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Leaving Charlotte

Posted by parsingtime on December 16, 2009

Posting shall be light as we are packing, packing, packing.

We did enjoy one last meal with our favorite friends in Charlotte last night. They are the owners of this dog and they have another one that Husband and I love even more named Kujo.  We went out to Soul which is easily one of our favorite restaurants in Charlotte. If you came to visit we would go there.  It is a tapas place where you don’t leave hungry and your wallet has not been lightened in a painful ways. The food is great — the lamp lollipops are fantastic in case you ever go — and the water comes with a cucumber!

Anyway, great dinner with really great friends and the evening ended with crepes from the Crepe Cellar for dessert and coffee.  K&T we are going to miss you.


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How high is the sky?

Posted by parsingtime on September 3, 2009

I wear this shirt to go running in all the time.

Who is John Galt?

I’ve worn it for 12 years now (I was a nerdy high schooler, what can I say — fortunately I had co-conspirators) . In every city I’ve ever worn it in I’ve always had people comment on it. Some people think it’s cool and ask where I got it from and other people think I’m an objectivist ass wipe. Regardless, it always gets comments. Always.

I once wore it in a hotel gym in Toledo, Ohio and someone stopped, did a double take and came into the gym to ask where I had gotten the shirt. San Francisco, Austin, Dallas, Boston, Mumbai.  All these cities have people in them who comment on the shirt.  No one in Queen City has ever commented on my shirt.

And that my friends says so much about the city I currently live in.

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Posted by parsingtime on August 12, 2009

I’ve told you all about the plethora of vanity license plates  around here. This one was in the parking lot the other morning:


This guy drives a Saturn and is enough of a Star War’s lover to get that license plate.   I’m pretty sure the owner of that car is never getting laid.

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Posted by parsingtime on May 18, 2009

We went to a NASCAR race this weekend.  When in Rome and all that…if Rome was in Redneck Country.   Did you know that when you go to a NASCAR event you can take your own small cooler into the track? I did not know this. You can fit 15 beers into one small cooler. I did not know this either.  There are people capable of drinking 15 beers in a couple of hours. I also did not know this. Seriously, I’m not that thirsty even if they are serving my favorite drink (which right now is still fresh squeezed grapefruit juice).

We headed out in the morning and tailgated for several hours before heading out to the race. I was corrected several times for calling it a “game.” It is not a game people, it is a race and people take it seriously so you better take it seriously.

This is a photo of the only three Asians at the race. Out of 150,000 people.

Tailgating at NASCAR









We are wearing our NASCAR gear from Wal-Mart and yes the goal is to be as tacky as possible. Unfortunately, I forgot to wear my awesome Dale, Jr. Mountain Dew hat.  Dale, Jr is a god in the racing world in case you didn’t know.

Fun times were had by all.













No, really it was a lot of fun. Once the people sitting around us realized that we were racing novices  and not terrorists they were happy to explain all the drama and strategy.  And we got to see a crash, which was pretty awesome.

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Time for a Pedicure

Posted by parsingtime on February 10, 2009

I dog on Charlotte’s restaurant scene a lot…but there is one good reason to live in Charlotte verses Boston.

For the first time in two years, I’m wearing flip flops in February.  Also, for the first time in two years I haven’t spent winter suffering from S.A.D.

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Radio Silence

Posted by parsingtime on November 8, 2008

There is a dearth of good radio stations here in Charlotte.  The few I have found are not great but better than listening to country music or the station that talks about cars and football.  Today I got in my car to go to the gym and TWO of the five decent stations have started playing Christmas music. Christmas Music! 

It’s November 8th. Isn’t after Thanksgiving the acceptable time to start playing Christmas music?

Charlotte, you are one of the fastest growing cities in the US, or you were before the banking disaster, you need better restaurants, better radio stations, things to do other than dinner and a movie and a place where I get my eyebrows threaded.  I’m not asking for a lot.

I promised to give you six months before I passed judgment on you as kind of a crappy city, but you’ve got less than two months left so you better pull your finger out and get to work.

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I Need Gas

Posted by parsingtime on September 25, 2008

I know this is going sound very pompous and American of me…but really where the hell is all the gas? There is one Shell station still open and there are about 200 cars in line at the moment waiting to fill up. 

I have about a quarter tank left but I would waste it sitting and waiting at that Shell station for five hours waiting on my turn. And with my luck by the time I got to the front it would be all out.  

I use very little out of my fair share…I haven’t filled my car up since September 1st, surely that means I should be able to get to the front of the line?

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Posted by parsingtime on August 3, 2008

People here seem to love their vanity plates. I’ve seen more vanity plates here in Queen City than any other city I’ve lived in. Here are a few that I’ve seen and remember:

RNR CHK – Runner Chick. This was a normal car parked in front of a running store so it seemed acceptable
HMR CHK – She was driving a hummer that I bet she regrets buying given that she now pays $150 to fill it up
MOE DUB – Maybe it is some form of More Dubya Bush?
AUC TOR – ? No Idea
HUGITOUT – must be a soccer mom.
PARADIME – Paradigm or perhaps some form of forgive me in Spanish?
5X BLESD – Is this a reference to how many kids this person has? She may feel Blesd right now but she won’t when those rugrats have to go to college.
GMA LINDA – Good Morning America? Grandma Linda? I don’t know
EGO WON – on a pontiac. Why would the ego have won if you bought a pontiac? I don’t get it.
THE REDS – on a red mini cooper
RX PRIME – on a mini cooper. Perhaps they really love prescriptions and prime numbers. I just googled RX Prime and it is a registered trademark of Cigna. I wonder if they will sue.
NY FIRE – This guy had to move down here just to own a car to put that vanity plate on.
SHRI HARI – a Hari Krishna?
UCONNGRD – Someone is proud to be a Husky
SXY CHIK – Honey when I saw you, you were anything but.
WDNPLNR -if you are going to put this on your car then you should also have some sort of phone number or url to go with it.

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Posted by parsingtime on July 24, 2008

When Husband and I lived in Dallas we would go walk the Katy Trail several times a week. It was never really for exercise but more like time to be away from our cell phones, blackberrys, laptops, tv etc. and just catch up without distractions. I just reread that sentence and I know it sounds retarded, the need to catch up with someone you live with. Nevertheless, we enjoyed out little evening walks.  When we moved to Boston the five flights of stairs, miserably cold weather and having to walk to get anywhere rendered our walks unnecessary and un-enjoyable.

Since we have been back in the South we have reinstated the walks. Random aside, I’m walking most evenings and have joined a gym where I’m taking some crazy ass classes (kickboxing, power weights, pilates etc) and I’m starting to notice a difference in my body, finally.  Anyway, Husband and were out walking today and there was a woman out walking a Saint Bernard. A massive Saint Bernard. A massive Saint Bernard named Cujo.  Now why would you name your dog Cujo?  It is funny when you name your Pug Cujo but not your Saint Bernard or your Rottweiler.  Cujo was super excited to see us and decided his life would not be complete until he had committed assault and battery on two unsuspecting walkers.

He ESCAPED from his very complicated harness and basically ran in between Husband and I (Husband at this point was separated from me since big dogs are not his favorite thing) multiple times licking our shirts, legs and anything else he could get his long wet tongue on. The poor dog walker had to give him a sack full of treats to get his attention.

I have no real way to end this post. So I’ll just end with this conversation.

Scene: Two people lying on opposite ends of the couch with their legs stretched out to the other side.

Did you just smell my feet?


Why would you do that?

I was just curious. They smell fine.

Curious? Who is curious about how feet smell? You are so gross. And weird. You are so weird.


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