come from people who hide their political views so the Cossacks can't come take them away when the political winds change. But yet when I saw something I thought was wrong, it didn't occur to me that I couldn't fix it. And that is what I got from Sarah Lawrence College.

My activism began in the usual way. The dogs. Our little town park had hosted an off leash dog park for decades.  It was heaven, lots of space for dogs to run free, lovely community of dog owners, and one of the major factors in our choosing our house, easy walking distance away. Then a new administration came in and decided this illegality would no longer be tolerated. Five years later, after far too many Park Council Meetings (including one after a six month trial period where all involved agreed that the trial worked great and none of the feared dog incidents came to pass and yet they still weren't going to let us be off leash!)and City Council meetings, carrying sheaves of paper petitions, bending the ear of everyone in sight, and organizing a voting block that was devoted to off leash access at our park as our primary issue, we had a brand spanking new legal right to be in the park, off-leash, in certain parts and during certain times. A reasonable compromise between off leash owners and the people who didn't want to be near dogs. Good government listening to the people.

The strangest thing to me, was the number of people after the law was passed, who came up to me to tell me they never thought it could get done. It was just too much to fight City Hall. It was nice to hear their congratulations, but also really weird. It had honestly never occurred to me that with enough work, it wouldn't get done. We advanced a fair cause, with a reasonable compromise so everyone could feel safe and happy in the park and we had the numbers and facts to prove it.  Listening to the First Year students ask important, well thought out, and sometimes very pointed, questions of the eminent guests at the Symposium yesterday made me realize that it was Sarah Lawrence that gave me the unshakeable confidence to question the status quo and to advocate for what I knew was right and just.

Last fall with the kids off at college, I had the time to volunteer to make calls for Hillary Clinton. I called and wrote letters to voters in Florida, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, and Virginia. I was devastated by the  outcome of the election. I wasn't sure how I could live in an America that would vote in a reality-TV star over a stateswoman (although I'm pretty sure the awkwardness of the word stateswoman, is a big fucking clue). I was heartbroken and I didn't know what I would do next.

Then I went to the Women's March, and after the March, I attended a meeting organized by some of the women who had met there, in a little suburban church in a nearby town. The meeting was supposed to be in the church's basement and they expected about 200 people. Over 700 of us showed up. The church graciously let us use their sanctuary, so we could all hear and I learned about Indivisible and the Indivisible Guide. (seriously, check them out, they are awesome and find or found a local group.)  We broke down into small groups to put the Indivisible model into action and when no one else volunteered to run our group, I raised my hand. The most damning thing I found out was although Democrats enjoy a 2:1 registration advantage in Westchester County, we almost invariably lose local elections, because only 25% of us turn out to vote in these off-off years. My new goal became to work to change that. And I believe we can, but it's going to take some work.

So now I head up our local Indivisible 6&7 (Westchester County Board of Legislative Districts) facebook pages and send out a weekly newsletter. We've got 100 activists who show up for debates and Town Halls, make calls, knock on doors, write emails, advocate in person and to the papers and most of all are committed to VOTE! I also volunteer at George Latimer (running for County Executive)'s local headquarters and will be at our Farmer's Market tomorrow handing out cards for George, Catherine Parker (our BOL 7 representative) and our Moving Rye Forward (Dem Mayoral and City Council candidates) Team. I am able to speak in public about the things that matter to me, because Sarah Lawrence taught me that as long as I had the facts, I could back up any opinion. And for that I am ever thankful.

Our local elections are one month away.  November 7th.  And we are going to rock it.

(If you are not yet registered in NY, you still have time  If you need an absentee ballot, you still have time If you do not bother to vote, I will yell at you, and you will never again be allowed to express a political opinion in my presence. If you don't vote, you don't get to complain.)

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Nancy Pelosi, Hillary Clinton and me (or my decidedly potty-mouthed opinion anyway)

I've been hearing quite a bit from all over the spectrum, but mostly from liberal, feminist, reliable types, both male and female, that we need to oust Nancy Pelosi from leadership, because the guy she whooped ass on in the last leadership election says so.  Or it's because another guy couldn't steal a seat in GEORGIA, that has been reliably red for the last 40 years.  Or because she's old.  Or because the GOP hates her and that's why they vote for their candidates in elections.  Or lots of variations on these themes.  I'm not saying that everyone who is falling for these lines of reasoning are doing so because of ingrained misogyny in our culture, but I am saying the logical inconstancies in the arguments point to some sips of some pretty strong Kool-Aid. (It also points to the political illiteracy of not understanding how Majority and Minority Leaders are voted upon, which unless you are in Congress does not include you having a say in.)

Here are my answers in broad categories:

A. She is a failed leader.  (this one falls under, oh a Jewish guy couldn't win a red seat in GA, quelle surprise)
My answer - under her Majority leadership, while she was able to introduce and shepherd through legislation we passed the ACA, Lily Ledbetter and Marriage Equality.  Three huge pieces of legislation that fundamentally changed the lives of every American for the better. There are lots more but those are my top three.  If that is is failure, please sir, can I have some more.  Anyone want to stake their firm claim that Georgia Republicans, trying to hold a seat they've held for decades, in a race seen as a referendum on the November elections, would have just stayed home in this race if only someone else was House Minority Leader? Under her Minority leadership we've lost four safe red House seats in special elections. BFD.

B. She is just too old and we need new blood in the leadership.
My answer - if you are not also calling for the ouster of Chuck Schumer, STFU. Leadership is given to the old guard in virtually every organized structure on our planet, specifically because they have the experience to get things done.

C. She has been so successfully demonized by the right that she is a liability because she makes their base vote.
My answer - (after are you fucking kidding me? we should reward them for their marketing by getting rid of the people they hate?) Did you also call for the ouster of Obama before the 2012 election?  Because they were pretty successful at demonizing him.  I think they literally depicted him as a DEMON!  And yes, their base does vote, no matter what, even if they put forth Donald J. Fucking Trump for a candidate, their base shows up and votes.  It is on us to make ours vote. (Not just Pelosi, all of us.)

D.  In two separate on-line conversations, on two different threads, with two different solid, reliable, (I'll even say well-meaning) leftie men, I was told that the elections were proof that the American people just aren't ready for women in these kind of roles, and so really the only thing we can do to win is stop putting women into them until the RIGHT (emphasis mine) can no longer keep women out of such roles.
My answer - fuck the fuck off.

(and the Clinton version of all of this is the reactions to the story that Obama could have screamed louder and more forcefully exposed Russian interference into our elections, and the collective shrug that "nobody is perfect."  With which I agree. But which is also more than a little galling after story after story about Clinton's "imperfect campaign and "imperfect political style."  The hand-wringing over how she was "flawed." Of course she fucking was.  As was every one else who ever ran for anything, ever.)

These women, Pelosi and Clinton) were born into a time where the only way for a woman to have access to power was by marrying it. So they did that, and more, gaining power on their own and being vilified for it, they pushed through ceiling after ceiling for us.  They are our Moseses, able to see the Promised Land but not allowed to touch it.  And our answer is "what have you done for me lately?"  Not mine.  No fucking way.  I will hold them up on the highest chair and say thank you while I throw roses at their feet.  Nancy Pelosi will leave as Minority Leader when she fucking feels like it, or when she loses an election of her own - which she fucking hasn't yet.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Anita Pallenberg is Dead

I have been trying to write this one all day.  It just still doesn't seem real. Last night, a dear friend from childhood sent me a Facebook message.  "Just heard Anita Pallenberg has died.  Are you OK?"

She was checking if I was OK, because not only was the late Ms. Pallenberg the Rolling Stones' muse, she was mine too.  And more.  In prep school, as a shy, geeky girl with giant front teeth, I found a girl who looked like me, but had power.  And as an adopted kid, she became my fantasy bio-mom.  She was my dead rock star guardian angel's one true love.  Surely we had to be related.  And surely I'd be recognized as something special someday, and rescued from my humdrum life.  In my novel I refer to her as Circe.  And that is something I fiercely longed to be.  She walked into a room and people noticed.  I wanted to know what that was like. She had power.  I wanted to know what that was like.  She was an actress and a model and a muse.  I wanted to know what that was like.  She was someone who walked through the world as if her desires were paramount. I could not even imagine what that would be like. She could be cruel, or kind, depending on her whim.  No one else seemed to matter.  Just whatever she wanted.  At 15, she was everything I aspired to be.

We have lost so many famous people over the last couple years, and of course demographically that will continue, but this one hurts me like no other.  I know for  other people the loss of other stars cuts deeper, but this one truly pains me.

This is her

this is me at 15 attempting to look like her

At one point during one of those celebrity doppelgänger games, I put up her picture as my Facebook profile picture, and even all those years after prep school later, I have to admit it made me happy people didn't know it wasn't a picture of me. I no longer wanted anything resembling a rock and roll life, but it was nice to hear people thought I looked like I could have one if I did want it.

RIP dear lady and thank you for getting me through the worst throes of adolescence.

this tribute by Keith is beautiful

and this by Marianne Faithfull

and these pictures

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Random things I have actually heard people say around here this week......

I need to start by saying I love my town.  It's a great place to live and raise a family and have dogs.  It's super safe and everyone is (nearly always) kind and nice to one another.  But it is a wealthy NYC suburb, full of people used to having everything their way and sometimes a teeny bit of entitlement bubbles up....just a scoosh...a little bit. Sometimes you can't help but notice. This week was one of those weeks when it got to be so noticeable I had to write it down. Mostly people admitting to violations and being appalled they were getting ticketed for them, and some just general nonsense.

"It was so unfair.  Ok, technically I was in the middle of the intersection, but I was stopped, and yes I was reaching for my phone, but only to turn it on to speaker, so that should count that I was trying to switch it, but I got a ticket for using my phone anyway. I had to miss tennis to go fight it."

"They are just looking for reasons to hand out tickets.  I live here. I better not get one. I know it says no parking, but I live here. I only have ten minutes here before Pilates. I have to park here now."

"I got an off leash, no registration, wrong area of the park, wrong time of day ticket.  It was super expensive! (said as if it was the officers fault for noting all her violations) And I missed tennis fighting it too!"

"You can have fun later! Right now you need to listen to me for two more minutes! Stop talking!"

"You can't go to your friend's benefit with raggedy nails. It's just rude." (OK, I might have heard that one coming out of my own mouth. No one is immune.)