"I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger ..."
It's Memorial Day weekend - specifically, a gorgeous blue-skied sunny Sunday with cool breezes and perfect temperatures. Denver has that coastal feeling it often gets in the late spring and early summer - just a waft of salt air and I'd be convinced the beach was just around the corner. There's something about the quality of light here - it's so white somehow, like the light in Southern California, and so bright it hurts.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
New York, New York
Oh my god y'all I am a terrible blogger, it's been ages since I posted, blah blah blah apologies.
OK, that's out of the way. Now for an update (maybe bullet-point form will help since there's a lot to post):
-I made my decision (way back in January) to tell my boss I'll be leaving in October. September 30 will officially be my last work day in Denver, after which I'll fly out to San Francisco for my dad's wedding and then fly or Amtrak it back to Denver to pack up and move. Hoping I can persuade my cousin or my mom to help me with the drive to TX. As yet I have NO CLUE what I will do for work once I get to Austin. Exciting and scary at the same time, no?
-I am as usual experiencing an EPIC FAIL on weight loss goals. I even pledged to lose weight with the Biggest Loser Pound for Pound Challenge. It made no difference whatsoever. Sigh. This is a continual problem for me, especially in the springtime, which for some reason is always a really tough time of year for me (there is always a lot of stress, depression, and anxiety for me between February and May). Still, I refuse to give up. I'm keeping my PFP goal but extending the deadline (sorry, Feed America. I will give you some money instead) to my dad's wedding, and probably reducing the weight-loss goal to be slightly more realistic.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
New Year
So this is the New Year/And I don't feel any different ...
I've always loved that line from Death Cab for Cutie's Transatlanticism album. It's true, isn't it? Like birthdays (one of which I've just had as well), new years hold so much promise and potential for change. The countdown ends, the ball drops and you guzzle champagne waiting for the feeling that something significant has happened. Or you wake up in the morning and suddenly you're a year older. Looking in the mirror, you expect, like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles, to see a difference in your face. Some visible evidence of a milestone reached.
More often than not there's nothing there.
I've always loved that line from Death Cab for Cutie's Transatlanticism album. It's true, isn't it? Like birthdays (one of which I've just had as well), new years hold so much promise and potential for change. The countdown ends, the ball drops and you guzzle champagne waiting for the feeling that something significant has happened. Or you wake up in the morning and suddenly you're a year older. Looking in the mirror, you expect, like Molly Ringwald in Sixteen Candles, to see a difference in your face. Some visible evidence of a milestone reached.
More often than not there's nothing there.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Fall Travels, Part Two: Eating My Way Through Austin
Now that it's been another month, I finally made it back to the coffee shop by my apartment, where the wi-fi actually works. And here I go with another novel-length account of my most recent travels...
Back in early October, I took my first long vacation since my Reunions trip to Charlottesville and the DC area. I decided to go to Austin, since for the past year or so I have been thinking about moving when my current job commitment is up, and my BFF is almost completely decided on leaving *her* current life in New York City to pursue a slower-paced, warmer, and much cheaper way of life there.
Despite growing up in Texas, I never spent much time in our capital city. My knowledge of the area was almost exclusively limited to the University of Texas campus, since most of the trips I took were for state swimming meets (aside from one recruiting visit the summer after my junior year of high school - optimistically called an "Honors Colloquium" by the admissions department, and packed with interesting seminars, fun little activities, and a stay in a genuinely enormous dorm called Jester Center, which resembled a prison and housed enough students to have its own zip code and two voting precincts). I never seriously considered attending UT; I always knew I wanted to leave Texas for college, and maybe forever. I didn't fit into the Dallas culture and I didn't particularly enjoy the sweltering heat or the swarms of bugs. I was doubtful that Austin could provide enough of a change, enough of a new world for my adult life.
And so it's been almost ten years since I was last a true Texan, at least the way I see it. I've been a temporary Virginian, a reluctant North Carolinian, a fairly miserable Californian, and a poor example of a Coloradan (I refuse to ski, snowboard, climb, hike, or camp, although I love the weather and the scenic beauty of the state where I reside). And I have invested all my energy for the last five years in my job and the organization I work for. It's been a great experience - full of challenge, adventure, smart and dedicated colleagues, and steep learning curves. But living in three states in the last five years with no family or friends to provide a community means that my social life is almost nonexistent outside of work. I live by myself, I shop by myself, I eat by myself, I often see movies by myself - and it's only gotten harder to make friends outside of work, since my free time is precious and I am often too exhausted to make an effort to meet anyone new.
So I have almost decided to make a change. It's scary in this economy to think about leaving a secure job in which I am valued and respected, where I get along with my colleagues and boss and am constantly learning and challenging myself. But work isn't everything. And I'm tired of going for months and sometimes years without seeing family because they're so far away that I can't afford to visit them.
Austin would be an ideal location if I were looking to reconnect with family - I would be far enough away that I wouldn't feel stifled after years of independence, but close enough to visit easily. It's a liberal oasis in Texas, so I think I could find a lot of like-minded people there. I would have ample opportunity to do the things I enjoy - the music scene is one of the best in the country, there is a large film industry, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I would have the chance to live with my best friend again.
Then again, I'd have to re-adapt to 100+ degree temperatures for weeks on end, a winter with precious few crisp and chilly days and no snow, small hills rather than mountains in the distance, humidity, bugs, and Republican politicians. All things that have the potential to make me very unhappy.
So I took this trip to explore the city and hang out with some Austinites, in order to get a feel for the city and see if I could imagine myself living there. I flew into the airport on a Friday afternoon and Ruth, my incredibly generous hostess (whom I had only met once, eight or so years earlier, and who is one of my BFF's best friends from high school), left school early to pick me up. She is an incredibly easy person to feel comfortable around, which boded well - I was a little apprehensive that staying with someone I barely know could prove awkward, but I lost that apprehension within ten minutes. We drove around the city a bit and then she took me to the South Congress Alamo Drafthouse for a movie and some delicious grub. (The Alamo Drafthouse movie theaters are definitely a huge PRO on my list of pros and cons about the city; great movies plus great food plus beer? YES.) Then we headed back to her South Austin neighborhood and I hung out and played with her cute Cockapoo puppy Beignet (aka Benny). That night I enjoyed the wonders of cable TV while Ruth caught a show at the Austin City Limits music festival at Zilker Park.
The next day we grabbed brunch at the Galaxy Cafe, where I enjoyed migas with veggie refried beans and tortillas and french-press coffee. Then Ruth dropped me off to explore downtown while she went back to Zilker Park for the big festival day. I was on my own all day, and I wandered all over 6th Street, up to the Capitol, and then down South Congress, which is a recently gentrified, still funky area filled with great stores and restaurants. It was pouring rain on and off all day, and I spent my fair share of time dawdling in restaurants and cafes to stay dry. Fortunately I'd brought an umbrella and sturdy Chaco hiking sandals, and the weather was very warm, so it was actually nice being out in the rain. I finally tired myself out around nightfall down on South Congress, and I called a cab (which took a solid hour and a half to arrive, due to festival crowds and busyness) to take me back to Ruth's.
On Sunday we went to brunch again, this time at the Satellite Bistro, which was one of the best places I ate all week. It was in a random strip mall in South Austin, but the restaurant itself was chic and the food was amazing. We had bottomless mimosas, coffee, a shared plate of mini croissants with strawberry compound butter, and then I had the Launch Pad breakfast, which consisted of two fried eggs, bacon, super-delicious scalloped potatoes, and a couple of mini pancakes. We topped off the meal with a slice of the green tea cheesecake, which is - here I go with the hyperbole again - the best cheesecake I've ever had. Neither of us could eat more than a few bites after the epic brunch, so we took it back to Ruth's and I finished it the next day for breakfast. After brunch, Ruth drove me back uptown to the UT area, where we walked around and did some shopping on the Drag. We both drooled over the display of adorable Where the Wild Things Are merchandise at Urban Outfitters, and I bought an "Austin-City of Music" tee at one of the University stores. We went back downtown after that and caught an afternoon showing of Whip It! at the Alamo Drafthouse on 6th Street. There was a surreal moment at one point when I realized that all the places the characters were shown in a montage were places I'd been over the last couple of days, since the movie was filmed in Austin - and there was even a shot of the characters in the Alamo Drafthouse theater where I was watching the movie! We finished up the day with dinner at Chuy's, an Austin-based Tex-Mex staple that has restaurant locations up in Dallas as well.
On Monday, Ruth left for work and I braved the Austin bus system. It took me awhile to reach the closest bus stop - I definitely wouldn't live in Ruth's neighborhood unless I was working somewhere around there and had a car, as she does. I think I walked almost a mile and then waited for about fifteen minutes to catch the bus. The bus system is somewhat similar to Denver's in terms of convenience - pretty easy if you live near downtown, but not at all convenient if you're farther away as Ruth is. I had to catch two buses to get downtown from her neighborhood and it took me about an hour and a half. I will say, however, that the buses are admirably cheap - I paid, I think, $1.25 for a day pass. Once I was down there, I wandered around for awhile, then caught a bus up to the Hyde Park neighborhood north of UT. This is one of the neighborhoods I've looked at when thinking about moving, so I was curious to see it in person. It was very leafy and quiet, full of little old houses and a few apartment buildings. I felt like it was a bit removed from the vitality of downtown, though if I had a car or was a UT student it would probably be very convenient. I had lunch at the Hyde Park Bar & Grill and caught a bus back downtown to wander some more that afternoon. I finally made it back to South Austin around the same time that Ruth got home from work. We decided on barbecue for dinner, and Ruth took me to the closest Rudy's, a local barbecue chain whose locations are all attached to gas stations. The guys behind the counter let me taste all the barbecued meats - extra moist brisket, extra lean brisket, and smoked turkey - and the excellent creamed corn before we ordered. We decided on some extra moist brisket, a couple of pork ribs, some smoked turkey, creamed corn, new potatoes drenched in butter, and potato salad. They gave us shiny white paper to use as "plates" and all of our meat and sides on a tray with some classic white bread on the side, and we added our fixin's and tore in at one of the family-style tables. I finished up with some homemade banana pudding (taken back to Ruth's and eaten later, since I had to let my stomach make some room again).
(This was - here comes the hyperbole again! - probably the best barbecue meal I've ever eaten. It was so good that on Tuesday, for lunch, I ate the leftover plain barbecued meat. On its own. Honestly I think it might be worth buying a car if I were living there just to be able to drive to places like this).
Tuesday was my last full day in Austin, and I was starting to feel a bit under the weather, so I stayed at Ruth's and watched endless re-runs of the Golden Girls and Roseanne and various TLC reality shows while playing with Benny. I ate the leftover barbecue and some Blue Bell ice cream and pretty much just vegged out, happy as a clam, until the evening, when my brother's friend Will Dupuy came and picked me up for dinner. I don't actually know Will that well - we never hung out in high school - but he and Kevin have remained friends, and I had seen him once a couple of years ago when the bluegrass band he played with came to Denver and again a couple months ago at Kevin's wedding. He lives in a neighborhood close to Ruth's, so he took me to a local Louisiana-style place, Evangeline Cafe, where we drank Abita Seasonal Pecan Ale and I had a delicious sauteed catfish over steamed rice with crawfish macque-choux while listening to the live music at the cafe.
The next day I left Austin and flew back to Denver, glad to be home and out of the hot, muggy weather, but reluctant to leave the friendly atmosphere and excellent food of Austin. I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a stronger feeling either way about the city as a potential residence; I liked it, but I wasn't happy with the weather, and it didn't instantly grab me the way Charlottesville or Denver did.
Back in early October, I took my first long vacation since my Reunions trip to Charlottesville and the DC area. I decided to go to Austin, since for the past year or so I have been thinking about moving when my current job commitment is up, and my BFF is almost completely decided on leaving *her* current life in New York City to pursue a slower-paced, warmer, and much cheaper way of life there.
Despite growing up in Texas, I never spent much time in our capital city. My knowledge of the area was almost exclusively limited to the University of Texas campus, since most of the trips I took were for state swimming meets (aside from one recruiting visit the summer after my junior year of high school - optimistically called an "Honors Colloquium" by the admissions department, and packed with interesting seminars, fun little activities, and a stay in a genuinely enormous dorm called Jester Center, which resembled a prison and housed enough students to have its own zip code and two voting precincts). I never seriously considered attending UT; I always knew I wanted to leave Texas for college, and maybe forever. I didn't fit into the Dallas culture and I didn't particularly enjoy the sweltering heat or the swarms of bugs. I was doubtful that Austin could provide enough of a change, enough of a new world for my adult life.
And so it's been almost ten years since I was last a true Texan, at least the way I see it. I've been a temporary Virginian, a reluctant North Carolinian, a fairly miserable Californian, and a poor example of a Coloradan (I refuse to ski, snowboard, climb, hike, or camp, although I love the weather and the scenic beauty of the state where I reside). And I have invested all my energy for the last five years in my job and the organization I work for. It's been a great experience - full of challenge, adventure, smart and dedicated colleagues, and steep learning curves. But living in three states in the last five years with no family or friends to provide a community means that my social life is almost nonexistent outside of work. I live by myself, I shop by myself, I eat by myself, I often see movies by myself - and it's only gotten harder to make friends outside of work, since my free time is precious and I am often too exhausted to make an effort to meet anyone new.
So I have almost decided to make a change. It's scary in this economy to think about leaving a secure job in which I am valued and respected, where I get along with my colleagues and boss and am constantly learning and challenging myself. But work isn't everything. And I'm tired of going for months and sometimes years without seeing family because they're so far away that I can't afford to visit them.
Austin would be an ideal location if I were looking to reconnect with family - I would be far enough away that I wouldn't feel stifled after years of independence, but close enough to visit easily. It's a liberal oasis in Texas, so I think I could find a lot of like-minded people there. I would have ample opportunity to do the things I enjoy - the music scene is one of the best in the country, there is a large film industry, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I would have the chance to live with my best friend again.
Then again, I'd have to re-adapt to 100+ degree temperatures for weeks on end, a winter with precious few crisp and chilly days and no snow, small hills rather than mountains in the distance, humidity, bugs, and Republican politicians. All things that have the potential to make me very unhappy.
So I took this trip to explore the city and hang out with some Austinites, in order to get a feel for the city and see if I could imagine myself living there. I flew into the airport on a Friday afternoon and Ruth, my incredibly generous hostess (whom I had only met once, eight or so years earlier, and who is one of my BFF's best friends from high school), left school early to pick me up. She is an incredibly easy person to feel comfortable around, which boded well - I was a little apprehensive that staying with someone I barely know could prove awkward, but I lost that apprehension within ten minutes. We drove around the city a bit and then she took me to the South Congress Alamo Drafthouse for a movie and some delicious grub. (The Alamo Drafthouse movie theaters are definitely a huge PRO on my list of pros and cons about the city; great movies plus great food plus beer? YES.) Then we headed back to her South Austin neighborhood and I hung out and played with her cute Cockapoo puppy Beignet (aka Benny). That night I enjoyed the wonders of cable TV while Ruth caught a show at the Austin City Limits music festival at Zilker Park.
The next day we grabbed brunch at the Galaxy Cafe, where I enjoyed migas with veggie refried beans and tortillas and french-press coffee. Then Ruth dropped me off to explore downtown while she went back to Zilker Park for the big festival day. I was on my own all day, and I wandered all over 6th Street, up to the Capitol, and then down South Congress, which is a recently gentrified, still funky area filled with great stores and restaurants. It was pouring rain on and off all day, and I spent my fair share of time dawdling in restaurants and cafes to stay dry. Fortunately I'd brought an umbrella and sturdy Chaco hiking sandals, and the weather was very warm, so it was actually nice being out in the rain. I finally tired myself out around nightfall down on South Congress, and I called a cab (which took a solid hour and a half to arrive, due to festival crowds and busyness) to take me back to Ruth's.
On Sunday we went to brunch again, this time at the Satellite Bistro, which was one of the best places I ate all week. It was in a random strip mall in South Austin, but the restaurant itself was chic and the food was amazing. We had bottomless mimosas, coffee, a shared plate of mini croissants with strawberry compound butter, and then I had the Launch Pad breakfast, which consisted of two fried eggs, bacon, super-delicious scalloped potatoes, and a couple of mini pancakes. We topped off the meal with a slice of the green tea cheesecake, which is - here I go with the hyperbole again - the best cheesecake I've ever had. Neither of us could eat more than a few bites after the epic brunch, so we took it back to Ruth's and I finished it the next day for breakfast. After brunch, Ruth drove me back uptown to the UT area, where we walked around and did some shopping on the Drag. We both drooled over the display of adorable Where the Wild Things Are merchandise at Urban Outfitters, and I bought an "Austin-City of Music" tee at one of the University stores. We went back downtown after that and caught an afternoon showing of Whip It! at the Alamo Drafthouse on 6th Street. There was a surreal moment at one point when I realized that all the places the characters were shown in a montage were places I'd been over the last couple of days, since the movie was filmed in Austin - and there was even a shot of the characters in the Alamo Drafthouse theater where I was watching the movie! We finished up the day with dinner at Chuy's, an Austin-based Tex-Mex staple that has restaurant locations up in Dallas as well.
On Monday, Ruth left for work and I braved the Austin bus system. It took me awhile to reach the closest bus stop - I definitely wouldn't live in Ruth's neighborhood unless I was working somewhere around there and had a car, as she does. I think I walked almost a mile and then waited for about fifteen minutes to catch the bus. The bus system is somewhat similar to Denver's in terms of convenience - pretty easy if you live near downtown, but not at all convenient if you're farther away as Ruth is. I had to catch two buses to get downtown from her neighborhood and it took me about an hour and a half. I will say, however, that the buses are admirably cheap - I paid, I think, $1.25 for a day pass. Once I was down there, I wandered around for awhile, then caught a bus up to the Hyde Park neighborhood north of UT. This is one of the neighborhoods I've looked at when thinking about moving, so I was curious to see it in person. It was very leafy and quiet, full of little old houses and a few apartment buildings. I felt like it was a bit removed from the vitality of downtown, though if I had a car or was a UT student it would probably be very convenient. I had lunch at the Hyde Park Bar & Grill and caught a bus back downtown to wander some more that afternoon. I finally made it back to South Austin around the same time that Ruth got home from work. We decided on barbecue for dinner, and Ruth took me to the closest Rudy's, a local barbecue chain whose locations are all attached to gas stations. The guys behind the counter let me taste all the barbecued meats - extra moist brisket, extra lean brisket, and smoked turkey - and the excellent creamed corn before we ordered. We decided on some extra moist brisket, a couple of pork ribs, some smoked turkey, creamed corn, new potatoes drenched in butter, and potato salad. They gave us shiny white paper to use as "plates" and all of our meat and sides on a tray with some classic white bread on the side, and we added our fixin's and tore in at one of the family-style tables. I finished up with some homemade banana pudding (taken back to Ruth's and eaten later, since I had to let my stomach make some room again).
(This was - here comes the hyperbole again! - probably the best barbecue meal I've ever eaten. It was so good that on Tuesday, for lunch, I ate the leftover plain barbecued meat. On its own. Honestly I think it might be worth buying a car if I were living there just to be able to drive to places like this).
Tuesday was my last full day in Austin, and I was starting to feel a bit under the weather, so I stayed at Ruth's and watched endless re-runs of the Golden Girls and Roseanne and various TLC reality shows while playing with Benny. I ate the leftover barbecue and some Blue Bell ice cream and pretty much just vegged out, happy as a clam, until the evening, when my brother's friend Will Dupuy came and picked me up for dinner. I don't actually know Will that well - we never hung out in high school - but he and Kevin have remained friends, and I had seen him once a couple of years ago when the bluegrass band he played with came to Denver and again a couple months ago at Kevin's wedding. He lives in a neighborhood close to Ruth's, so he took me to a local Louisiana-style place, Evangeline Cafe, where we drank Abita Seasonal Pecan Ale and I had a delicious sauteed catfish over steamed rice with crawfish macque-choux while listening to the live music at the cafe.
The next day I left Austin and flew back to Denver, glad to be home and out of the hot, muggy weather, but reluctant to leave the friendly atmosphere and excellent food of Austin. I was a little disappointed that I didn't get a stronger feeling either way about the city as a potential residence; I liked it, but I wasn't happy with the weather, and it didn't instantly grab me the way Charlottesville or Denver did.
So I'm still trying to make up my mind, and it won't be an easy decision. I have to come to grips with the fact that I can either live in a city that I'm familar with, that has weather and scenery I love, and stay safely employed but socially stunted and often lonely, or move to a city where I'd have to get my bearings all over again, re-adjust to central air conditioning and swimming pools being a necessity for most of the year, and find a new job, but actually have a life.
But for now? It's all up in the air.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Fall Travels, Part One: A California Wedding
The last time I posted I had just gotten into the spirit of the summer, and now, as I type this, there is snow on the roofs of buildings and unmoved cars. The ground is, as yet, bare; and even the snow that lay on the grass yesterday after the showers is gone. Only leaves, pale orange and gold mingled with green and brown, remain. They are scattered perfectly over the sidewalks and yards and their muted colors are the lone clue that we aren't on the East Coast.
Colorado hasn't fully relinquished the summer or fully committed to the winter. Tomorrow it may be 70 degrees, but today I had to don a fleece vest under my winter coat just to walk to the coffee shop. The autumn is my favorite season but I've felt shortchanged of it in the last few years. This weather, while I prefer it to the 90-plus-degree temperatures I encountered last week in Texas during my vacation, feels wrong. Where are the cool, crisp sunny October days I remember from my childhood in Dallas? Or the brilliant leaves I found in Virginia? I want to walk through the trees and crunch dead leaves underfoot, damn it. Or throw open my windows to let in the brisk air while I bake an apple pie from perfectly ripe seasonal fruit. WHERE are my Granny Smith apples?
I should perhaps explain that, at the moment, I'm suffering from a particularly nasty cold, which I suspect I caught on the packed plane ride to Austin but which didn't strike me down until the day before my vacation ended. So I missed two days of work and I've been out of my pajamas for approximately five hours in the last four and a half days.
It may be affecting my mood.
But here's what I've been up to since the last post. Work, work, work, a few dates (more on that later, perhaps, though I should probably be circumspect given that this is a public site), spending too much money, eating and drinking too much - all business as usual.
And several memorable trips.
The first was to Los Angeles over Labor Day weekend. My older brother got married on September 5th and I was there as a groomsmaid. I worked my tail off to make sure I had everything in the office taken care of before I flew out on Friday the 4th, and then I got up around 4 a.m. to catch the shuttle to DIA. By the time I got to LAX, I was exhausted both mentally (my fear of flying tends to make any air travel An Event) and physically (see the 4 a.m. wakeup time). I had to cab it to the hotel, since my mother's checked luggage had been lost the day before and my brother's fiancee was supposed to be taking her out to shop for new clothes. After a grumpy exchange with the cab driver, who thought I should know the address of the El Segundo Courtyard Marriott (I didn't), I wound up in the right place and found that my mother's clothes had arrived late the night before. Half an hour later I was whisked away by the bride to join her and her sisters and a couple of friends for lunch and mani/pedi treatments - all very nice, since it was her treat. All I wanted to do, however, was lay on the hotel bed and veg out in front of the TV. As a result I was quieter and somewhat snappier than usual.
Sitting in a massage chair with coastal breezes blowing through the door of the nail salon, however, revived me to an extent. I didn't talk to anyone for an hour or so, and it was wonderful. After that we headed back to Kevin and Sarah's to set up for the rehearsal dinner. As people started to arrive I perked up some more - they were mostly folks I had only met a couple of times, but everyone was congenial and excited about the following day. We practiced the rehearsal and Sarah teared up as she pretended to take her vows (which of course made me teary in sympathy). After that we had a casual backyard dinner with tasty sandwiches, chips, fruit, salad, and beer. I fell into bed rather late and the next thing I knew it was Saturday.
Around 8 a.m. on the wedding day, Sarah and her bridesmaid Erin picked us up and drove us to the salon in Moorpark, Euodia Salon, so we could get prettified. I had a very chatty and vaguely familiar-seeming stylist named Rebecca who gathered my hair into a crazy mass of curls pinned back to look like a cascading updo, and applied about three pounds of makeup (false lashes and all) to my face afterwards. I recoiled a bit at first, since I'm as low maintenance as you can get, but I got used to the beauty pageant look after awhile and upon seeing the rest of the girls I was glad I looked just as made up. We went to Sarah's parents' house in Moorpark for lunch and to get dressed, and eventually we got out to the wedding site at Rancho de las Flores. It was beautiful - despite the inland fires, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and all the views were gorgeous. I was reminded of the Santa Barbara wine country. The afternoon went by in a blur of photos, and eventually it was time for the ceremony.
Colorado hasn't fully relinquished the summer or fully committed to the winter. Tomorrow it may be 70 degrees, but today I had to don a fleece vest under my winter coat just to walk to the coffee shop. The autumn is my favorite season but I've felt shortchanged of it in the last few years. This weather, while I prefer it to the 90-plus-degree temperatures I encountered last week in Texas during my vacation, feels wrong. Where are the cool, crisp sunny October days I remember from my childhood in Dallas? Or the brilliant leaves I found in Virginia? I want to walk through the trees and crunch dead leaves underfoot, damn it. Or throw open my windows to let in the brisk air while I bake an apple pie from perfectly ripe seasonal fruit. WHERE are my Granny Smith apples?
I should perhaps explain that, at the moment, I'm suffering from a particularly nasty cold, which I suspect I caught on the packed plane ride to Austin but which didn't strike me down until the day before my vacation ended. So I missed two days of work and I've been out of my pajamas for approximately five hours in the last four and a half days.
It may be affecting my mood.
But here's what I've been up to since the last post. Work, work, work, a few dates (more on that later, perhaps, though I should probably be circumspect given that this is a public site), spending too much money, eating and drinking too much - all business as usual.
And several memorable trips.
The first was to Los Angeles over Labor Day weekend. My older brother got married on September 5th and I was there as a groomsmaid. I worked my tail off to make sure I had everything in the office taken care of before I flew out on Friday the 4th, and then I got up around 4 a.m. to catch the shuttle to DIA. By the time I got to LAX, I was exhausted both mentally (my fear of flying tends to make any air travel An Event) and physically (see the 4 a.m. wakeup time). I had to cab it to the hotel, since my mother's checked luggage had been lost the day before and my brother's fiancee was supposed to be taking her out to shop for new clothes. After a grumpy exchange with the cab driver, who thought I should know the address of the El Segundo Courtyard Marriott (I didn't), I wound up in the right place and found that my mother's clothes had arrived late the night before. Half an hour later I was whisked away by the bride to join her and her sisters and a couple of friends for lunch and mani/pedi treatments - all very nice, since it was her treat. All I wanted to do, however, was lay on the hotel bed and veg out in front of the TV. As a result I was quieter and somewhat snappier than usual.
Sitting in a massage chair with coastal breezes blowing through the door of the nail salon, however, revived me to an extent. I didn't talk to anyone for an hour or so, and it was wonderful. After that we headed back to Kevin and Sarah's to set up for the rehearsal dinner. As people started to arrive I perked up some more - they were mostly folks I had only met a couple of times, but everyone was congenial and excited about the following day. We practiced the rehearsal and Sarah teared up as she pretended to take her vows (which of course made me teary in sympathy). After that we had a casual backyard dinner with tasty sandwiches, chips, fruit, salad, and beer. I fell into bed rather late and the next thing I knew it was Saturday.
Around 8 a.m. on the wedding day, Sarah and her bridesmaid Erin picked us up and drove us to the salon in Moorpark, Euodia Salon, so we could get prettified. I had a very chatty and vaguely familiar-seeming stylist named Rebecca who gathered my hair into a crazy mass of curls pinned back to look like a cascading updo, and applied about three pounds of makeup (false lashes and all) to my face afterwards. I recoiled a bit at first, since I'm as low maintenance as you can get, but I got used to the beauty pageant look after awhile and upon seeing the rest of the girls I was glad I looked just as made up. We went to Sarah's parents' house in Moorpark for lunch and to get dressed, and eventually we got out to the wedding site at Rancho de las Flores. It was beautiful - despite the inland fires, there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and all the views were gorgeous. I was reminded of the Santa Barbara wine country. The afternoon went by in a blur of photos, and eventually it was time for the ceremony.
The wedding ceremony was short, sweet, and absolutely unique - really fitting to everyone involved in it. It included a quote from A Farewell to Arms, a personal story by the officiant (an old friend of the bride and groom's), and even some audience participation. All of it took place under an open-air arched walkway covered with flowers. I never completely stopped crying until we went back into the bridal dressing room to sign the papers (Sarah's sister Ana and I were the witnesses).
After all of us were presented to the guests, we joined in on the cocktail hour with wine, beer, sangria, and some amazing appetizers - deep fried artichoke hearts stuffed with goat cheese were the biggest hit, but there were also mushrooms stuffed with chicken sausage and some mini chimichangas. Dinner was a buffet consisting of grilled tri-tip steak and barbecued chicken, jalapeno mac and cheese, salad, grilled vegetables, and bread. And we followed it up with toasts given by some of the parents and siblings, dancing, and a dessert bar with a small red velvet wedding cake, mini cheesecake bites, mini creme brulees, brownies, berry cobbler with nutmeg ice cream, and homemade cookies. We were all stuffed and tired by the end of the night, and I dozed most of the way back to El Segundo.
The next morning we all met at a park near the couple's apartment and had bagels and juice, and everyone mingled until most of the guests had to head to the airport. My cousin Sarah, my friend Allen, and I went back to our hotel, swam in the pool for awhile, and then met up with the bride and groom for a delicious dinner at the newly opened El Segundo franchise of The Habit, a favorite hamburger stand of mine when I lived in Santa Barbara. I headed back to Denver the following day, tired, happy, and aside from a slight allergic reaction to something in the pounds of eye makeup I was wearing at the wedding, healthy.
My favorite memories from the weekend:
-Walking down the aisle to "Here Comes the Sun", which was played on acoustic guitars by a couple of musician friends of Kevin's (this started the tears. it was absolutely beautiful).
-A moment of silence at the ceremony for our grandmother and Sarah's grandfather, both deceased in the last several years (this kept me crying)
-My new sister-in-law telling me how glad she was that I was her new sister and that we are family
-Dancing with my nieces and doing the Twist with my dad
-Getting to see so many family members and friends in one place (I looked around several times and marveled at how surreal it was to have my dad and his mom, my sister and her kids, my mom and her brother and sister, my brother's old friends, and my new family all together)
After all of us were presented to the guests, we joined in on the cocktail hour with wine, beer, sangria, and some amazing appetizers - deep fried artichoke hearts stuffed with goat cheese were the biggest hit, but there were also mushrooms stuffed with chicken sausage and some mini chimichangas. Dinner was a buffet consisting of grilled tri-tip steak and barbecued chicken, jalapeno mac and cheese, salad, grilled vegetables, and bread. And we followed it up with toasts given by some of the parents and siblings, dancing, and a dessert bar with a small red velvet wedding cake, mini cheesecake bites, mini creme brulees, brownies, berry cobbler with nutmeg ice cream, and homemade cookies. We were all stuffed and tired by the end of the night, and I dozed most of the way back to El Segundo.
The next morning we all met at a park near the couple's apartment and had bagels and juice, and everyone mingled until most of the guests had to head to the airport. My cousin Sarah, my friend Allen, and I went back to our hotel, swam in the pool for awhile, and then met up with the bride and groom for a delicious dinner at the newly opened El Segundo franchise of The Habit, a favorite hamburger stand of mine when I lived in Santa Barbara. I headed back to Denver the following day, tired, happy, and aside from a slight allergic reaction to something in the pounds of eye makeup I was wearing at the wedding, healthy.
My favorite memories from the weekend:
-Walking down the aisle to "Here Comes the Sun", which was played on acoustic guitars by a couple of musician friends of Kevin's (this started the tears. it was absolutely beautiful).
-A moment of silence at the ceremony for our grandmother and Sarah's grandfather, both deceased in the last several years (this kept me crying)
-My new sister-in-law telling me how glad she was that I was her new sister and that we are family
-Dancing with my nieces and doing the Twist with my dad
-Getting to see so many family members and friends in one place (I looked around several times and marveled at how surreal it was to have my dad and his mom, my sister and her kids, my mom and her brother and sister, my brother's old friends, and my new family all together)
Next up: Fall Travels, Part Two: Eating My Way Through Austin.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tra La La
It's Saturday and I'm sitting in the coffee shop closest to my apartment because they, dear reader(s), have free Wi-Fi, whereas my apartment (which is supposed to) does not. At least, not for me. I think it might be a dead zone. Or full of evil Internet-hating spirits. Something creepy in any case.
I'm happy that it's the weekend, though I also feel guilty for sitting here dicking around instead of doing productive things like exercising, or doing laundry, or grocery shopping, or cleaning my apartment. This is why three-day weekends would really be ideal: you would have time to do your chores like a good human, AND dick around on the Internet. (Why the sudden use of "dick around"? I don't know. I just like the way it sounds. Maybe I'm channeling Judd Apatow-speak after watching Funny People last weekend and part of Knocked Up last night).
I had an okay week this week, except that there is some kind of devil-pollen (of the weed variety, according to the counts on weather.com) that is causing the upper part of my lungs to close up and me to have to overuse my asthma medicine. So that sucks. I'm sure a lot of it is mental after awhile, too - the more I concentrate on breathing the harder it gets.
Which is why the last two nights I've had a ton of alcohol, because for whatever reason, drinking relieves allergic asthma symptoms for me when all else fails. I have no scientific explanation for this, although my friend Melanie had some blah blah thing about alcohol thinning the blood and moving oxygen through easier or something when we were talking about it at Rio's last night over their excellent and lethal margaritas. I would think it was completely in my head - some sort of relaxation effect or something - except that it works best with white wine, and okay with liquor, and not at all with beer, which is probably my favorite thing to drink on a regular basis. So who knows? In any case it's strange to go to the liquor store and buy a bottle of white wine and then consume half said wine for the express purpose of relieving asthma, like can I get any more blatant with the self-medicating?
But I'm feeling A-OK right now, so either I'm still feeling the effects of last night's 2.5 margaritas and 1.25 beers, or the pollen's just on its best behavior or something. I'm still in that part of the day where I'm contemplating all the things I could do - though most likely I'll get either laundry or groceries done and then go wander around South Broadway with Melanie so we have an excuse to go to Sweet Action ice cream again. (Also, the Big Lots down there is closing and I love me some cheap crap, so hooray for clearance sales).
This past Tuesday I went to Film on the Rocks at Red Rocks with Anna and Melanie. We got there pretty early but still had mediocre seats - apparently there are a lot of people with nothing better to do who get there like mid-afternoon and take up the entire center section. We all ate brats and drank overpriced Bud Light as we waited for the sun to set. It took forever for the movie to start, as even after it got dark the Film on the Rocks people had to blather on about all their sponsors etcetera. Not to mention the local band, Opie Gone Bad, which played a seemingly interminable set beforehand and whose members were having way more fun, for the most part, than those of us in the audience listening to them.
But it was worth the wait. Is there any more fun summer night activity than watching Ghostbusters with ten thousand other people on a giant screen in a beautiful outdoor amphitheatre in 75-degree weather? I doubt it. The best part was that every time the theme song started up, and asked the question, "Who you gonna call?" pretty much all ten thousand of us shouted "Ghostbusters!" and then sang along with the electric guitar part that followed. Excellent. I would definitely go to Film on the Rocks again. And since this post is getting ridiculously long, I'll wrap it up with a few pics from my Film on the Rocks experience. And remember:
"If someone asks you if you're a god you say YES!"
Friday, July 17, 2009
More Summer Fun: Pools, Potterfest and Water World
Now that the summer's halfway over I've finally gotten into the spirit of the season. My last two weekends included:
-A long meandering stroll east through Capitol Hill and Congress Park, all the way to the Tattered Cover on Colfax and then back past the Congress Park pool on my way home (it was unfortunately closed for a youth swim meet, but it looked awfully nice).
-A trip to the other pool near me (at 11th and Osage, which seems like a neighborhood on the verge of sketchiness but was fine, at least, during the day when I was there), which was surprisingly (and pleasantly) almost deserted on the 4th of July.
-A viewing of Away We Go at the Mayan Theater on Broadway, which is old and cramped and has tiny screens but which I love anyway for its tacky Mayan decor (it resembles nothing so much as my favorite Tex-Mex restaurant back home) and upstairs bar, where you can buy a beer, a glass of wine, or a cocktail to take into whatever indie film you're there to see.
-A Harry Potter movie screening festival at my friend Hope's awesome 90-something-year-old Tudor house, which is worth a trip out to Wheat Ridge in itself just to tour. I came for the last three movies and brought my bastardized version of an English Trifle, which was a great success (recipe below).
-A day at Water World, Colorado's largest water park, for my friend Melanie's 27th birthday celebration. Melanie, Anna, Alexandra and I headed all the way out to Thornton and spent the day on various rides (several of which I, as Queen of the Wusses, opted out of and spent floating in a circle on the Lazy River) and getting suntanned (and sunburnt, in Anna's case). Not even the forty-five minutes or so of thunderstorms were enough to get us to leave. We were all exhausted and dehydrated by five p.m., but agreed that we all got our thirty-five or so dollars' worth from the visit. It was my first water park trip in about fifteen years, and I'm glad to say it was at least as fun as an adult as it was for me as a kid, even if I did have to wander round blind all day.
-Finally, a screening of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which I saw on Wednesday night. I wasn't quite crazy enough to catch the midnight showing, though it was tempting until I realized I'd have to work the next day ... Nonetheless I very much enjoyed it and am geekily planning to see it again this weekend, since I felt that my giddiness on Wednesday might have clouded my ability to judge the actual merits of the film. And also, I just want to see it again. :-)
Bastardized English Trifle
1 Entenmann's butter loaf cake, cubed or otherwise sliced into small pieces
Amaretto Liqueur
Instant vanilla pudding mix
Cold milk
Strawberry preserves
Sliced strawberries
Sliced peaches
Cool whip
slivered almonds
First make the pudding according to the package directions (which will require the milk). It should chill for at least 5 minutes or until it is set.
Fill the bottom of a glass bowl with a layer of the cubes of cake. Drizzle Amaretto over the cake. Spread a layer of strawberry preserves over the cake layer and then a layer of strawberries and peaches over that. Spread a layer of pudding over the fruit. Repeat the layers and then spread cool whip over the top of the trifle. Sprinkle with almonds if desired and chill for at least an hour or until serving.
-A long meandering stroll east through Capitol Hill and Congress Park, all the way to the Tattered Cover on Colfax and then back past the Congress Park pool on my way home (it was unfortunately closed for a youth swim meet, but it looked awfully nice).
-A trip to the other pool near me (at 11th and Osage, which seems like a neighborhood on the verge of sketchiness but was fine, at least, during the day when I was there), which was surprisingly (and pleasantly) almost deserted on the 4th of July.
-A viewing of Away We Go at the Mayan Theater on Broadway, which is old and cramped and has tiny screens but which I love anyway for its tacky Mayan decor (it resembles nothing so much as my favorite Tex-Mex restaurant back home) and upstairs bar, where you can buy a beer, a glass of wine, or a cocktail to take into whatever indie film you're there to see.
-A Harry Potter movie screening festival at my friend Hope's awesome 90-something-year-old Tudor house, which is worth a trip out to Wheat Ridge in itself just to tour. I came for the last three movies and brought my bastardized version of an English Trifle, which was a great success (recipe below).
-A day at Water World, Colorado's largest water park, for my friend Melanie's 27th birthday celebration. Melanie, Anna, Alexandra and I headed all the way out to Thornton and spent the day on various rides (several of which I, as Queen of the Wusses, opted out of and spent floating in a circle on the Lazy River) and getting suntanned (and sunburnt, in Anna's case). Not even the forty-five minutes or so of thunderstorms were enough to get us to leave. We were all exhausted and dehydrated by five p.m., but agreed that we all got our thirty-five or so dollars' worth from the visit. It was my first water park trip in about fifteen years, and I'm glad to say it was at least as fun as an adult as it was for me as a kid, even if I did have to wander round blind all day.
-Finally, a screening of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, which I saw on Wednesday night. I wasn't quite crazy enough to catch the midnight showing, though it was tempting until I realized I'd have to work the next day ... Nonetheless I very much enjoyed it and am geekily planning to see it again this weekend, since I felt that my giddiness on Wednesday might have clouded my ability to judge the actual merits of the film. And also, I just want to see it again. :-)
Bastardized English Trifle
1 Entenmann's butter loaf cake, cubed or otherwise sliced into small pieces
Amaretto Liqueur
Instant vanilla pudding mix
Cold milk
Strawberry preserves
Sliced strawberries
Sliced peaches
Cool whip
slivered almonds
First make the pudding according to the package directions (which will require the milk). It should chill for at least 5 minutes or until it is set.
Fill the bottom of a glass bowl with a layer of the cubes of cake. Drizzle Amaretto over the cake. Spread a layer of strawberry preserves over the cake layer and then a layer of strawberries and peaches over that. Spread a layer of pudding over the fruit. Repeat the layers and then spread cool whip over the top of the trifle. Sprinkle with almonds if desired and chill for at least an hour or until serving.
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