Me trying to explain my party to an out-of-state friend, via a series of text messages:
the party is getting out of control, but in a good way
so many people came that by 11:00 PM they wouldn’t all fit in my place and so the party has spilled out into the hallways of all 4 floors of the building and into the street
guests are launching flaming pumpkins off the roof
someone tagged graffiti on my bathroom wall
a completely naked girl is hanging out the window peeing…
an entire bar full of people migrated to my party at 2 am when the bar closed.
around 3am bar staff from various bars started showing up. at 5 am the staff of Blakes showed up.
the guests didn’t all leave until 4:30 am Monday (today) over 30 hours after the party started
all day yesterday there were still people here, which was good in a way because they helped clean up on Sunday night
we demolished my place and basically the entire building and really an entire city block…
they made us clean up Adeline Street on Sunday.
my neighbors all hate me, the rest of west oakland loves me
the landlord posted letters all over the building basically yelling at me in bold faced all caps, threatening to evict me if i ever have such a party again
it was my best party ever.
It’s half past four on Christmas morning and we just finished cooking and cleaning crabs for tomorrow night’s dinner. Someone has been kind enough to adopt me for the holiday, and we’ve been hard at work preparing to make dinner for her parents and relatives. I’ve been looking forward to it, and I know it will be a marvelous Christmas. Of course, I have one Christmas wish, which I know won’t come true. Yet, at the same time, if asked with whom I most want to spend this day, I would say with all honesty there is no one in the world I’d rather be with this Christmas than exactly whom I will be with. I may be far from “over” the past, but the present has been a little bit better of late. I don’t believe in fate in any way, shape, or form, but it is remarkable how things sometimes work out. HHGFF. And ever.
If you have never met my family, it will be understandable if you think this post is an exaggeration, if not a downright fabrication, but I promise it is all true. I’ll spare you the mundane details, but our Christmas Eve dinner, which we chose to spend at a local restaurant, turned into a semi-brawl that pitted me, my mother, and my older brother against the restaurant owner, the chef, and the kitchen staff. It began with the owner making a snide comment to my sister-in-low, which we ignored, but later he insulted me, at which point we decided to have a merry old time and cause a good old-fashioned “scene.” Even still, it wasn’t until the owner began shouting into the face of my dear, old mother that the fisticuffs began. At that point, one of the sous-chefs came at me with a knife. I disarmed him, and held him at bay which unsettled the owner to the point where he gave in and endured a stern talking-to from my brother.
Christmas dinner was much calmer. (How could it have been otherwise?) Fizzy and I spent 7 hours in the kitchen preparing what was hopefully a grand feast for the family. I stuffed and roasted a goose, I did. All my life I’d wanted to eat a roasted goose on Christmas, and by golly 2005 was the year for it.
Today’s Question: What did Santa Bring You?
I got many neat toys under the tree. One was a juicer. Now I can have freshly squeezed grapefruit juice all the time.
Yale: Here is your Christmas gift. I made it just for you.
*hands me a homemade blanket*
Me: Thanks! I love it!
Yale: Sorry it is so ugly. I wanted to make sure it matched your apartment.
Sue and I have no plans for the Fourth of July. Usually we visit my parents, but nothing is happening at the homestead this year. What are the rest of you doing? Does anyone have a recommendation for fun things we can do?
As several commenters have so skillfully pointed out, I have not posted for some time. Initially this was due to the busy December party season, but a little more than a week ago my mom fell ill, and I have been with her ever since. I have three siblings, but none live in California, so until they arrived a couple days ago I’d been the only one around to help. They timed their arrivals well, however, and not just because of the pending holiday– today I’ve been feeling sick, and I’m not supposed to visit mom until I feel better. However, this means I am alone on Christmas for the first time in my life, as Sue is in Los Angeles with her family, and what little family I have is at the hospital.
I will try to post again soon, but I can’t say when that will be. In case I’m not back for a few days (or more) here is a question to ponder and/ or answer.
Today’s Question: What do you hope Santa will leave in your stocking?
Neither of my Christmas wishes will be under a tree or in a stocking come the morning.
Happy Halloween everyone! I have no costume. What are YOU going to be? In unrelated news, Fizzy says she wants long underwear. It’s not THAT cold in California, is it?
Here’s something funny. Have you ever seen one of these ads in an old comic book?
Here’s a modern version, satirizing the RIAA’s corrupt methods:
Yesterday was Independence Day. Fizzy and I drove up to my Mom’s house. Both of my brothers were there, along with my two sisters-in-law and four nephews. We were one sister and one brother-in-law away from a family reunion, but Cara and Sweet Jeffy stayed home. Or maybe they went elsewhere? How would I know?
There is very little to report. As is traditional we BBQ’ed food and ate it, then watched things explode. A good time was had by all.
Because this entry is so short, I will fatten it up with another silly thing.
You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never
knows what you’re going to come up with next;
this creates great excitement and arousal never
knowing what to expect. And it’s sure to end
in a kiss as great as your mystery.
What kind of kiss are you?
Lucky Fizzy, I always keep her guessing! And what sort of kiss is she, I wonder?
Her bee stung lips,
Kisses sweeter than wine