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Thursday, March 29, 2007

Because I feel like I don’t give my readers enough to read about myself…

So, Bruce and I enjoy us some Koreeeeeeeeeeeeeeean BarBEEEE Q. The cooking of the meat on a grill in front of you is just so much fun. Plus we like us some meat. This is really a great combination. That is going to go down this Saturday, because again, Bruce is off the meat on Fridays. Sunday is a happy day because we are going to Sushi Ran (see last weekend). We are doing it right and going back to Sausalito for the afternoon. And that way we can pretend that we are doing some touristy things, but really, it’s all about feeding me.

It’s Only A Day Away

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Tomorrow, I have not one but TWO interviews. Oh yay. No, wait that sounded sarcastic. I meant: “OH YAY!!!!” One is perfect, the other is okay, I’m just happy that I will be talking to paid professionals who will try to get me a job. Oh yes, soon enough I will be looking back at this time in my life with fondness and remembering all the time I had to lie on the floor throughout my day.
One day I will wish I could still be hanging out in my pajamas at noon. But then I will have money again and that will be much better. YAY!

Big City, Bright Lights

Monday, March 26, 2007

As Bruce was busy working his little fingers to the bone across the Pacific in an unidentified Asian country of your choosing, I was in charge of the homestead. The homestead really takes care of itself because we live in a managed apartment complex, so I decided to better use my time to plan some time away for Bruce and myself.

Friday morning I picked him up at the airport and made tracks for north of the city. I found a b&b that had a good view, free wireless Internet and sizable room in Sausalito and began making dinner reservations willy-nilly. So far, this weekend has to be one of the best times we’ve had ever. We hung out in Sausalito for the morning and then took a ferry (I love me a good ferry ride) to the city. We arrived at Pier 39 and did all the things we’ve done before but this time it was better. We watched those 4-D movies where you sit in a big chair and have a “roller coast type experience” with wind machines and smokes machines. In between swears and unfettered and raucous laughter we were able to experience life as a log at a logging mill, space flight and capturing the last T-Rex on a dinosaur island. We wandered into an arcade and made quick work of $10 of tokens. I introduced Bruce to the wonder that is Ski Ball and in the end we walked away with some plastic trinkets and some gangsta’ tattoos that in a pinch, can be applied with saliva. We hoofed it down the street to catch the ferry back to Sausalito (as an aside, if there are people behind you in a line waiting to buy tickets for a ferry that leaves in four minutes, maybe you could not buy tickets for a trip you want to take tomorrow, and maybe you could avoid talking to the guy in the booth in your slow mid-western manner and move your ass out of the way of the two people behind you trying to get on the ferry leaving in FOUR MINUTES).

Bruce and I had reservations at a place that made us appreciate sushi in all its fishy glory. Ewww, that sounds wrong. Sushi Ran was a great lucky choice because Bruce is of the persuasion that can only eat fish on Fridays so our options were limited. I managed one of the last reservations of the night and when we told the desk staff at the b&b where our dinner plans were they were suitably impressed. Bruce and I are something of sushi whores. A staple to our diet and the type of food we are most likely to get when we are tired (Bruce) and lazy (me), Bruce and I have ordering sushi down to a science. Easily over ordered sushi is a hard food to judge, but we know a tuna roll, a salmon roll and two “pretty rolls” and we are good. The thing about sushi is that 99.99% is really all the same. Sure some are better than others but mostly a roll is a roll is a roll. Sushi Ran changed all that. The sushi is certainly not what I would call typical and it wasn’t cheap (I think the California roll was $16.50) but the fish was so perfect and the combinations of flavors was impeccable. I have never had a better sushi experience in my life and am currently sitting here trying to weasel my way back to Sausalito this upcoming weekend.

Except, well, I seem to be cursed by Northern California. I get hurt. You may recall that the last time I was in Northern California I took a spill down a mountain and tore up my knee (blood is a weird fashion statement). This time I had the worst toe thing. I know, I am so excellent with the descriptors. I was a cripple and there was a certain amount of doubt my one member of our party (I’m looking at you Bruce) as to my ability to rally for day two of my excellent weekend plan: Stinson Beach and Muir Woods. I was sure that my toe would be better and I would be up to the challenge.

Well of course I was right (as it should be) and the next day was fun and active and all those things. The beach stood out as the time Bruce and I were stalked by Sea Gulls. From afar they watched us eat. We laughed about the stalking and went about our lunch. We packed everything up and covered all our food so we could walk down the beach, no sooner were we four feet away when our pile o’ stuff was covered by nosey Sea Gulls. Bruce ran them off and we decided to move everything to the car.

Muir Woods was nice, but really, it’s trees.

Bruce and I headed back to our little patch of land (the aforementioned managed apartment complex) and the whole way home Bruce waxed poetic about the arcade on the Pier. Reading the writing on the wall I figured it was dinner at Dave and Busters for us. Unfortunately Bruce and I are not about “the scene” and Dave and Busters is all about “the scene.” Ever the inventive couple, we came up with a back up plan: Chuck E. Cheese’s. Yes, that’s right, my boyfriend and I went to the bastion of children’s birthdays so that we could play the games.

And we’re not ashamed. Mostly because when playing a game I hit the jackpot and with about 6 tokens I managed to get 200 tickets spit out at me. It was a spectacle and I was all about shouting: “Oh my god! I won!” It was better than Vegas. Sure in the end I will walk away with some annoying plastic toy that makes noise, but for a few minutes I was ten years old and I was having the best day of my life. We were thrown out at closing time with about 30 tokens left. We made the executive decision to save the tokens and our accrued tickets for the next time we want to go to Chuck’s. Oh, like you didn’t see that coming.

Chuck’s closed the kitchen before we were able to eat, and as we both had a hankering for a slice of pie (what else would you eat at Chuck’s?) Bruce and I made our way to a pizza joint that is next door to a dive bar, JJ’s, that plays loud blues music and after a slice and a lemon ade (they’ll leave space for you to take it next door for a shot to be added) we made our way into JJ’s for a few songs.

All in all, Bruce and I had a kick ass weekend.

(Pictures will be flickr’ed at a later date)

Because he loves me

Sunday, March 18, 2007

I woke up this morning with a swollen eye. The eye itself was fine. Judging from the tenderness on my upper cheek, right under my eye, I suspected that I had been bitten by a bug and the swelling would go down in due time. I was right as I often am, about, well everything. But before that I had to bring Bruce to the airport for another business trip. That made me sad. But then I could see again so that made me glad. All in all, the day balanced out and I broke even.

Also, quote of the day comes from Bruce: “Yeah, keep the sunglasses on, it looks like I walloped you one.”

Back By Popular Demand

Friday, March 16, 2007

So Amy wants me to post, mostly because she has an issue with the voices in her head, but also, and this is just a guess, because she’s bored and afraid she’s killed another blog. Fear not Amy, I am just lazy, not dead.

I had some things to say, like:

Bruce and I were at a national sandwich shop chain where I expected to see Jared and things were totally normal. I ordered my sub and wandered down to pick up drinks. Bruce, being the next person in line started his order and then wandered down to the veggie section where he was thinking about the toppings he wanted. The woman who was making the sub looked up and asked the man who was standing behind Bruce what he would like on his sub. This guy apparently didn’t think: “Hey, I didn’t pick this bread or lunch meat why is she asking what else I want on this sub?” He just said, “lettuce, tomatoes, onions…” I hear this an look at Bruce who has yet to twig that something has gone terribly wrong. Bruce, being the smart bunny he is looked at me, looked at the sub girl, and looked at the guy who squatted his sub…and said nothing. I watch this whole thing from the cash register and start laughing. I love that the only explanation for what happened was: “They All Look Alike.” I love subtle racism in action. Sub girl meant no harm, she just can’t tell the difference between two Asian men, who were from different Asian countries. Awesome.

I’ve been having some disturbing dreams. Dreams that I haven’t told Bruce about because they are really disturbing. So that means I can’t tell you all, but just know, I am fucked up.

In my spare time, what with all the not working, I’ve been doing has been taken up with some light gardening. I have some Spring Onions coming up, two types of Lettuce, Sun Flowers, Tulips, Wild Flowers, Prim Roses, Lavender and Irises. They all live in containers because all I have access to is my concrete patio and they all need lots of water in the California sun. These bitches are so needy. Of course there isn’t a water faucet outside so I have to fill a watering can about 9 times to do the watering every day. There are also some birds (they sound like doves but they aren’t white). These birds have taken roost on the light fixture right outside my sliding doors. It’s like the plant watering Olympics here. I fill the can, carefully carry it across the entire apartment to the patio, put it down to open the door, pick it up go out the door, put it down to close the door, pick it up and get to one of the containers without spilling half the water on the patio.

Bruce has been very good about letting me have certain things for the apartment. We’ve done some serious damage at Ikea but I’ve respectfully requested that we endeavor to purchase furniture that we don’t have to assemble ourselves. To that end, I got a desk. It was on ebay. In New Jersey. The shipping cost almost the same as the desk. The desk, is made of real wood, (no particle board or veneer here) and was delivered two days ago. Bruce and I spent some time in the office just looking at the desk. The office is starting to pull together. Bruce is all about aluminum and glass (it’s shiny) and minimalism. I think that my desk is a nice addition considering that stylistically it has nothing to do with shiny or minimal. It’s got these cool faux alligator finishes on the drawer fronts and nickle draw pulls, there is some minor damage that is easily enough fixed with some wood glue and wax finish, and the wood shines up so nicely it makes me feel funny inside. I’m just happy that I didn’t have to put the shit together and yo, real wood is heavy.

The other thing I’ve been doing is painting. Not walls as this is a rental unit and we expect to not be here that long. All of the wall art are things I’ve painted or photos we’ve taken. Thus far, only the bathrooms are finished. The office is probably the next to be finished, we just had to pick up some wall anchors. I am working on the paintings for the bed room and living room right now. The living room is getting a pair of matched paintings/technology collages. I had an old computer that I took apart. I’m going to hot glue the internal pieces of the computer (all the stuff under the key board on your laptop) onto a pair of blue and magenta canvases. If it all works out it should be really cool.

Okay, that should be enough. I’m going to go watch some HGTV.

How many licks to the center of the Tootsie Pop?

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

The second glass is always easier than the first. For some reason I forgot to drink alcohol. Really that sounds ridiculous and I understand that.

Bruce is pulling some long ass hours for the next four months. I know that I am the one who suggested that he work these hours and I know that for him to make it in his industry he has no choice. I also know that it’s boring at night in the suburbs.

For the last few weeks I have found solace in reading the blogs of people who live in cities. New York, London, LA, Paris. I miss it so much. It’s like my soul is bleeding and I have no way to close the wound. I am so sincerely jealous of the city: Starbucks on every corner, Live music, Art shows, Museums, Homeless people, Public transportation, Parks, Cabs.

The combination of Bruce being away and my growing ennui with the suburbs resulted in a trip to the booze isle at Target. They really DO have everything. So like I said, the second glass is always easier than the first but it’s really the third and fourth that interest me. Because, you see, once the fourth glass has been poured, there is no reason to not finish off the bottle.

Hey Ma, What’s Up, Let’s Slide

Monday, March 05, 2007

My mother has taken to leaving messages for Bruce and I on the land line. She has managed to master the breezy, not trying too hard, but you can probably tell I am thinking very carefully about my words because you lived with me for 18 years, message.

“Hey Some Girl and Bruce. I was just calling to say hi and talk. It’s been a few weeks and I would LOVE to catch up. If you end up leaving a message make sure you tell me when it would be best for me to call so that I can find a time when you are home for me to talk to you because I miss talking to you. Well, just calling to say hi. Love Some Girl’s Mom’s given first name.”

Yeah. I know. My mom very specifically will say that she loves us both when she leaves a message that we both hear. I suppose it’s nice that she’s making the effort, considering she has yet to meet Bruce. Also, unbeknownst to my mom, Bruce’s family has taken a different approach. They are not exactly coming over for dinner or anything. In fact, they’re not coming over at all. I think this has something to do with the living in sin with the Jewish girl. Bruce thinks that they just wanted to give us space. Bruce is also sweetly simple (I love you and don’t mean simple as in mentally disabled).

In all of the conversations Bruce and I had about the meeting of our minds we never really thought about the meeting of the minds of everyone else. I mentioned that my family can be difficult, and in some regards they have lived up to their reputations but in other ways they are being very well behaved. Bruce assured me that he had been raised by a rather broad-mined set of parents who would see the wisdom of our ways.

Of course life is playing out differently than either of us expected. Because, seriously, my mom. She loves us.

Breakdown

Sunday, March 04, 2007

I’ve been reading the life of someone who doesn’t deserve what she took. She’s selfish and devious and all that is wrong with people. I wish I could read her blog and think something positive about her life and decisions and all I can do is think that one day someone is going to take away everything she didn’t deserve to have in the first place. Of course when that happens the world will be subjected to more of her unmitigated moaning. I actually loathe someone I’ve never met.

Of all the pieces of her life, as she shares it, that I find untenable, the one things that really gets under my skin is that she has a post that is a synopsis of a very popular book. When a commenter draws the correlation, the blogger says: “Yeah, they are similar aren’t they,” without realizing that she is a hack in the highest degree. Of course the way her life is going, she’ll be offered a book deal, go on Oprah and receive a Booker Prize.

But I have faith. There is a movement, on the Internet to bring the truth forth, can I get an Amen.

If you want to read the lowdown, drop me a line, I don’t want to have link here.

Virgin Territory

Thursday, March 01, 2007

I just had my first earthquake!