may we all be

merry.

A sad thing. A sign of the times.

I just got off the phone with Bill Laube, manager and previous owner of the Pleasanton Hotel. I was trying to schedule a 40th wedding anniversary dinner for my parents on the 3rd of January; Mare and Gare LOVE the Pleasanton Hotel. The building is such a fixture in Pleasanton, and while the old fashioned yellow was much more appealing to me, it remains a historic part of the town complete with that renowned underground tunnel to Gay Nineties Pizza.

The hotel is closing. The news made me want to cry. If his voice on the phone was any giveaway, Bill Laube is pretty distraught as well -- he has been at the hotel for 25 years. As of Janurary 1st, in her quest to sell the business and building in the declining market, the current landlord is closing it's doors. Permanently.

I know a lot of us don't go to the Pleasanton Hotel. There are many more "hip" places in Pleasanton to have a drink. I just ask you, at some point before 2008 bids adieu, to pop in, have a drink, and give a kind word to Bill and the staff. This really is a sad thing.

(for more info on the history of the Pleasanton hotel and current staff, go here.)

(a)Musings

10:32 AM Co: how are you this week?me: good, busy, but functioning and I'd say 85% pleasant. :)

Although there was a crying baby in Ross a couple days ago that almost made me lose my shit. Thank god our emotions don't show themselves like boners.

Co: seriously, emotions are more like incontinence...concealable for a limited amount of time

me: YES

Co: sometimes i feel like i need black pants for my feelings

Gluttony Named Desire (also known as holiday cookie extravaganza)

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i have been running around, running amuck

I read the other day that blogs are cluttering the ether. It made me think of all the little wooden boxes I had on my vanity and how last night I literally slid them off with a sweep of my arm and then hid them inside a closed bookshelf. The vanity looked open and calm.

I worry about clutter, since I clutter so easily.