After I wrote my last entry, a preamble to what would be an entry about the amazing food that I discovered in San Francisco, I was diagnosed with a nasty skin infection.
The week prior to my vacation I was modeling for Wella Color Charm at the International Salon and Spa Expo. Four days straight I had my head in and out of a portable salon bowl whilst having the noxious fumes of hair dye enter my nasal passages. It was a blast! The first two days were “prep days”, wherein I was really going through the hair bowl scenario hardcore, and the next two days were spent marching throughout the convention center in sky high heels, demonstrating just how magnificent you can be with hair courtesy of Wella. Did I mention that for the majority of the time the sky-high heels were my own—comfy reliable and CLEAN? This is a preamble in and of itself, leading into how I acquired the nasty infection that led to the inevitable blog writing hiatus.
After walking industriously in my own heels throughout Sunday (First show day), I was told by a rather militant, albeit fabulous woman, that my heels just would not do. Can you imagine the look on my face? I was in mild pain, but my Steve Maddens were being good to me overall. The reason I was wearing my own shoes is because I was told that it was acceptable by another woman, and also due to the fact that they did not have any size 7’s.
Miss Fabulousity handed me a pair of size 8 heels, and demanded that I demonstrate my walk. If you’ve ever seen Devil Wears Prada, this woman equals Wintour 100%. She tartly said, “Well, you seem just fine!” flipped her strawberry blonde hair and flounced away, Armani scarf flowing frantically behind her. Not wanting to seem divalicious, I swallowed my pride and slipped on the shoes. Well, here it comes everyone, the shoes gave me not one, but two large welts! By the time I reached the stage, (felt like I was preparing for a role in which I had to play a nomadic gypsy) I was in tears and the backs of my ankles were RIPPED UP! Mutilated ankles aside, I still “rocked the runway”!
I won’t go into the rest, but I’ll just say self-medicating did not do the trick, and next time I have wounds that look like mean red gashes from a simple pair of heels, I will assume from the get go that I have an infection. During my time in San Francisco, I had kept up with my Neosporin application and bandages, but the redness unfortunately seemed to only grow throughout the week after my return. The Urgent Care doctor told me I either had a Streptococcus or Staphylococcus skin infection. Umm…yuck! Seems that Ms. Wintour’s preferred heels were carrying an icky bug. Next time I do any modeling job, I am schlepping some antibacterial spray for shoes. Any models or actresses reading—please take that advice!
So in the end it came down to my taking four 500 mg Keflex pills daily (antibiotic) for a duration of ten days, tomorrow will be my last. I also had to be on the lookout for MRSA—antibiotic resistant Staph—for the first several days. All in all, February really has been beyond nerve wracking. I will be so thrilled when the check for this job comes in.
Sadly there has been no time for cooking during this fiasco, but I did have the luxury of treating myself to some very delicious Vegan Shitake Curry from Green Leaves Vegetarian restaurant several times over. =D
So now that I’ve substantiated my huge break in writing, I can discuss how wonderful my dining experience was in San Francisco. Since living in Los Angeles, CA Lauren and I have not been able to pin down a really terrific Chinese Vegetarian restaurant. For the most part, Vegetarian restaurants out here that have an “Asian flare” are generally Thai in the Southland. While we adore Thai food, we also get a hankering for Chinese. Me + Won Ton Soup= Amour Toujours.
Our non-Vegetarian friends that went with us to San Francisco had a specific Chinese restaurant in mind, however the restaurant was not going to be Vegetarian, although they assured us that it would offer plenty of Vegetarian dishes. As we walked up to a restaurant with dangling chicken carcasses, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Luckily for us, (Maybe year of the Good Luck Dragon helped, lol), the place was packed and we moved on. Yelp led us to a little hole in the wall place, smack in the middle of China Town, called “Lucky Creation”. It was cute and had no animals swinging from the inside, which would have made me barf. As my eyes skimmed the menu, I realized the restaurant was Vegetarian and all the plates were less than $7.00! Can you imagine the joy that enveloped both Lauren and me!? Without giving our friends a chance to contest, we flew inside and grabbed a table in the very back. Behind our table was a beautiful Buddha statue with various offerings. I no longer needed to be skeptical about the establishment being 100% Veggie, knowing that the owners were Buddhist.
OMG. The food was spectacular! Everything was authentic, and I must say when we left we were depressed because we can’t find something akin to Lucky Creation here in LA. We ordered family style, and started out with the Won Ton Soup and Chinese tea. Lauren (she will be embarrassed that I am revealing this but I think it’s cute), at first was concerned about the floating tealeaves in the tea, but I explained that in Chinese culture, the tea is sipped with the leaves inside. Evidentially by doing so you can better absorb the nutrients and health benefits of the tea. The tea was so toasty and delectable. Next, we shared some chow mein with some mean mushroom sauce. Often I avoid chow mein because of the fat content, but this dish was exceptionally light. Moving on now to the bean curd. Words cannot describe how heavenly the bean curd was to my taste buds. Ughh…yum. We also ordered some imitation pork that was delightful in addition to an eggplant dish. So next time you are in San Francisco go to China Town and hit up “Lucky Creation”, everything in there is pretty darn lucky.
Enjoy my random pictures relating to the Wella Show and “Lucky Creation”.