Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Mr & Mrs Closs

My posse gathered themselves up and headed out to enjoy a central valley New Year's Eve at THUNDER VALLEY (to be said with gusto) Casino and I would have loved to slum it with them but I had very important plans for my NYE: I was going to Sacramento to watch my friend Alyssa marry the love of her life, the handsome and talented Mr. John Closs.

(Note: That's not really Alyssa's husband's name but I AM INCAPABLE of calling him "John." I am compelllllled to call him by his first and last name because they just GO together but I didn't want to out him on the www so I made up something that rhymed...so John Closs it is!)

Alyssa and I went to junior high and high school together (GO HAWKS! GO LIONS!). She was a year younger than me but we shared the glory of PE class together and were therefore bonded for life. "For life" with the exception of "all those years between high school and 2007-ish when we didn't keep in touch" but then a mutual friend was all "Hey! Alyssa just moved to San Francisco and YOU just moved to San Francisco! You should call her!"

And so I did. And then we brunched. And then we discussed that I found an official, documented list of my friends that I'd officially documented in my diary (circa 1990)and that she had made the list. And if it's OFFICIALLY DOCUMENTED, then we must adhere to the documentation.

And so it was...

And then we bonded over a mutual feeling of "Okay no, seriously, there is not a single, datable man in this city. They're all freaks or they don't appreciate us or they're afraid of us. FOR REALS."

And then she went on a blind date with John Closs.

And then I met him.

And then I went "PUT A FORK IN HER, SHE'S DONE!"

And then a couple years later, I was at their wedding.

In lovely downtown Sacramento:



I was all dolled up special in a size dress I've NEVER SEEN before:



Except OOPS! It turned out the bridesmaids were ALSO wearing black dresses and red shoes. Yikes. But oh well.

They all walked down the aisle to a kicky little song that I need to ask the name of because it was awesome and SO Alyssa. The overhead lights in the historic bank building were low but her smile and her dress twinkled in the light of the alter and I'm telling you -- every bride looks beautiful, but THIS bride looked FANTASTIC and HAPPY and EXCITED and full of SASS and I'll betcha a dollar John Closs was watching her and thinking that was the luckiest man on the planet.

I mean seriously, look at how well this woman carries a shopping bag:



Her walk down the aisle was the first of four moments that stuck out for me.

The second was during the vows. Or the talking-about-what-they-mean-to-each-other part. She told John Closs that when she met him she felt like it was just so easy...that she didn't feel the need spend time trying to figure out how to make herself seem more interesting. I got choked up because I remember talking in the pre-John-Closs days about this very thing and that we both KNEW that we were catches, yet we'd both bend over backwards for men who didn't deserve us.

The third was during the toast portion of the evening when one of her uncles (I think?) talked about how he used to worry about her because she was just SO SPECIAL that he couldn't imagine a man ever being special enough for her but when he met John Closs, he knew she'd found someone worthy. I know that's a lovely thing to say at someone's wedding but really, I think it's true.

The fourth thing and the part that got me all choked up was when she thanked her parents. She said that watching her parents taught her how she should expect to be treated by a man.

I needed a tissue.

Slightly less touching, but still plenty of fun and actually kinda prophetic:

Pretending to fight my friend Christopher for the bouquet.



We made up though.



Eventually the party wound down and we went to the after party at a nearby hotel. There were...I dunno...15 people there? I only knew a few of them though and after security came by and told us to be quiet three times I suggested that we all go around the room and whisper who we were and how we knew Alyssa and John Closs.

And actually, I'd like to ammend my previous statement that there were four stand-out moments for me because that whisper circle was pretty great too. I think whispering makes people say lovlier things (or at least makes what they say sound lovlier) -- except for me because I went first and was all "I've known Alyssa since junior high and we had PE class together and we used to play Ultimate Frisbee."

There aint much about Ultimate Frisbee that I'd say qualifies as "lovely."

Also, I think I may have inadvertantly gotten engaged to John Closs's little brother during that whisper circle. (Confidential to 007: Oops! Sorry about that!)

It was getting late and I had beauty rest to get so I could be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for my brother's wedding the next day (or, like, 14 hours later) so I took myself back to my hotel, but not before posing with the emergency rehydration supplies in the bathroom:



And then my tasteful, ruffly dress and I walked through the mayhem in my hotel's lobby (they'd had a mega NYE party there that night) and rode up to the 19th floor with an assortment of gentlemen with grills and their (cough) not-at-all-trashily-dressed ladies and listened to the fights and relationship dramas in the hallway all night long, until it was time to pack up, head home, and prepare for my brother's wedding.

And because I'm realizing I've made it through this whole post without a picture of the groom, here you go -- the happy couple:

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Duan

My friend Joe is new-ish in town and likes to save his pennies so instead of living in a regular apartment in a regular neighborhood with regular neighboors, he lives in a HIGHLY questionable "hotel" in the higgidy hood with druggies and crazy people. I've heard all kinds of stories about the goings on in his building and they're all pretty alarming and/or make me sad and wish Joe would move somewhere else, IMMEDIATELY.

This particular neighbor took a shine to Joe because Joe gave him toilet paper and tuna fish. Or did he try to SELL Joe toilet paper and tuna fish? I don't remember...both are possible. So this neighbor was involved in an altercation a while back and as it turns out, is currently resting his head at San Quentin Prison.

How do we know this?

Because Joe got the following letter in the mail:



Hello Joe,

Say brother, how are you doing, fine I hope and pray. As you are awere, I am in prison :( for having that fucking knif. I will be getting out of here in April of 2010. Anyway I got a lot of love for you and I need some help feel me. Please write me back soon, Joe if you are able please send me some stationary some books of stamps, and a clear writting pens and could you, please send your boy something so I can buy some cosmatics.

Write me back soon!

Love,

Duan


I half love Duan and his effort and I want to send him lots of stationary and stamps and pens, but then I remember that nice, sweet, down-on-their-luck gentlemen DON'T end up at SAN QUENTIN! As far as I know, that's a place for murderers and rapists!

Other Observations:

1. Joe's last name is not Nurse, but that is his profession. I'm not sure what the "L" is for though, especially since Duan *does* seem to know that Joe's name is Joe and not Joel.

2. I want to pinch Duan and his sweet penmanship.

3. I was super confused about the cosmetics thing -- do they REALLY sell make up in the MEN'S PRISON? We've since confirmed that "cosmetics" is prison talk for "toiletries."

4. It bothers me that Duan wrote on the back side of the paper. This makes me wonder if perhaps he is left handed.

5. Whether or not Joe sends him some loot, JOE NEEDS TO MOVE HIS ASS BEFORE APRIL, 2010!

In other news, I'm currently watching The Wire. If Duan is the real life version of, say, Bubbles, then I defintely want to send him stuff. If, however, Duan is the real life version of the guys who killed Omar's boyfriend, then nevermind.

Christmas

So Christmas was 100 years ago already, I know, but I can't NOT report out on these very important things:

1. Santa brought me a life-size Mike Rowe cutout for Christmas:



I'm pretty sure that when Mike Rowe found out that these were going to be sold, he had restraining orders taken out against everyone who bought one, but REALLY MIKE ROWE, I PROMISE, MY LOVE IS PURE, I SWEAR!

Mike Rowe came to Christmas dinner and had to wear a hat, just like everyone else:



And now Mike Rowe lives in my bedroom (WHERE HE BELONGS!) and most likely scared the shit out of the cleaning ladies the other day:



2. I baked things for Christmas that were prettier than they tasted:



Cherry Tassies from Better Homes & Gardens Magazine



Chocolate-Hazelnut Thumbprints from Cooking Light

Except for these, which KICKED ASS:



Smoked Cheddar Stuffed Mushrooms from Cooking Light but I nixed most of the filler, doubled the amount of cheese and used garlic jack instead of smoked cheddar, so they're not very true to the recipe.

3. There was a disturbing trend in outdoor holiday decor this year.

The trend?

TACKY AS ALL HELL.

Most houses looked like they just piled as much mis-matching, tacky, blow up and/or animatronic CRAP onto their lawns as they could find, plugged it all in and called it a day. There was almost NO eye for coordination or taste and it made my eyes bleed on a nightly basis.

The two exceptions in my 'hood include this lovely modern-ish display against the existing tropical landscape:



And this orderly and ultra-traditional house:



Everyone else was a mess, including my own house, where all the flashing lights made it appear like we were running a whore house.

And yes, I said "whore house" in my post about Chrismas.



Watching Baby: Our Favorite Hobby

Take two...

Monday, January 4, 2010

2009 in Review

There are 75 things I want to blog about but first I'd like to do the 2009 wrap-up and officially declare my 2010 resolutions. ARE YOU READY?

2009

This year wasn't as bad for me as it seems to have been for a lot of people. Of course, spending the bulk of 2008 unemployed and sucking my savings account DRY meant that pretty much anything could happen in 2009 and it would still top 2008. So the bar was set pretty low and I spent a lot of time appreciating my paycheck more than my job, but all in all, the following exciting things happened:

1. I achieved 75% of my 2009 resolutions:

a. I lost 30 pounds.

This is really just a drop in the bucket but these 30 pounds are huge for me because I haven't been this "skinny" in YEARS, I went from morbid obesity to just regular obesity (YAY, OBESITY!), I magically look good in most pictures, and the best part -- all of a sudden the formerly unattainable weight loss goals are now attainable.

Driver's license weight?

ALL OF A SUDDEN WITHIN RANGE!

Buying non-plus size clothes?

ALL OF A SUDDEN WITHIN RANGE!

I ordered the largest size pants that Banana Republic offers JUST TO SEE and HOLY HELL I COULD BUTTON THEM. They didn't look good so I sent them back, but JIMMINY-WHAT?

b. I moved back to the 408.

I do miss my perfect-for-me little apartment and I do miss the beauty of San Francisco, but I do not miss the commute and I do not miss being AT LEAST an hour away from my family. Moving back was the right choice and while this transitional period isn't THE MOST AWESOME EVER (like, I can't wait to have my own dishwasher again so I can stop being involved in conversations about what does and does not go into it), it's also really not bad at all and I am very, very, very thankful that I'm as lucky as I am.

I do not expect to ever move back to San Francisco but I am so glad I had that experience. I would LOVE for my current renter to stay put for a couple of years and then I'd like to sell the apartment and buy a tiny little house somewhere in the greater San Jose area. This is tacky to tell you, but I WILL NOT MISS my $591.00 monthly HOA fees.

c. I made an effort to look friendlier.

My just-sitting-there face isn't attractive and my mouth is naturally down turned and I figured out that if I keep a foolish-feeling little smile on my face all the time, it really just looks like a neutral expression.

d. I did NOT read 15 books.

I read nine though!

2. I became an aunt!

Seriously you guys, I ADORE that baby. He is so wonderful and perfect and kissable and it melts my cold, cold heart when he tries to eat my face or falls asleep on me, all spread out like one of those sticky monkeys that you get out of 25-cent vending machines. He's pretty fantastic.

Bonus points for seeing my brothers interact with him. Triple bonus points for when Ben does his Grandma-from-Sixteen-Candles impression and tells him that "Frrred, he's gotten his boobies!"

3. I went to Barack Obama's Inauguration.

I had a greatgreatgreatgreatgreat time with friends AND got to see the first black man become President of the USA? It was cold and crowded and miserable, but also completely awesome.

4. I started working on completing the list of 100 Things to Try in San Francisco Before You Die.

This one is worthy of being included in this list?

YES.

That list has taken me to a number of places in San Francisco I never would have known about otherwise. It's more than the places themselves though, it's also about more fully experiencing San Francisco, which is the true value.

42 down, 58 to go!

5. I started running.

I achieved my goal of being able to run a mile back in 2008, but it was in 2009 that I really stepped it up and figured out that I could run longer distances. I'm never gonna be a marathon runner, but I am SO PROUD of myself that I'm able to run across the Golden Gate Bridge and back, for a total of 3.4 miles.

I also ran two 5k races and my goal over the next couple of years is to get to where I can run the Mercury News 10k, which always seemed COMPLETELY unattainable.

6. I went to my 15 year high school reunion.

AND had a way better time than I thought I ever ever ever would.

7. I fell in love.

What?

I did. I hate to drop this nugget and run and it's not a secret in my real life and I'd REALLY REALLY like to tell you all about it, but I'm going to keep my cards close to my chest for a while longer. I couldn't NOT include this in the list of awesome things about 2009 though.

2010

My 2010 resolutions:

1. Pay off that credit card.
2. Achieve my driver's license weight.
3. Read 12 books.

I am feeling the most confident about numbers 2 & 3, but I'd be THRILLED to achieve #1.

2010, my fingers are crossed for you!

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Two Horrifying Admissions:

1. I am still wearing the same bra that has been on my body since yesterday afternoon. This means that I A) slept in it and B) haven't showered yet today. This ALSO means that since my sweet, wonderful nephew threw up down the inside my of shirt in the wee hours of the morning, said bra has the patina of someone-else's-regurgitated-breast-milk.

AND YET, I'm still wearing it. In fact, I've put an outside-the-house shirt on over it so that I can go get some sushi take out, which will be awesome considering the water retention I'm currently working on will only be made even MORE retaining'er by the soy sauce.

Hot, right?

My brother got married last night and we took the baby home with us so his parents could enjoy a baby-free wedding night (GROSS) and that's all fine and good except that he doesn't STAY asleep unless he's ON you. If you had a spycam on my bedroom you would have found me propped up and half dozing with a sweaty and possibly-getting-sick baby sprawled out on my chest all night long. Sounds sweet, right? Yes, it was, except that it was a long night of twilight'y sleep where I was hoping he didn't roll off of me or wake up and when I was finally relieved of baby duty all I could think was that OH MY GOD HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS???

So there was that, plus my brother's wedding, which was on the heels of my friend Aly's NYE wedding the night before. I had the good fortune of staying at the Sacramento Sheraton where, SURPRISE, they were having one of those multi-room, multi-DJ, multi-trainwreck NYE parties, which meant that the central valley's classiest party-goers were having fights and various relationship dramas in the hallway until like 4AM.

So anyway, I'm crazy exhausted, which is why the crusty bra is still on my body.

2. I am VERY EXCITED to go back to work on Monday. I only do well on vacations if I have structure and things to keep me busy and this holiday shutdown has been a glutton bowl and I housesat for my other brother for four nights which didn't help with the structure thing and I'm left feeling sluggish and fat and greasy and disappointed in myself. I CAN NOT WAIT to get back to 6AM wake ups and Lean Cuisine lunches.

This second one is horrifying because A) I'm excited to get back to work? WHAT? and B) I had been looking forward to spending the time doing good things for myself and now all of a sudden my 10 days of vacation are over and I didn't do a damn thing I wanted to do. As penance, I'll be signing up for a one week boot camp session even though, right this very minute, that sounds wildly undesirable.

The good news is that I am reasonable enough to know that I have not had a decent night's sleep since before Christmas so all my crazy out-of-control emotions (and associated sushi and peanut butter M&M eating) can be attributed to that.

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