Tagged With: Kris & Gene
Late Night
Recently we met up with Jon and Rob at Lucky 13 and enjoyed several pints of their finest. Afterward, Gene’s throat smarting from his oncoming cold and both of us stumbling a bit, the choice between going home and not going home was made much clearer when we noticed the Jack in the Box across … Continue reading
We made a movie!
In case you don’t have the patience to slog through all twelve zillion pictures from our wedding day photobooth, Gene and I made a little movie out of them. (You can also see them in photostrip form here.) The song is “I Hate Camera” by The Bird and the Bee. Enjoy!
Honeymoon II: Bear trouble
Our first night camping was spent in Jedediah Smith campground, where a cat-burglar bear had apparently been wreaking havoc. We were warned in no uncertain terms never to leave any food or scented lotion or anything outside the bear box, not even in the trunk of the car. That’s the bear box off to the … Continue reading
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.
In four hours I’ll be married. I’m feeling something like this: Photo taken by the peerless Steven Tan. See y’all on the other side!
Golden Age
Kris: “The thing about the Arthurian legend is that it isn’t a triumphant story. It’s a tragedy. Arthur creates a golden age, but as the modern reader you already know it’s doomed to fail, because look where we’re living now.” Gene: “Not a golden age.” Kris: “Exactly.” Gene: “…We have Go-gurt.”
Warp
Gene and I have been together so long that he’s more or less warped me for life. Now when he offers to take me out for dinner, romantic restaurants like Paul K or the Beach Chalet don’t even occur to me. Mentally I go straight to the list of Best Bay Area Sandwiches and start … Continue reading
Two more weeks
I miss my man. I can’t settle down to anything; any books, I mean. This is what being thwarted in love does to me, even if I’m only being thwarted for a few weeks — my reading suffers. And I’m finding Gene all over the place. In Forster, for example: “It struck her that it … Continue reading
Whoadamn, my man can dress.
Apparently, there is now an alternative to inch-thick Carhartt pants in our house. Ladies and gents, I present my future husband: I had to buy fancy new shoes just to keep up: More and higher quality shots here.
Blog Bank
“I don’t think we can give blood today,” Gene said. “Why not?” I said. “There isn’t actually a Red Cross blood bank in San Francisco.” “What about Blood Centers of the Pacific?” He made kind of a face. “Is the Red Cross better?” I asked. “I don’t know if it’s better. I’ve just been giving … Continue reading
Undecorate, unplan.
My resolution not to blog about it lasted exactly this long. For the last several weeks I’ve been very confused. I have other friends planning their weddings right now, and I’ve seen it done before: nobody seems to go through all the doubt and stress and general scowling that I’m going through. I’ve been assuming … Continue reading