We're selling the boat and Harley is moving back to Denver. I admit that I'm pretty sad about not having the Nemo anymore. It's a pretty rad boat and I didn't get to spend enough time on it.
http://sandiego.craigslist.org/csd/b oa/1441655121.html
http://sandiego.craigslist.org/csd/b
Picked Harley up from DIA at 1 on Friday.
First time I've seen him for about 8 weeks.
Food and drinks at Illegal Pete's. Got a bit drunk.
A Place To Bury Strangers at Larimer Lounge.
Harley knows Jay from APTBS, who bought me a birthday shot (why is it always whiskey?).
Met David from APTBS.
Worst part of the weekend: Harley got sucker punched while APTBS was playing.
Harley was at the ER twelve hours after arriving in Denver because his eyebrow was split open.
ER took too long, so he stitched himself up at home with sewing thread.
Saturday lunch with my parents, Brian and Nicole, and Harley.
Brian bought me goggles for my gift.
Youth Brigade at the Marquis! Documentary screening and punk show followed. Frontside Five and Reno Divorce opened for YB.
I managed to make it to the front of the stage even though it wasn't my intention.
Harley saw the asshole who hit him the previous night and chased him out of the venue and down the street.
People used me as a ladder to get on the stage for some diving.
Best show I've even been to and I'm still exhausted.
Drinks at Streets.
Party at Harley's friends' place.
Cuddle and watch True Romance after finally getting home on Sunday afternoon.
Sad goodbye at the airport and I'm planning my next visit to San Diego.
First time I've seen him for about 8 weeks.
Food and drinks at Illegal Pete's. Got a bit drunk.
A Place To Bury Strangers at Larimer Lounge.
Harley knows Jay from APTBS, who bought me a birthday shot (why is it always whiskey?).
Met David from APTBS.
Worst part of the weekend: Harley got sucker punched while APTBS was playing.
Harley was at the ER twelve hours after arriving in Denver because his eyebrow was split open.
ER took too long, so he stitched himself up at home with sewing thread.
Saturday lunch with my parents, Brian and Nicole, and Harley.
Brian bought me goggles for my gift.
Youth Brigade at the Marquis! Documentary screening and punk show followed. Frontside Five and Reno Divorce opened for YB.
I managed to make it to the front of the stage even though it wasn't my intention.
Harley saw the asshole who hit him the previous night and chased him out of the venue and down the street.
People used me as a ladder to get on the stage for some diving.
Best show I've even been to and I'm still exhausted.
Drinks at Streets.
Party at Harley's friends' place.
Cuddle and watch True Romance after finally getting home on Sunday afternoon.
Sad goodbye at the airport and I'm planning my next visit to San Diego.
- Mood:
pleased
-at industry/company parties. I pretty much always make an ass of myself. Tonight, I attended the COGA bowling party at Lucky Strike downtown. After just missing the busboy (the first meeting included him saying, with an accent, "Excuse me, love.") I made a sad face. "Did he take something you wanted?" asked the waitress. While gesturing towards my chest I said "Only my heart." This was in front of several people I work with and see on a daily basis. I immediately felt all pairs of eyeballs burning into me. Fuck.
On the other hand, how does one turn down free booze?
On the other hand, how does one turn down free booze?
From The Denver Shop's In Color dvd.
Just because a band's name sounds emo it doesn't necessarily mean they are emo. Case in point: A Place to Bury Strangers. I should have been listening to these guys a long time ago :P
Here's a link to the video for I Know I'll See You
http://www.spike.com/video/place-to-bur y/2978790
Here's a link to the video for I Know I'll See You
http://www.spike.com/video/place-to-bur
Mommy's Little Monster - Social Distortion
Kool Thing - Sonic Youth
I Got A Girl - Tripping Daisy
California Uber Alles - Dead Kennedys
Anything 'Cept the Truth - Eagles of Death Metal
DLZ - TV On the Radio
Doll Face - Astra Moveo
Dig, Lazarus, Dig - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Bitchin' Camero - Dead Milkmen
Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) - Concrete Blonde
M.E.X.I.C.O. - The Kills
No Love Lost - Joy Division
Kool Thing - Sonic Youth
I Got A Girl - Tripping Daisy
California Uber Alles - Dead Kennedys
Anything 'Cept the Truth - Eagles of Death Metal
DLZ - TV On the Radio
Doll Face - Astra Moveo
Dig, Lazarus, Dig - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
Bitchin' Camero - Dead Milkmen
Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) - Concrete Blonde
M.E.X.I.C.O. - The Kills
No Love Lost - Joy Division
I'm no longer going to Japan. I have a new confirmation number, just over $1000 and a due date of 1/9/10 to find another flight/trip. I was told United doesn't fly to Alaska anymore?!
I got the greatest memento from the Continental

So long Continental and thanks for the memories. You'll be missed :(

So long Continental and thanks for the memories. You'll be missed :(
Please shoot me in the goddamned face.
Lack of ANY intellectual interaction or actual work makes me pissy. Really, at this point I'll even do busy work.

Lack of ANY intellectual interaction or actual work makes me pissy. Really, at this point I'll even do busy work.


Growing up on of my favorite tv shows was Night Court. I don't know, I can't explain it. It really wasn't intended for kids, especially a nine-year-old. Anyway, I still love this show.
On 30 Rock last night, some of the cast was reunited: Harry Anderson (Judge Harry T Stone), Markie Post (Christine Sulivan) and Charlie Robinson (Mac Robinson). I squealed as loudly and high-pitched as Kenneth the Intern when I saw them on my screen. Unfortunately, it's too early to find a video that isn't on youtube so there's no embedded clip. Sigh.
Here's a website with a midi of the theme song; it's the best I could do! http://www.classic-tv.com/shows/nightcou
Finally I have my Jim back!

Megan Carpentier stayed with me after the DNC was over. We spent four days getting to know each other as our only contact had been a few emails regarding her staying at my place. Anyway, I find her posts to be incredibly insightful. It's posts like this one that make me even prouder (than I already am) to consider her a friend. She writes regularly at Jezebel and Glamocracy.
http://jezebel.com/5060047/dear-mccainia cs-racism-should-not-be-an-accepted-amer ican-attribute
http://jezebel.com/5060047/dear-mccainia
I'm almost too fat to wear my bridesmaid dress. I tried it on last night to figure out what shoes to wear on Saturday and it was extremely uncomfortable. I only had it on for fewer than five minutes but it started to give me a bellyache anyway. I have FOUR days to drop enough weight so that it will be comfortable for at least twelve hours wear.
- Mood:
irritated
I have these quite cute heels with leather straps that are very comfortable (yea Aerosoles!). I decided I'd try to walk to work in them like so many other women do, with apparent ease. That was a slight mistake, but by the afternoon my feet had fully recovered from the "burns" on the balls of my feet. The bigger mistake was walking home in them also. I did take my time and walking slightly uphill seemed to not hurt quite so much. This was Wednesday and it's now Friday morning and my feet are still bothering me. Wednesday night I was dealing with cramping toes, yesterday morning my arches ached while in the afternoon it was the ball of both feet that kept me from playing flag football. This morning there's a slight ache where my toes attach to my feet. Paul was actually really sweet last night and gave me a foot rub, which seemed to help immensely.
How do these women do it? Maybe I'm just a wuss but from now on, I'm sticking with flats and sneakers when "pounding" the pavement. Image be damned.
How do these women do it? Maybe I'm just a wuss but from now on, I'm sticking with flats and sneakers when "pounding" the pavement. Image be damned.
- Mood:
indifferent
So I'm walking to work this morning in the cool ever-so-slightly damp morning. Something catches my eye as I'm crossing the street. What? No! I didn't just see that. A more direct look does indeed confirm that what I saw is really there. Right there. On the driver side door of Paul's vehicle. The '91 Chevy Blazer that my parents (or rather, the farm) bought brand new and has been in the family for 17 years. The Blazer that my brother bought from the farm for $1 and that Paul bought from him for a fifth of Jameson. Okay, so the paint is peeling and there's a little bit of rust going on. And sure, the rear bumper is bent out of shape from when someone rammed her car into it a few months ago. But that gives some douchetard NO right to spray his measly, boring shitty tag on it. Jeez, I though the code of graffitti was to only paint public property. It also is nice if the tag is actually interesting and fun to look at. But what-the-fuck-ever. I'll just be obsessing about it for a long while because that's what I do about shit that bothers me.
- Mood:
infuriated

