Here Here!

(wish I'd had a 2.5 f-stop, sigh.)

Rad show. Christian and the rest of the band were fantastic, were climactic, and were smooth. Crowd was definitely into it, people bopping and nodding and toe-tapping. So into it, I even forgot about the photo booth for a bit.

But then I remembered....

Those Kids Outside

John Beatty is a good human. A selfless act in the suicide lane of the Golden Gate Bridge is a big deal.

Going to see Here Here tonight. 9pm at the Knockout in SF. Music is awesome AND there is a photo booth. :) Get off your duff and be there.

AVHS ten years later

Last night, the 10 year high school reunion for Amador's Class of 97 was held at Le Meridian in the Embarcadero. The night was cold as I walked from MUNI, but I had the utmost Grosse Point moment when Under Pressure came on my ipod. I pressed repeat. Kate and Mel, between the two of them, could draw an accurate best friend portrait of my life up till the end of high school. Mel is an air traffic controller in Oakland and married. Katie is a massage therapist and engaged. Turned around and done growed up.

Amy teaches at Amador now! She has returned to the mother ship, where she met and fell in looovvvvve with a history teacher.

old school.

Cortney is married! He pursued Katy for YEARS (it's all I heard about) and finally the wooing worked. They are all glowy happy. I covet her coat.

Overall? People looked the same. People looked different. I stared and gawked, smothering the overwhelming vibe with wine. Lots of people are married, a number have kids, and many have really interesting jobs that actually make sense with what I remember of them. I mean, Zac Bocian is a scout for the Brown's. How freaking perfect is that?

Turn of the Century

Aren't we too old for this? Went to Steve's Friday night to see Tacky Shirt Century Club already in session. I photo-documented and provided sarcastic commentary. FYI: 128 oz (128 'shots') equals 1 gallon. ew.

I fled the house at one point when they were watching a particularly DISGUSTING youtube clip, and was met on the porch by a very brave raccoon. And an even braver Draza chased it up the tree.Apparently, we aren't too old, even for a celebratory burning of polyester on the ol' BBQ.

Live and be Thankful

the men.

the women.
(how random, how predictable)

I'm all elfed up

Need to kill some time at work? Elf yourself.

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=9558138427

Seriously?

I was just looking for holiday party shoes. Instead, found these.

We Built This City

the morgue

Diamond Dogs

Holly and I stumbled (yay stumbled) out of a Mission bar into the rain on Saturday night. And into my first legit encounter with the Hot Dog Guy. Some people love him, some people hate him, but I have to side with poignant affection for the guy. I think he saved our lives that night. We ate three. And also got muddy, but the source of that is a bit up in the air...

It Was a Graveyard Smash

Spent a debauched Wednesday night at the Twelve Galaxies listening/watching/dancing to a corpsified Triple Cobra.

Let Me Count The Ways

Eighth wonder of the world, my grandmother turned 95 on November 3, 2007. In celebration of both her birthday and her continuous recovery, my family gathered in the "Sunshine Room" of the rehab facility she is temporarily staying in. This event was the first time ALL FIVE of the great grandkids were in the same room, along with five of the seven grandkids (including spouses) and both her sons and their wives. Mayhem. Squealing, laughing, wrestling, running, shh we are in a rest home, mayhem. And grandma loved every minute of it.The fam. No one ever realized I am the giant of the family. Or it could be camera angle. Either, really.

Shaely has inherited the impish quality; look at those eyes.

Oh Grandma,

I hope I inherited your genes.

bay + oil = boil

oh man. freighter dances with bridge and here's the associated exudate. SF Gate story here. Newsom says he's going to clean house...he may have to turn his attention to the Bay first.

Rollin with my homies

To augment Sarah's trip to SF, Bill had the rad idea of renting those yellow GoCars....you know..the ones that you always see on Haight street driven by confused looking tourists and bellowing out really loud tidbits about what's where yadda yadda. The cars are zippy things...unless you try to go up a steep hill and then the passenger has to lend a wee bit o' muscle. Bill on Lombard.

Me and My Lady Hotness in the Presidio

GoCar Kiss by Presidio Gate.

My Lady Hotness

My friend Sarah from London came to visit and it was lovely. I jam packed her visit with activities and festivities and all sorts of ivities to the point where she's convinced she left some braincells in the Mission and I'm ridiculously sick in bed. Ah well. All for the cause.

We went to the mountains, specifically to Lori and Brandon's and to see the Giant Sequoias in Big Trees National Park. AWESOME. Cabin pics here.

wind