LandOfTheLel

Monday, December 3, 2007

the end of an era

The Nissan is gone. She was a trustworthy friend-- sturdy, reliable, thwarted only by the occasional ice berm and cracking fan belt. She took me and others back and forth to Davis, to the mountains, into Arizona, up and down to LA, way north to Humbolt...and let's not forget the infamous 9.5 hour drive from Vegas with the worst hangover ever. Naps in Bakersfield Caffino parking lots are the best.

I once fit an entire papizan chair into the backseat. The most folk ever squeezed in numbered 9 (oh college....and trunks). My dog used to climb from the front to the back seat and again. We chased fireworks. I've locked my keys in that car (with it running) more times than I can count.

Rock on, fair Nissan, and take care of the aging woman who bought you and lives somewhere over by the mall.

I finished your lime vodka

Party at Holly's near Divis on Saturday night. These pictures were pilfered off her flickr site---they were all taken by Sam with Holly's camera and a detached flash. Good times, late night, early morning, woot.

Holly and Bridget. dual fashionistas.

Miss Erin. She's so pretty. I'm so glad. (no. that will not get old. ever.)

I should dedicate a posting to my recent obsession with hand gestures in photos. It's beginning to get ridiculous.

Bill lovingly looking at me, telling a joke that has me giggling. Or teasing me as I try to hide a zit. Either, really.

hostess with the mostess.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

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....

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

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.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

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.