Archives for April 2006

I don’t have that much to say today. I’m at work, and my back kinda hurts (I think it’s from working out, new muscles being stretched, but it’s hard to sit for 12 hours at a time. Standing as much as possible today when it’s slow).

So today I’ll just give you my favorite joke of all time.
Say to someone, "Say knock-knock."
Your victim says, "Knock-knock."
You say, "Who’s there?"

Then fall down laughing.

Heh. Oh, wait, my coworker Khalil took a bunch of pics at the wedding — here are a couple more photos. (Also, go look at his work — he’s GOOD.)

Look at these cakes:

My oh-so-talented friend JoAnn made the big one, and it was WONDERFUL. And my little mama made the smaller one, a traditional New Zealand fruitcake, which was also wonderful, and luckily not many people ate it. I got to take the rest home with me. Ha.

This is one of my faves — I’m pretty much dragging her down the aisle. We’re married! We’re outta here! Woot! (Bored yet? I’m not, not quite…..)

The family, all of ’em. (Click for big.) Yay!

So. Not only did I start running, but Lala and I got gym memberships when we got back. We learned that Vancouver is not only about civil rights in marriage, and beautiful views, and extremely nice, helpful people, but it’s about FOOD. We ate at every opportunity, and boy, did we find a lot of those. We’d double back around a block in case we could increase our appetite and hit one more sushi restaurant. Just another scone. A little more gelato. I’ve never been so regularly full before in my life. I forgot what feeling hungry felt like, since I never gave myself a chance.

Then when we got home, we joined 24 Hour Fitness. I haven’t belonged to a gym in more than ten years, and things sure have changed in that time. They didn’t make me sign a contract! It’s month-to-month, which makes me feel better about the potential for flake-age (although we won’t flake, no, not us). Also, it’s pretty high-tech, and that’s a nice change, too. When you’re on one of the myriad cardio-machines, you can plug your iPod phone cord into the machine and choose one of the channels playing on one of the TVs hanging in front of you. Dude, the handles on those machines record your heart rate! That was disappointing, actually, because when I was on the elliptical I thought I was going to DIE my heart was going so fast. Then I looked up and saw that I was in the target fitness heart rate for AN EIGHTY-YEAR OLD MAN. This is true.

Running was a little rough yesterday, I must admit. I went to Mills, as I usually do. It was sunny when I drove up, a few clouds in the sky. I leaned out of the car to put on my running shoes. A few drops spattered my knees. I decided I was Hard Core and started running.

Dude. The rain came. The rain fell in torrents. Rivers. Sheets of water. The iPod was psychic, as it sometimes is (I swear Apple is not paying me for this blog). As I started running and turned the iPod on, the Old 97’s Blinding Sheets of Rain started playing. Then Rufus Wainwright sang about being cold, and then Abigail Washburn sang something about being miserable in the weather, and that’s about when I decided to terminate my run and head back to the car. I was slapped red by then, my legs and arms and face scarlet from the sheer speed of the water drops which were as big as VW bugs.

(It was at this point, when I was thinking about my life and how now that the move and the weddings are over, I can finally obsess on something else, I saw a big sign that said this: RESUME WRITING. My brain went Wow! Okay! I hear you! I will! Then I realized it was a class on writing a resume. Ahem.)

But still, technology and iPods rock. As do big anonymous gyms. (Also, the iPod now makes gyms okay to spend time in. I don’t have to talk to anyone, I don’t have to make eye-contact, and I don’t have to listen to their tunes. Nice.)

So today, no pics because darlin’ Ryan’ has taken care of them for me. Go see her. Yay!

Today’s blog is courtesy of my lovely sister-in-law Won-ju, who sent me these pics. You know, not hiring a photographer for the Big Wedding really worked in that I keep getting sent pics of the night, all of which are better than the ones I have. Yay!

Lala’s mom and Lala. Stylin’.

Dancing the beer bottle.

Hangin’ with the band.

I might have sung a little bit.

The little mama (wearing HER little mama’s shawl) and sister Christy.

Woot! Now, after having discussed my widening booty and tummy publicly on the blog, I actually went out and ran today. Know what? It wasn’t as bad as it had all rights to be. I remember this feeling, though. It’s kind of the Suck-In of exercise. Yay! I feel great! I should do this everyday! And tomorrow, it’s gonna suck eggs.

But I’ll keep it up, I suppose. Registering for the SF Half Marathon today just to keep me going. Yawn. Exercise: I love everything about it except doing it (and sometimes I even like that. The cherry trees are blooming at Mills, and that’s a nice thing to run by.)

While we’re on the subject of my ass, this is one of my favorite pictures from the second wedding. My belly, in this last six months of non-running, has gotten bigger, and I’m not super fond of that part, but my butt has finally gained a little ground, which I’ve been hoping for for years.

Johanna Hickey married us, and boy is she ever the cutest and most loving-est.

Our witnesses! Yay! How cute are Rabbitch and Mandy? Way cute, I’ll tell ya. (I sound rather inane. I don’t mean to. I’m just not all the way unpacked yet, in any sense of the word. My brains are still up in the northwest.)

Married ladies on Granville Island. Did I mention there are cute little dogs EVERYWHERE in Vancouver? There was one there that I swear was the happiest dog I’d ever seen in my life. It almost fell off the pier in happiness.

More tomorrow! I’m going to stretch the photos out for DAYS, I tell ya.

We’re back! We’re back! Two married ladies, back from honeymoon, fresh out of steam. I’d like to blog for days about what we did, and how much fun we had, but I’m stuck on sleepy, it seems. But here are some highlights of the honeymoon:

We got married in Vancouver. (Yeep! Ding ding! Best part!)
Stayed at the best hotel (The Sylvia) in the best room (802, corner, top floor, surrounding bay view).
Went on a tandem-bike ride in Stanley Park.
Didn’t fall off said bike, probably because Lala was driving.
Ate sushi, cheaply, every single damn day.
Ate a whole crab (thank you, crab).
Ate gelato at frequent turns (OHMYGOD, Casa Gelato has 250 flavors, including durian. Tried that. Avoid it. I had chocolate-basil with nutmeg. There was a pear-gorgonzola flavor, as well as a chocolate-chili that was HOT. Think of it, it was there).
Decided that Mandy and Zak are fabulous, something already known, and the way Zak says "hosed" makes us happy.
Decided that all Canadians are good and nice, and everything is better in Canada, especially in Vancouver (the third most desirable city to live in, according to a new report. Zurich and Geneva are the first two. The US doesn’t have a city in even the top 25, with Honolulu coming in at number 27).
Ate bread and cheese and olives at Granville Island.
Went across the Capilano Bridge.
Drove lots of places and used no gasoline. We think maybe in Canada the gas makes cars fly.
Went to Seattle where we:
Went up in the Space Needle.
Went to the Science Fiction Museum, which made Lala REALLY happy.
Went to Churchmouse which made me REALLY happy.
Had a party at TMK’s house with Ryan and Ann and Rebecca and Janine and Tory and Gingko and Elaine and Bling and had the best time.
Were treated to dinner at Il Fornaio, my new fave.
Drank coffee (twice) at Espresso Vivace, the best I’ve had since Italy.
Went to Pike Place Market.
Visited an alpaca farm, where I bought some fiber for cheap and almost pet an alpaca and kvelled over a 3-day old cria. Went back to Vancouver, where we ate more sushi and watched more sunsets on the beach. Appreciated sunny, perky Canada.

We are now back in dark, rainy, rather grumbly California and unpacking slowly. I think I’ll unpack photos slowly too, for a while, to keep the blog going as I get back up to speed. So here are a couple for ya:

    Lala takes photos. I grin maniacally.

    You asked for it — closer detail on the alpaca shawl.
(Design: sorta my own,  traditional double rose leaf with little bippy thing on the sides. Yarn: old hoarded Cascade Indulgence, two balls.)
Photo courtesy of Rachael Ashe.

It’s legal now.

(Thanks go to Johanna for being our perfect marriage commissioner, Janice and Mandy for being our witnesses, Zak for the blessing (and the first two shots on this page), Rachael Ashe for being the Official Photographer, and Diane and Joan from Full Bloom Flowers, the perfect place to have a wedding.)