dissonance

Alo-ho-ho-ha

Party's over, the dishes cleaned, the red cups tossed away.  From what I can remember, I had an awesome time.  Thanks to everyone who came, hope you had an awesome time as well.

Going with the Christmas-slash-Luau theme, Alana and I decorated the place out with leis and tinsel and tried to come up with some appropriate names for our drink concoctions:  Sandy Claus, Don-ho-ho-ho Punch, Hawaii Five Ho, Kamanawanaleia, Mumu Remover, and the Horizontal Hula.

We had a White Elephant activity, just like the Christmas Party and I think that was pretty much a success.  The masturbating monkey made an appearance once again (cleverly disguised in a box packaged for a clock) and not just one, but TWO condom packages.  We hang out with some very classy circles of friends.  Anyway, the great thing about hosting the thing is that people were so absentminded by the end of the night that a lot of people forgot to take their gifts with them.  This is why I am now the proud owner of Best of Will Ferrell Vol. 2, a universal remote control, and two huge boxes of candy.  This is in addition to the gift that I selected, a piercing variety set including a tongue bar, nipple/belly ring, and a prince albert ring.  The only reason I know it's for a prince albert is because the gift giver thoughtfully wrote that on the package.

I DO remember that at some point some neighbors "dropped by" (i.e. crashed) and brought the cutest rott puppy EVER.  I also remember meeting at least 3 other people who just followed the music to see what was up.  The hostess in me can't help but feel a little flattered that our party seemed interesting and welcoming enough for strangers to crash.

I got pictures in the newly created album. 

Even better than "I knit"

Dodgeball was a win last night!  We played against Pink again, and most of our efforts were at pegging Softball Girl which we succeeded in doing a couple of times.  It was a close match though and we had to play all 5 sets before we squeezed out a win.  We had a lot more supporters than usual and someone's daughter came along and she cheered for ... well, I'm not sure who she was cheering for.  She held up a sign that said, "Gym closed. Aug 15." (there was a couple of them hanging on the walls).  But the important thing is that she was cheering and it got everyone chanting "Gym closed! Gym closed!"...  I guess it's one of those "had to be there" things.

We are now 4-3 (which doesn't add up from what I reported earlier, I somehow forgot about a game we won).  Next week is a bye, and then we have our last game.  If we win our last game, we're in the playoffs!  That's such a fun word!  I haven't been in playoffs for anything ever since basketball in 7th grade.

Our last game is against Team Grey who has only won 1 game and it was also against Pink.  Our last game should be quite an event.

I'm really glad I joined the team. There were some game nights where I was just not feeling it, especially after a long day at work.  But I always end up having a good time. I've made a lot of new friends and created lasting memories.  Oh, and "I play dodgeball" is a GREAT conversation starter.

Connect the dots

Last night was good times. Pics to follow shortly.  I thought the weekend starts on Thursday, but apparently it now starts on Wednesday because that place was, as they say, poppin.

I have recently and suddenly been struck with the idea that Events happen in flurries.  I need to check the moon's alignment, but it seems that there is a lot of weird coincidences going on around me.  Things that make me pause and think "Hmmm... thaaat's kinda interesting..."

There seems to be a particular significance around the date of August 20.  I move on that date, but that's just the smallest of significances and I don't feel like publicly going into the other stuff.

Anyone else have something significant going on around August 20?  I feel a need to connect the dots in a mad, squinty-eyed, "A Beautiful Mind"-like manner.

Yipee kai-yay, mutha

I am in need of a video recorder and a likely good samaritan.  Your mission: Record tonight's episode of "So You Think You Can Dance".  It's the first time they'll be on stage and I have to go to a birthday shindig.

The ironic thing is that instead of watching semi-professional dancers rock their shit on stage, I will be at a bar line dancing.

We're going to In Cahoots, where in addition to Dodgeball Tourney Sundays (which I wouldn't have minded one bit), they have Line Dancing night on Wednesdays because it's a country music bar.

I have to take a moment and point out that I never ever imagined I would ever write a sentence containing "dodgeball", "line dancing", and "country music bar" in a sentence. (Especially in the same sentence with "we're going")

Dance lessons are at 6:30 but since we're going around 8 I'll miss the lesson and probably make a complete ass of myself.

Why oh why did I decide to wear my 3 inch wedge heels today?

Stroll down eMemory Lane

I missed my one year anniversary!

"I'm just so tired of forcing myself into activities and I'm really looking forward to realizing that I'm just living life again."

And to think it took me a year to get to this point.  I'm so glad I'm doing the blog thang. It's been both therapeutic and amusing.  I'm glad that my memories have found a home.  I'm happy to be able to spark ideas people can relate to.

It's no coincidence that since the start of this blog that I have been more active in pursuing fun... activities and do things I thought I'd never do. 

Rather, it's because of this blog that I've been motivated to live a fuller life.  That sounds stupid, even to me, but any excuse to get me off my ass and live a little can't be a bad thing.

Too much Jane Austen

Angelina came down to SD for the weekend.  The cool thing about her visiting is that she's lived here for so many years that it doesn't have to be some crazy action packed weekend when she visits.  Her number one request was to hang out at the pool (which  Alana and I happily obliged to).

Weirdest thing this weekend?  Hanging out with a married couple my age.  I'd almost forget that they were married and then I'd see their rings and think, "Woah... yeah married..." But then I'd immediately forget about it again.  I'm not sure what point I'm trying to make.  Maybe I thought getting married would be this person-altering-event with physical manifestations of their condition. But it's not.

Maybe that's the point.  Maybe it's not about being with someone that changes you or make you be a different person, but about finding someone who makes things just as they should be.  I think about marriages that ARE a big deal, and they're that way for bad reason ("Oh my GOD, I canNOT believe those two EVER got married to each other!!")

But I kind of hope I'm wrong. When I find Mr. Mi, I want it to be the biggest, fireworks inducing, stop talking mid-sentence, kind of event.  I want the dizzy, giddy, tizzy, giggly  feeling that life will never be the same again for me.  I want Mr. Darcy and Mr. Knightley all wrapped up into one to come sweep me off my feet and make impassioned declarations under poplar trees during sunset.  I may cooly hide behind my sarcasm and cynicism, but I know way deep inside I want the rush, the gush, and the mush. Don't we all?

The most perfect food

August is National Sandwich Month!

And look, I may have found my soulmate. 
Ok, if not my soulmate, at least another blog to read, and dang those sammiches look gooooood (even the ol' PB&J).

In celebration, I'm going to go to Panera today in lieu of the originally planned NY style pizza place.  Not only do they have delicioso sandwiches, they also provide free wi-fi.  I don't have my laptop with me, but just to be surrounded by FREE WI-FI makes my skin tingle.

This all makes me feel a tad better because our dodgeball team is on a losing streak (2-3).  We have only two more games in the next three weeks (one week is a bye).  If we come out of this with a record where we've won more than we've lost, I think I can consider this whole experience a successful therapy session for all my painful memories of middle school.

You will get sucked in as I did

Woooooo, it's the So You Think You Can Dance recap.
They finally have pictures of people up so you can refer to the following graphic as I point out my loves and my hates:

Red:  Blake. He's the professional dancer who's already danced with the likes of Britney.  He's a concieted asshole with a wimpy (however cute) dog that isn't potty trained.  He talked mad shit about the hip hop choreographer who was teaching his class and next week they're gonna call him out on it. Can't wait!!!

Purple: Jake?  Ohhhh one of my loves.  He's so enthusiastic and cute and his technique is spot on and eeek, just luv him. Oh and I'm pretty sure he's flaming.  He actually auditioned with his best friend, Melody who is...

Green: Melody. How cute is she?!  The girl can't be much taller than 5' but she has a very powerful style to her dance and holds her own very well.

Orange: I forgot his name, but I like to call him DragonballZ guy and if you see his hair you'll know what I mean.  Homeboy's a straightup breaker.  That's a bad pic of him, but he's actually reall cute.  He's the guy I would stare at in a club and think damn, I wish I was Honey or something so I can go up to him and show him a what's what.

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Song of the moment: Dirty Harry by Gorillaz

The Backstroke of the West

BWAHAHAHAAHAHAAH!!!

Star Wars: Lost in Translation

Courtesy of Mr. Fun Ballses

Music, baseball and gopher-rats!

Busiest weekend ever!
Patty and LA Crew came down Saturday to go to Street Scene.   They were wonderful house guests, bringing me gifts of lychee and wine.

First we hit up the Del Mar races.  Unfortunately I didn't get any pictures but we were SO close to winning $100+!!  But we didn't and in that case our horse may as well have come in last place, but the suspense was fun. (So was the 45 seconds when we actually thought we won).

Street scene was utter madness. Better organized than last year, but still craaaazy.
Look how close we were to Ben Gibbard!

And hot shtuff Dashboard Confessional dood (rumor has it he is short and had platform sneakers on):

And finally, it's the Snoop Dee-Oh-Double-Gee. Hay-llll YEAHl!!

I'm quite proud of myself for being able to take that one.  By the time Snoop performed I'm pretty sure I had lost all coherent...ness so for me to have captured such a fantabulous shot is nothing short of a miracle.

Dang, I need a haircut.

We went to a baseball game on Sunday.  Remember my seats last year?  Well, this year I almost got vertigo going up those stairs to our nosebleed seats.

I learned:

1. Trevor Hoffman is what they call a closer.
2. Baseball CAN be fun sober.

And today I went all around North Coastal SD with Patty and we stopped by Del Mar beach where we found a SWARM of squirrel-like wildlife!

And let me tell you, those fuckers are not scared of people:

One day I will go back with a bag of peanuts and capture an army of gopher-rats.

And this fat ass one will be my general: