Monday, September 15, 2008

Day Five


Life of the Party

This evening I had some friends from college (who have conveniently relocated to my part of Texas) and their 4-month old daughter, whom I was meeting for the first time, over for dinner. Broccoli pasta+chatting about old times+cute, happy, healthy babies=a good night.

Day Four


Theatrefolk

Today, my main source of entertainment was seeing a stage performance including one of my theatre friends. Not the pictured performance with the pictured theatre friend; I got far too wrapped up in the play and the niceness of getting together with folks at our standard pub afterward and forgot to take pictures, so I'm resorting to stock theatrefolk images. Hopefully, neither the subject of the picture or the actor whose show I saw will mind.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Day Three


"Hurricane" Ike

Much of my last few days was spent on odd jobs: disassembling patio furniture, securing potted plants, making sure there was enough food in the house, practically raiding Barnes and Noble for sufficient reading material. All for Hurricane Ike, the worst of which was supposed to hit San Antonio today.

This is what we got instead. See that little patch of rain to the right? Yeah. That never actually made it to our house. The most we got was the occasional burst of wind and an increase in already unbearable mugginess. If it hadn't ended in such a cool sunset, I'd be much more bitter about the whole ordeal. Man, did I miss how huge and colorful Texas skies could get. Still, all the furniture. I moved ALL the furniture...

Friday, September 12, 2008

Day Two





Patio lights, Beto's Comida Latina, San Antonio, TX

Tonight, I took the girls out for quesadillas and a live performance by The Tim and Bob Show. The band is comprised of my writing mentor, one of the actresses from the first play I worked on in San Antonio and their spouses, all of whom have become like extended family over the 7/8 years I've known them. I try to catch a show as often as I can when I'm in Texas. It's one of those things that really makes me feel like I'm home.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Day One

In an attempt to resurrect this journal and to stave off any boredom that may arise from spending two weeks in Texas (largely in an empty house with my parents' dogs), I've decided to aim to shoot and post a photograph a day. If it ends up being slower here than I expect, be warned that you're in for a good dozen posts about Japanese Chins, but, in any event, it'll get me blogging again.

Day One


This is my neighbor's dog, who shall remain nameless because I don't actually know what his name is. The main form of entertainment today was watching this bugger go flat out crazy as my parents' slightly spastic new rescue Chin, Josh, ran back and fort in front of him on our side of the fence. Yes. Thursday was that much of a party.

Friday, July 4, 2008

Stars, stripes and band-aids

Happy Fourth, everyone!



I plan to celebrate mine by waking small children up at regular intervals, and most likely eating my own weight in various flavors of hospital ice cream. How about you?

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Back in the land of the living

Man, when I start making up for weeks of work craziness/travel/hardly seeing anyone ever, I guess I don't mess around. Aside from sleeping, I don't think I've been in my house for more than an hour at time since Thursday. A quick multimedia recap:

After taking Thursday afternoon to recharge (and even then I did a couple of laps around Greenlake, overdosed on coffee and stayed up way too late getting sucked into the first season of Alias) I got up bright and early Friday morning and ran to Matthews Beach. The weather was way too gorgeous for its own good, so I decided to ditch my errand running plans and just spent most of the day outside. From there, it was off to Third Place Books for a Write Club meeting, (where I FINALLY got to catch up with my writing buddies, and actually may have gotten a usable text chunk or two from the writing exercises we did), and then over to Peso's in Queen Anne for vanilla screwdrivers and lively conversation with newer buddies.

Of course, I still had night shift in my system at that point, and was up until nearly 2, in spite of the fact that I needed to be up bright and early Saturday morning to clean my apartment, grab coffee at Zoka with some friends from Ravelry go back to my apartment and pack a lunch in time to be picked up for a Beer Meetup at Skookum Brewery in Arlington. This was definitely worth the travel time (which honestly wasn't as long as I'd anticipated), in terms of both the beer and the company.


I was a little sad the brewery was open for so short a time that day, though it did put me back in Seattle with time enough to change and grab a snack before catching a showing of Wall-E (whcih was pretty clever, by the way. Granted, I'm mostly just a little kid in a big kid's body, but I enjoyed it) with a friend and then jetting back across town to catch up with other friends/former neighbors for a late dinner.

Today started out with coffee and donuts at Bauhaus, followed by a quick jog down the hill to Westlake center, where I met up with the old neighbors and co. for the Pride Parade. It was TOASTY out, but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and I was able to get a fun picture or two (with the full effect on display at Flickr).



The parade started to wrap up just in time for me to make it to a Coffee Meetup at Revolutions in Greenlake, which ended up being pretty relaxing in spite of the average caffeine intake.


Got to squeeze in half a Greenlake walk (because, really, to not do a lap around Greenlake proper when you're in that general area on a gorgeous day would just be sad and wrong) before a movie (today's feature was Wanted. Hoo boy! What a rush!)/popcorn-for-dinner night with one of the ex-neigbors and her girlfriend. And...exhale.

I don't know whether to be excited or scared about the fact that I still have three more days in my chunk of time off. I wish I could take some comfort in the fact that I don't have any major plans for those days, yet, but then I didn't have very many solid plans when I was heading into the first three. Oh well. A month's worth of social life condensed into seven days is better than no social life at all, right? Only one way to find out...