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It’s Christmas Again
Christine was talking about china shopping recently. It made me wonder what my own house is lacking. I came up with this list: A limitless supply of glowing jewelry. I want glow bracelets to be something I can idly slap on while reading Jane Austen of an evening, not something I have to save for … Continue reading
3.0
I’ve been considering ways to celebrate my upcoming thirtieth birthday. Some ideas: Vegas Pros: food, friends, fun, Circ, spa, strippers. Cons: expensive, far away, and we just went in February. Wine tasting, and then a night somewhere fancy with Gene Pros: wine, friends, limo. Cons: I won’t spend resort prices to stay someplace that’s not … Continue reading
Up Date
Assuming I can’t convince him to elope, Gene and I are now planning to get married in early June. Mark your calendars and don’t mention weddings to me for the next six months.
At Dr. V’s birthday dinner at Shabu House
Girl with enormous eyes, as I put on my motorcycle suit: Do you motocross? Me: Nah, I just passenge on his bike. [Indicating Gene.] Girl: Oh. Well…can I take a picture with you? Me: …Sure? [We pose and her friend snaps the shot.] Do you want to just wear the gear? Girl, breathless: Oh, could … Continue reading
Duck Love a Lord
Two of my favorite people got married this week and I was lucky enough to see it. I don’t think either of them much enjoys the spotlight or the camera lens but they got through several hours of cameras pointed at them and people staring at them and emotional toasts in their honor with phenomenal … Continue reading
Kate’s Husband’s Collection
I feel a little deviant when I admit that I don’t have much use for music. I listen to it when I’m doing something that requires the use of my hands and eyes but not my brain (washing dishes, choosing produce), but I don’t deeply care about it, or miss it when I go without. … Continue reading
Shame
In an effort to shame Adam (or possibly Christine) into putting up the rest of the houseboat photos, I have uploaded the rock band photos from last night. Less than 24 hours between taking the photos and sharing the photos. That’s how it’s done, people. That’s how it’s done. But I do love this one. … Continue reading
Reactions
Me: “So…uh…Gene asked me to marry him.” Dad: “And what did you say?” Me: “Heh. Yes.” Mom: “This is great! When can I Facebook it?” Always a lady, the modern bride is demure, sweet and feminine.
Finer Things: Arabian Nights
We read Arabian Nights for the penultimate Finer Things; it was a not-so-subtle joke as one of our members prepares to move to Morocco. Well, you won’t get far with my leash around your neck, Duckface. I don’t know what I’m going to do when FT collapses. I may have to join a real book … Continue reading
Women at Bus Stops
One tugs and tugs at her tunic-length top to cover a perfect behind. One wears a scowl, hunched shoulders and a cheerful turquoise bandana. One wears a new outfit and sits up straight, talking to an older man who seems to be holding his breath when he looks at her. One turns her back to … Continue reading