Hospitality and gratitude

These guys are all over Santa Rosa, but only this one had a cute toddler on it

Our trip to California was relatively successful - we met with the vendors and made some choices, plus we were able to spend time with friends and family (well, my mom) and managed to eat Mexican, Indian, Thai, Ethiopian (Eritrean) and sushi (at midnight, homemade). The dancing was fun (Dan did better than I did at intermediate two-step); I bought my wedding dress; and the only bad part of the trip was all the damn traffic we ended up sitting in on Saturday and Sunday.
Hank
Dexter

The best part of the trip, for me, was getting to spend time with friends. On Friday evening we had dinner at Sara's house. She and her husband made a fancy dinner with a cheese/nut/fruit plate, baked goat cheese salad, plank-grilled salmon and corn, and some sort of elaborate rice dish - and then finished up with more fruit and delicious chocolate. We only had a short time in which to see them since the dance lesson my mom wanted to take started so early, but we did get to see their house (so cute! such cool details!) and yard and pet their doggies, Hank and Dexter. Dan had an especially good time with the doggies. Most of all, I was so touched that they wanted to go all-out with this awesome dinner even though we only got to be at their place for a short time. Thanks again, Sara, for such a great dinner - please visit us in Denver, or perhaps next time we come out we can take you guys out someplace yummy.



Saturday, after our hours of traffic, meeting, Indian chaat (Vik's!), traffic, waiting, meeting, traffic, wanting to commit homicide, traffic, we finally met up with Leah and Simon at Berkeley Bowl to procure supplies for dinner. The sushi-making process was a lot of fun (though time consuming) and we passed the wait time in the hot tub with champagne. Their house and garden (and hot tub!) are to die for, the guest room and amenities were all anyone could ask for, and we had such a good time that we kind of spaced out on leaving in time for our last thing on Sunday and ended up being an hour late. That's just how much fun we were having. I might end up paying them to adopt me so I can hang out with the gnome in the backyard.


My only real regret about the weekend was that we didn't have more time to spend with everyone - there are certainly times that I wish we lived in the Bay Area so we could see everyone all the time and not have to schedule visits for our trips. All y'all are, of course, more than welcome to visit us in Denver - we even have a spare room we can dig out for you, and there are always extra towels in the bathroom. We don't have a hot tub or awesome doggies, but we've got eight coffee mugs and can make a mean mojito from the mint in the garden.

Our trip, in numbers

Hours we will be in California: approximately 72 from landing to takeoff

People we are going to hang out with for fun: 7

Doggies to be met and cooed over: 2

Dance we will learn on Friday night with my mom: 2 Step (nightclub variety)

Size of sample dress in store I plan to try on so my mom can see why I like it so much: 16 (I will probably wear, um, a significantly smaller size than that, but they only have it in a 16)

Pages of document compiled by both Dan and myself including names, addresses, times, phone numbers, and directions to places where we will be having meetings/trying things on/eating meals: 4

Caterer meetings scheduled: 3, all on Friday before 2 PM

Photographer meetings scheduled: 2, both on Saturday at coffee shops 60 miles apart

Pounds of homemade sushi we will consume with our Saturday evening hosts: 789349873

Times I will sigh covetously over the new home and garden of our Saturday evening hosts: same as above

Types of ethnic food we plan to consume in restaurants: 3 (Indian, Thai, Ethiopian)

Miles we will be driving in the rental car: approximately 300

Old friends we will be seeing for the first time in many years: one, who unexpectedly emailed me a month ago to say he lives in the city now (we're having the Ethiopian with him on Sunday before we fly home)

Amount of excitement I have for the trip, expressed in numbers: a Brazillian

Then and now

The cabin was awesome. Here is some photographic evidence, taken by Dan and myself.

I wrote about our trip in April and posted some photos of the creek. Here are photos taken this last weekend so you can see the difference.




This time, there was a wasp nest under the bridge that Toph knocked down. There was no Julie or Skippy, but there was a Matt and a KO. There was a vegan birthday cake, three nights of meteors, and a flock of wild turkeys walking by at 7:30 AM. We climbed 3 false summits of Rock Mountain and hiked an area that was burned at some point, and Dan took one of my most favoritest pictures ever.

Also, there was a really nasty hangover (mostly due to lack of sleep, though I'm sure the alcohol had something to do with it as well. Heh.) On the plus side, the water worked the entire time and everyone got as many hot showers as they wanted.

Man, the kitties are going to hate us

We're off for a weekend of relaxation and debauchery at the cabin in Wyoming, in celebration of the Perseid meteor shower (no moon! will be so cool!), Amber's birthday, and Matt and his lovely SO being back in the states. I'll be back Monday evening with (I'm sure) tales and photos. Have a great weekend, everyone, and if you get a chance, get out of the city Sunday night for the rare celestial show!

Why would anyone wear 4 inch stacked heels to the county fair?

This past weekend we spent up at Dan's parents' house, celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary and hanging out with his brother, back from the trenches of central America. I'd already decided to call in "sick" on Monday since our original plan was to do a two-day hike up Pike's Peak and back Sunday and Monday, but after the carousing at Saturday night's festivities nobody was up for a two-day hike.


Instead, Dan and I blew up his parents' inflatable kayaks and paddled around on Goose Poop Lake for a while (something I've never done before, but I got far more of a workout than I had expected to - who knew you use your ab muscles when paddling a kayak?). Later, we tried to see the new Bourne movie but it was sold out, so instead we played minigolf in the rain and I was, of course, by far the worst of the 3 of us (to my defense, I've only played minigolf like 4 times in my whole life, so all things considered I don't think I did too badly - only 20 over par!) That evening after dinner, Dan and Matt and I braved the on-again off-again rain and headed over to the county fair to take pictures and gawk at the carnies and see what other delights there were to be seen.



The fair was free, I think because it was raining and because it turned out we went the last night the midway was open. We walked around, taking some photos and watching the people who were enjoying their turkey legs and deep fried coke (not really. Dan actually looked for deep-fried coke but didn't find any). I find it kind of funny how people actually play the rigged games to win prizes worth at most 1/10th of what they shelled out to play; how many people voluntarily climb into the cars of the Zipper which will, at best, deprive you of your loose change and, at worst, be freshly cleansed of vomit (we actually saw a guy cleaning out one of the cars with a hose and a bucket; the ride was stopped and the other cars all still had people in them!). People seem to love the county fair even though everything is overpriced and overstimulating and over-the-top. Some people seemed dressed strangely - this one girl was all dressed up in fancy clothes and heels, which seemed perhaps ill-advised for the gravely dirt of the midway. I had fun taking pictures with different settings on my camera and actually ended up with a couple of decent ones, but was not at all tempted to participate.


After we did a pass through the midway, we went into the livestock building and saw Some Pigs and some goats trying to escape and some fluffy rabbits. Quite a few 4H kids were in there taking care of their animals and were a little puzzled that three adults who seemed to have no connection to the fair wandered around through the livestock area. I found a rabbit that looked a lot like the one my little sister had when she was a kid (a mini Dutch lop), though this lop was proper because both of his ears drooped. Another building had the PRCA rodeo going on, but I didn't need to see anyone roping and hogtying calves or attempting to stay on bulls for 8 seconds, so we just went back to the midway and took more pictures in the rainy dark summer night.

Vagina: Not a Clown Car

The other night we watched a movie called Idiocracy, brought to you by the makers of Office Space and King of the Hill. The premise of the movie is that a guy of supremely average intelligence (as in, IQ exactly 100) gets frozen by the military as part of an experiment and ends up waking up 500 years later only to find that he is by far the smartest person on Earth. The reason for this is made clear early on in the movie, as an obviously well-off, intelligent couple waits, tries, and is unsuccessful at having a kid, while a stupid poor guy is shown having lots of kids with several women, who go on to have lots of kids, who go on to have lots of kids, etc. And then the world ends up stupid as shit.

I hadn't known much about the movie (other than it was a Mike Judge film and the title) before watching the movie, but I remember having a conversation with Dan last summer about how it seems like the people who are having the most kids these days are a) the ones who can least afford them and b) not especially intelligent or well-educated. The people that I know of who are intelligent and well-educated seem to either wait a long time to start having kids, or they don't have any at all. And the ones who have several kids, the ones who start having kids pretty early, aren't especially well-educated (it's hard to finish college when you get pregnant at 20. Or 18. Or 16.) I know several who had kids relatively early and who ARE intelligent, but most of them also got married early for religious or other reasons. Seems like these days, the thing to do is to wait several years after starting a long term relationship to get married, and then choose to be child-free or only have one or two kids. While I fully support people's rights to make their own choices about spawning, at the same time I wonder whether it will take 500 years to get to the point of where society seemed to be in the movie we watched, or whether it will take significantly less time.

In the movie, the people shown having lots of kids weren't married, and the structures of families were pretty loose (as is the case, I think, with many people who have multiple children with multiple partners). There are people in this country, however, who are having umpteen numbers of children within the bounds of a specific (married) relationship, and these people kind of scare me. I'm not talking about a large family of 5 or 6 or 7 kids, which in this day and age of natural family planning (for those anti-birth control) and so many options of birth control (for those not opposed) and even emergency contraception, is pretty unusual. I'm talking about the Duggars, and the others who fall under the quiverful movement (or similar). You all probably know that the Duggars whelped child #17 recently, which brings the number of years Michelle Duggar has been pregnant to a whopping 10.5. Part of me would like to say "To each his own" regarding this situation, but I think that 17 (and likely more, though I'm not sure how Michelle Duggar's uterus hasn't fallen out yet) kids is Just Too Many.

While they may be able to just squeak by financially on investments and the kindness of strangers/community members, it's not the money part that gets to me. It's that I can't imagine how in the hell each kid gets enough parent time in a day. It just doesn't seem possible. They've been open about their "buddy system" - how each older child is assigned a younger one to raise once it's off the boob (and they nurse for short periods of time so as not to impede fertility). Having been the oldest of 3 kids, and relied upon for childcare duties on many occasions without being paid or even asked, I can tell you that I sometimes resented the situation and felt taken advantage of. I can't imagine what it would have been like to be the oldest (or one of the oldest) of more than 10 kids and essentially expected to raise younger siblings because my parents were too busy having sex and popping out more babies. Or even just homeschooling all my siblings. OfJimBob isn't a teacher, yet she teaches all of her kids at home. And chores are assigned by zones. And the only socialization these kids get is with each other and a few select quiverful families.

I was pretty taken aback to encounter such a large family in the KOA campground of Salina back in July - and they only had 10 kids (ONLY). How can parents of such large broods really know their children's personalities? How are they possibly able to spend one-on-one time with each of their kids? How doomed are we as a country and as a planet when there are people like this specifically breeding their own churches and/or religious armies? There was a reason, once upon a time, to have lots of kids - it was free labor for farming families, who needed all the help they could get to get by. Also, it's only been very recently that so many babies have lived to adulthood - childhood diseases and accidents don't kill nearly as many kids as they used to, something for which to thank modern medicine. You had lots of babies because a good number of them died before they could even talk. Now, there's no reason whatsoever to think that having 17 children is a socially, fiscally, or environmentally responsible action - in fact, it's totally selfish and irresponsible. Because statistically, not all those kids are going to grow up to be JimBobs and OfJimBobs - being homeschooled by mom with little to no socialization isn't going to bode well for the future educational endeovers of these kids. I can't imagine that every single one of these kids is going to grow up to be a healthy and productive member of society.

Honestly, it's hard to know what the answer is when it comes to avoiding an idiocracy. On the one hand, it's better to slow down global overpopulation. On the other hand, the people (in this country, at least) who are having lots of babies are generally doing so in an irresponsible manner. What do you think? Should smart, well-educated people start having more babies so we aren't all complete idiots in 100 years? Or is it smarter to be socially and financially responsible, and not contribute to the overconsumption of resources in this country? It's hard to know.

Wuxtry! Wuxtry! Wedding update

It's been a while since I wrote about wedding stuff. For anyone who is interested, here's the update.

1. We're heading out to CA in a couple of weeks to do wedding stuff. Dan and I have been researching caterers and photographers, having gotten some recommendations about both from a couple of different people. We're going to try to nail down our caterer and photographer on this trip. I'll be trying on the dress I think I want with my mom so she can see it before it gets bought. I'm still trying to decide whether to buy it in CA or CO - it seems like CO is the better option - taxes are lower, I can have it fitted here (though I doubt I'll need much in the way of alterations, luckily I seem to be an exact sample size) and sent there ahead of time to be steamed/pressed. Then I just have to worry that the dress actually makes it to CA. We have a variety of other wedding-related and non-wedding-related activities planned, including visits with friends and tasting some cake at the It's All Good Bakery in Oakland. I used to live a few blocks away but I never got anything from there.

2. Speaking of cake, it's something I really don't care about at all. If it tastes good, that's good. I was thinking about maybe making the cake myself, but I'm a little concerned about all the other last-minute stuff that will need to be done in the week we're in CA before the wedding. We're going to be doing flower-type stuff ourselves, either from my mom's yard, the flower mart in SF or grocery stores. Flowers are not a priority - if they're pretty, that's all that matters. The place where we're getting hitched is already gorgeous so we don't need much or elaborate arrangements.

3. We've got our guest list pretty much figured out and have already bought stamps (Star Wars and Marvel Comics stamps, natch) for invites, which Dan's been working on. We've got STD ideas as well. We'll be doing all the papery-type stuff ourselves. Address collection has begun in earnest. Dan's done a huge amount of work on the wedding website, and when it's more complete I'll send anyone the link who is interested.

4. We reserved a block of rooms at a hotel in the area after I did a whole bunch of legwork, only to find out that the one hotel in the town where we're getting married somehow thinks they're going to get a huge chunk of money out of people when half their rooms are under construction, including their ADA-accessible rooms (which Dan's grandma, if she's able to come, will need). Also, it's off-season. But they quoted me a price 100-150 more per night than most of the other hotels in the towns nearby. We're getting a really good deal on the hotel room block that we did choose, and it's much nicer than some of the other options that were more expensive.

5. The whole big idea of this shindig is finally starting to fall into place. We're moving out of the "this could be cool" stage and more into the "let's do this" stage. I'm really glad that we're doing this together, because I really don't think I'd want to marry someone who wouldn't be involved in the process. I'm quite looking forward to the day, to the party, to the gathering of friends and family, but I've gotta say that the planning part is kind of fun, too. So many options! So many decisions! Thus far, it's not been especially stressful. This makes me happy. I'm hoping we keep it relatively unstressful, because I don't see any reason to worry overmuch about it. At the end of the day, if we're married and people had a good time, that's all that matters.

So, that's the word on the street regarding the pantalones del nerd shindig. Tune in next time for the next installment of wedding crap you probably don't care about.

One Hungry Village

This article by my friend Jonathan really put my day in perspective. I recommend reading it even if you don't know him.

Gray's Anatomy

One popular leisure activity during summer months here in Colorado is hiking to the tops of 14,000+ foot high mountains. For Denver residents, this is a (relatively) easy undertaking, since there are several 14ers within an hour or so drive from the city, and there are umpteen books and websites describing various hiking trails to get one to the top of said mountains.


Yes, I said 14,000+ foot high mountains. Many of you may know that Denver's nickname is the mile-high city, meaning the official altitude is 5,280 feet above sea level - a bit lower than that of Santa Fe, but significantly higher than the capitols of most states. This means that, in climbing a 14er, a Denver dweller will ascend approximately 9,000 feet in just a few hours, in driving to the trailhead and hiking the mountain. I don't know how many of you have visited altitude while living at sea level, but let's just say that altitude can have an interesting effect on one's physical and mental health (it's a lot easier to get drunk, for one thing, which has the correlating effect of enabling Dan and I to drink like rock stars when we visit sea level). The first time I visited Colorado we drove up to Rocky Mountain National Park my first day here and drove to the parking lot near the top of a 12,000+ foot peak, then hiked the rest of the path to the top. I was considerably loopy that day, being completely unused to altitude, and that evening at dinner I was off my rocker having consumed 1/3 of a glass of wine.
Aww, aren't I cute? This was August of 2001.
Here's Dan on the same day.

So climbing a 14er can be a bit of an undertaking just in the unforseen effects altitude can have. There's a reason why John Denver sang about a Rocky Mountain High - the most common symptom of altitude I get is a brain high from the lack of oxygen. One can also get cramps of various sorts, nausea, lightheadedness, fatigue, and muscle weakness, among many other things, and this can happen to people who live in Denver or even in the foothills - you never know what altitude might do to you on any given day. So when one prepares to climb a 14er, one must be prepared for any or all of these things to occur.


One must also prepare for other things - you need to bring a lot of water and some food, since you're burning a lot of calories when you hike. You need to be prepared for sudden weather of all types, since the one predictable thing about 14ers is their unpredicability. It can be the end of July and you can have a snowstorm, rain, hail, thunder and lightning, all just minutes after the sky was clear and blue and beautiful. There's just no way to know. Therefore, climbing a 14er can be a bit of a gamble, since you never know what your body or the weather might do. It's part of the challenge, part of the adventure - will we make it to the top today?


Most 14ers are inaccessible for the majority of the year to people who are inexperienced. One can need some serious equipment to tackle some of the more challenging mountains, since they're covered in ice and snow about 10 months out of the year. Most of us try to get in our 14er climbing during the two months where you're more likely to have clear trails and decent weather (at least before noon), so during that brief period of time, the trails can be pretty crowded on weekends. Some of the easier trails (and by easier, I mean mostly just hiking and not a lot of rock climbing) can have lots of dogs and/or kids. Dan, for example, summited Gray's Peak when he was 8 years old.


The best precaution (and most conventional wisdom) surrounding the climbing 14ers is to be off the summit by noon. This means one needs to hike up the mountain in time to be able to start hiking down by noon, since afternoon is when storms are most likely to occur. Let's just say that it is extraordinarily unfun to get stuck at the top of a 14er during a lightning storm, since you are thousands of feet above treeline and usually have no cover to protect you from the storm. This also means that one must wake up at the buttcrack of dawn to drive to whichever hiking trail one will be using and start the hike in time to get to the halfway point (the top) before noon. Some trails on some peaks are longer than others, so some people actually start the hike one day, stay overnight, and finish the hike the next morning before coming down. Some trails are short enough that people can start hiking at 8 or 9 AM and still start back down before noon (depending on how fast one can hike, and how difficult the trail might be - like I said, you never know what might happen at altitude so it's better to assume you'll be slower than faster) - but this still means you have to get up early, get in the car, drive to the trailhead and start up the trail before a lot of people even wake up on a weekend.


This past Sunday, we got up at 6 AM, having packed and filled our camelbacks the night before. We blearily ate bowls of cereal, put our hiking boots/shoes in the car, and drove west on I70 for a while until we got to a road that would lead us to the trailhead for Gray's Peak. Our plan was to summit both Gray's and Torrey's peaks (one can do both in one day, since there's a half-mile-long trail between both summits). Our plan was also to drive to the trailhead, but it had been a few years since we drove that road and it's much worse than it used to be. We got only a little way before having to turn Moxie around and park at the base of the road. Dejected, we decided that we probably wouldn't get to summit both peaks that day since we wouldn't have enough time, but we gamely began to hike up the rutty, bumpy, muddy 3-mile-long road to get to the trailhead.

Luckily, someone took pity on us when we'd hiked about a mile up the road, and we hopped in the back of their truck only to find 5 other people in the same boat. The seven of us shared a short adventure in the truck and were very grateful when we were deposited at the trailhead with plenty of time to begin our hike. We started up the trail right away. My hiking style is the opposite of Dan's - I hike in short, fast bursts and then stop, burst and stop, while he hikes slowly and steadily. So in effect, I end up waiting for him, hiking ahead, waiting, etc. It usually all works out (eventually) but on Sunday Dan realized after we'd only gone a short way that he wasn't feeling especially well - the altitude started to bother him. That particular trail up Gray's is about 4 miles long, during which time one ascends about 3600 feet in altitude, which means one STARTS the trail at over 10,000 feet - it's not exactly easy to hike uphill starting at 10K feet, even if one lives in Denver. I kept asking him if he was OK, and he kept saying he wasn't sure but that he wanted to keep going. Eventually even I ran out of my freakish altitude-induced energy and had to eat something to stave off the nausea that's the second altitude symptom I generally experience.

The halfway point on the hike is marked with a sign that tells you that you are 2 miles from the summit of Gray's and the estimated hiking time from that point is 1.2 hours. I suppose if you're in really really good shape and climb 14ers all the time you might make the summit in that amount of time, but I doubt most people do - we generally give ourselves an hour for each mile, just to be on the safe side, but the first two miles of the trail weren't too bad (of course, we were climbing UP but it wasn't as bad as the second part of the trail). The third mile is somewhat more difficult, and of course all physical activity becomes more difficult as one climbs in altitude since the air is so much thinner and it becomes harder to get enough oxygen. We saw big groups of kids, lots of dogs, lots of people of all ages on our hike, and by the time we'd finished 3 miles I was pretty sure Dan wouldn't be able to make it to the summit that day. Especially because the trail became less of a hiking trail and more of a "scrambling over rock that has some dirt here and there" trail.


I turned around at one point and could see how exhausted and miserable he was and waited the few minutes for him to catch up with me. We decided that if he was having that hard of a time during that part of the hike that it wouldn't make any sense to summit and then have to come back DOWN the mile of rock (down is much more difficult than up on the rocky bits) and then down another over 3 miles to the trailhead - and then possibly down another 3 miles to the car if we didn't find someone willing to give us a ride to the bottom. We'd probably made it 3.5 miles of the 4 mile trail to the summit of Gray's, but it wasn't worth what it would have taken out of him (or worth risking further illness or injury due to exhaustion/altitude) to summit that day. As soon as we turned around and started back down, he seemed to feel a little better, and we both felt better once we got back to the part of the trail that was actually trail-like. We headed for a grassy area and had a little mid-morning picnic, since it was about 10:30 AM at that point.


I hadn't taken any pictures on the way up the trail, being too focused on making my body do what I wanted it to do despite it telling me it didn't have nearly enough oxygen to do those things. But during our picnic, and on the trip back down the mountain, I took lots. We passed some amazing scenery and some gorgeous fields of wildflowers - all taking advantage of the super-short mountain summer to bloom their fool heads off. The trail took us through mountain willow (sort of a scrubby plant) and all the way back down to the treeline where the trailhead begins. We sat a bit and rested, then continued down the road until a passing car stopped to pick us up, and we had a nice conversation with some strange people who also like to hike until we got to the bottom of the road. It was 12:30. We drove back to Denver, showered, and took naps and decided to be lazy for the rest of the day. Our hike, while it didn't include the summit of a 14er, was still a success, and was plenty of exercise for a Sunday morning.

Quarter Century

Today my sister turns 25. I hope the next year of her life brings joy and adventure.

Happy birthday, Lissa!

What I've been waiting for

Summer in Colorado is supposed to be hot. It is supposed to be dry, and there are supposed to be afternoon thunderstorms most afternoons that cool things off for the evening. Sure, there can be a week here and there where it doesn't storm, so it stays hot even at night, but that usually only goes on for a few days before the next storm develops.

This summer has been different. It's been mostly consistently hot since mid-June. We haven't really had any breaks, and the few thunderstorms that have come around haven't cooled things down. We haven't gotten rain. I've been waiting for WEEKS for the weather to break, for the afternoon thunderstorms to bring rain and cool down the inside of our house. It's been over 80 degrees even in the middle of the night in our house because the temperature outside hasn't dropped below that in at least six weeks.

Last night, it dropped a bit; we got a tiny storm with about 18 drops of rain, and today was cloudy and somewhat cooler. As I walked home this afternoon, the sky began to darken and I could feel the pressure change in my sinuses, so I had great hopes that we'd finally get the big thunderstorm that's been due for weeks now. Finally, my hopes were realized as a large clap of thunder followed the lightning out the window at 5:20. Then, the rains came, in great sheets, soaking the parched ground and running off down the street. Loud booms and claps continued, and flashes, and the kitties turned into bottle-brushes and raced around the house in both anxiety and excitement. Finally, finally, it is raining and thundering and lightninging and BOOM!ing for long, rolling seconds. I loves me some thunder/lightning, just as I still love the snow, both weather conditions being unusual to my place of origin. Our yard is going to be so much happier from the temperature drop and the water. It's 5 after six and the rain is still coming down, the thunder is still BOOM!ing, and the temperature in our apartment's down to about 75 degrees. Finally, I am happy.


Petra perches on paper, but won't stop moving


Loki decides he is unconcerned, because he is the devil.

Wet garden. You can see our tomatoes, peppers, basil and marigolds.

More True and False

Which of the following statements is the lie?

1. Since toddlerhood, my hair has never been shorter than my shoulders.

2. I have one appendix, two wisdom teeth, and no tonsils.

3. My first dog "sang" on command.

4. I went an entire year without eating meat.

5. My ancestry is (to my knowledge) entirely European.

6. I didn't eat macaroni and cheese from a box until I was ten years old.

7. When I was little, my favorite color was yellow; I never liked pink/purple.

So which one is it? First to guess right wins 8 gold stars.

That Girl goes to my gym

One of the reasons I like my gym so much is the variety of people (ages, body types, interests) who use it. I see teenage boys lifting weights, trying to build impressive muscle, and I see geriatric women with no qualms about walking around the locker room in the altogether, boobs and bellies showing what gravity does after so many years on the planet. I figure that as long as people are there to work out and not "see and be seen" like some gyms I've been to in the past, it's all good - nobody has ever made me feel uncomfortable or tried to pick me up. It's a big mishmash at my gym, and there are pretty people as well as us regular shlubs, but I don't feel bad about myself around them because they're not showing off, they just have nice bodies because they work out a lot.

I've written before about my own body image, and the concept of body image in general. I've also written about my fascination with a website showing what women's bodies look like during and after pregnancy, and how drastically some women change. However, some women's bodies seem to look exactly the same shortly after giving birth - most of the ones we see like that are Hollywood celebrities who have nannies, personal trainers, personal chefs, and have time to sculpt their bodies back to pre-baby size and shape. People are astounded, it seems, by how little time it takes some celebrities to get their "pre-baby" bodies back, as unusual as that is it seems to be a) unfairly represented by movie-star types (even the ones who have twins! Even the ones who are older! coughMarciaCrosscough.) and b) seemingly impossible to attain unless you've got a staff. On the one hand, yeah, it's pretty unusual to bounce back as quickly as most Hollywood types seem to do. On the other hand, their bodies have to look good, the sooner the better, or else they won't work, because that's reality in CelebLand. So they hire people to get themselves looking good again, or they have plastic surgery, or both.

However, today I saw That Girl at my gym. Several months ago, I started seeing her in the locker room and sometimes on the weight machines. I didn't realize for a few weeks that hey, her belly was getting a little bigger and her size x-small t-shirt was pooching out a little. Then in the dressing room I saw her putting on what were obviously maternity pants (they had one of those elastic band thingies at the top). I continued to see her here and there, tiny belly growing a bit more each time, but the rest of her looked exactly the same as it had before the belly had begun to expand. I vary my gym times, even though I go at least 4 days a week, but I've been going for nearly three years and I've come to recognize the other gym rats, even if they don't always go exactly when I do. This girl disappeared for a month or so, and I didn't think much of it because I wasn't always there between 1 and 2 on Tuesdays and Thursdays which is when I used to see her. I figured she was getting bigger and that eventually I'd see her back in the gym.

I saw her today. She had no belly. Her body was taught and toned, and if I hadn't seen her obviously pregnant a couple of months ago, I would never have known. I have no idea when she had her baby, or what the circumstances under which she lives that she's able to regularly go to the gym in the middle of the day with (presumably) an infant at home. Perhaps I just don't know what I'm talking about; maybe she was a surrogate mom, or maybe she gave her baby up for adoption. Maybe she had a late-term miscarriage. Whatever the circumstances, I gotta say, she is the living proof that some women have bodies that magically bounce back after pregnancy in a frighteningly short amount of time. I don't know her and have never talked to her, and I'd never presume to ask her about her reproductive history or how she came to look unpregnant so soon after being pregnant. Maybe the last time I saw her she was 9 months pregnant despite looking about six (the rest of her is quite small) and so there wasn't a whole lot of bouncing back to do. I only hope that I look as good as she does within a year of giving birth (should I decide to do that)(well, I'll probably never look as she does, because I'm not 5'3 and 120 lean pounds), and she seems to have managed to do it in a scant month or two. So I guess they do exist, those women who can wear bikinis or tight gym clothes only weeks after giving birth. Something tells me, however, that I'm not likely to have won that particularly rare genetic lottery.

Assortment

I had my 6-month dental checkup and cleaning yesterday.

Good news: For the first time I can ever remember, I have no new cavities. My dental hygenist praised my brushing and flossing and claimed I had no plaque and my gums looked great.
Bad news: I probably have a cracked tooth. I have to see an endodontist to get a second opinion, but if it is cracked it will likely need a crown. Not that I have the money for yet another crown, but I'm also sick of only chewing on one side of my mouth.



My Show: SYTYCD was on last night, and yes, I read the spoilers religiously, so I already knew what kind of dances the partners had and what the judges comments were. I watch the show for the dancing, and I wasn't terribly disappointed last night. I really liked 3 of the dances and thought 2 were terrible and one was just bizarre (plus, the weird one was danced by my least-favorite couple). Unfortunately, people vote based on likeability or popularity or something rather than based on talent, so I have no faith in the voting tweeny public to keep the right couples safe and the crappy couples in the bottom 3. However, I guess if I really cared enough I'd get off my bum and vote my own self, which ain't never going to happen.



This weekend: We went on a hike in Evergreen (the foothills) because Dan had new hiking boots and wanted to break them in a bit before he tries a 14er in them. We got rained on and thundered and lightninged on, but most of the hike was really nice, plus it was an up-down-up-down hike (meaning up-down-up-down back) and my legs got a great workout. It was billed as a waterfall hike, but as you can see, there wasn't much water to be falling. We did see a cool rock that looked like a dragon, though.


Finally: Harry Potter. First, I'm totally pissed that someone leaked it on the internets days in advance. Now I have to avoid all kinds of media (because, apparently, the New York Times wrote an article about the leak and included spoilers in the article!) until at least Monday, because we're only buying one and Dan gets to read it first. I read really fast, so maybe I can get it done on Sunday if he reads it Saturday, but that means no hiking and no doing anything, just an entire weekend of reading book 7 - me on tenterhooks Saturday watching him read, and him wanting to discuss it with me on Sunday and having to wait until I'm finished. I am so afraid that I'm going to be spoiled and I really, really don't want to be. Spoil me on a reality show, sure, because I have no investment in that. But I want to read every bit of HP7 for myself and I don't want to find out beforehand what happens.

He blinded me with science!

A few weeks ago, I turned on the TV because I was mildly curious about a one-off show listed on tvguide.com. The premise of the show was sort of "The Bachelor" meets arranged dating - some guy was given 50 potential women to date, and narrowed them down by stating a few preferences about the women he likes, then the 5 finalists were paraded in front of him and he chose 3 to speak to. After he spoke to the 3, he got to pick one to go on a date with and see if some sort of spark occurred. The twist (because there always has to be a twist) was that the show had retained all these experts in various fields (handwriting analysis, psychology, etc.) to test the guy beforehand to determine his actual (not stated) preferences and then narrowed a pool of 50,000 (so they said) to one woman who Science felt would be his perfect match. After the guy went on a date with the girl he chose, doing activities he chose, he then went on a date with the woman that science picked, doing activities picked by the show to facilitate falling in love.

I know, it sounds really dumb. Mostly I was intrigued to learn what sorts of things "science" feels are more likely to make people fall in love with one another. The manufactured date had things like experiencing an adrenaline-inducing event (bungee jumping), eating aphrodesiac foods, "gazing into one another's eyes for x amount of time". The date the guy planned himself had a trip to a football stadium to toss a ball around, dinner, and dancing at a club. He liked both the girls, but ultimately decided on the one the show had picked for him, despite her marked differences from his stated preferences (the show decided they knew his preferences better than he did). I wasn't surprised in the least and it wasn't just because the girl he had picked himself was kind of bitchy. Because it was pretty obvious that the different events of the manufactured date were having their intended effects on the guy and the show-picked girl (who kind of looked like Scarlett Johanson if ScarJo were a drag queen) - maybe it was just the editing, but it's pretty clear when two people have chemistry, and the chemistry is made that much more obvious when the events increase it.

I think there's something to be said for what "science" has determined are likely events to get people to fall in love (or at least in lust). Many years ago, I personally experienced a time when I was away from home and out of my element, met someone, had a whirlwind romance with an amazing connection to him, had all sorts of adventures together, and then went back to the real world, in which we were obviously not right for each other as a long-term couple (He was a Christian Republican cowboy country singer. Yeah. But it was really fun while it lasted, and we were good friends for years afterward.) The connection we felt was strong and mutual, and developed over the course of only a few days while we first traveled together. In that experience, both of us being away from our real lives and the real world, surrounded by new and strange things, the connection was forged far faster than it would have been back in real life. For me, "travel in a strange place" is one of those adrenaline-inducing situations, and looking back on my experience, I'm kind of surprised I didn't fall for the first guy I met on the trip!

On the other hand, there's something to be said for old-fashioned courtship. Dan's and my relationship began online, exchanging instant messages (and then having phone conversations), all without ever seeing one another in person for months. It was kind of the modern version of the courtship-by-letter that people used to have (and quite a few actual letters were exchanged as well during the long-distance portion of our relationship). By the time we met in person, the only thing left to be determined was whether we'd have real-life chemistry - usually the first thing you know about a potential partner, but not when that partner is 3 states away and still a virtual person. Turns out that we did, so all the falling for each other that got accomplished before we even met made for a very comfortable yet exciting first meeting. We spent the whole weekend (minus a few hours) together and it was like peas and carrots.

What nobody on that show mentioned was what happens after the falling in love part, after the initial rush of hormones and excitement. It's really easy to fall for someone who isn't the right person for you. It's really easy to think that the heady rush at the beginning stages of getting to know a person is what will sustain a relationship long-term. Luckily for me, long-ago-boy and I were too logical to think that a real relationship would have worked between us, so left it as fond memory rather than trying to figure out how to overcome all our differences to "make it work." Luckily for me, Dan and I were friends on the internets before we fell for each other, and had a pretty solid basis for a relationship before we even met in person. I fall in love with him all over again every time we travel together, every time we have new experiences together, and it's sustained by all the day-to-day stuff of our relationship. I have a feeling that the TV is never going to show what happened to Mr. Dude and his Scientifically-Chosen Girl after the cameras turned off and the show stopped paying for the Scientifically-Determined Falling In Love Events. One day's worth of adrenaline and chocolate strawberries probably will not a love match make.

EEK's five questions

I've done this meme before, but I like it. Here are the rules, if anyone cares to participate.

Leave me a comment saying “Interview me.”
I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
You will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions.
You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

EEK asks:

1. Choose or die, sensory division: lose your hearing or your sight?
I've already got an auditory processing disorder, so my hearing (to me) is all wonky anyhow. I'd lose the hearing before I lost the sight, though I wouldn't be happy about it. It's a lot easier to get along in the world deaf than blind, IMHO.

2. You are going to join the circus. What's your gig?
Unfortunately, I can't grow a beard so I can't be the bearded lady. I don't relish the idea of hammering nails into my nose, so I can't be the blockhead. I'd rather not be the guy who cleans up all the elephant poop. And clowns are scary. So I guess I'd have to either be the ringmaster or an acrobat.

3. If you had the ability to travel back in time, which era would you choose first and why?
Wow, I don't know if I'd want to go back in time. Do I get to choose how long I stay? Do I get to choose whether or not I contract nasty diseases? Do I get to choose where in the world? I'm going to have to think on this one.

4. If you could be any kind of dog, what breed would you be?
Probably something ridiculous-looking. Like maybe one of those mop-faced dogs. What are those called again? Komondors.

5. Extreme heat or extreme cold?
If I have to pick one, I pick extreme heat. I really don't like it, but extreme cold is much more painful. Plus, I don't sleep well when it's really hot, but I literally *cannot* sleep if I'm too cold.

At least it's Friday

1. Nothing happened at work. I got one phone call all week. Nothing happens in July.

2. The weather finally cooled down a little. We even got a tiny bit of rain yesterday.

3. I woke up from my dream this morning thankful that people give birth to tiny babies and not to octogenarians with dementia. (I dreamed that I had to care for and corral and herd an elderly (fictional) relative who didn't want any part of moving around or going where she needed to. In the dream, I thought to myself "Man, I'm so glad babies are so much smaller, because you can just make them do stuff or go where you want.")

4. I'm a little annoyed at the hotel industry in Sonoma County.

5. For some reason, my fingernails seem to be growing freakishly long. I can't figure it out; all my life I've had weak nails that broke or peeled regularly. Then, suddenly, the last six months it's all I can do to keep them clipped at a decent length. I need to clip them again because they still aren't breaking and now I am annoyed to type because they are so long. Seriously, what the hell?

6. We may be doing some mountain climbing this weekend. Hiking for sure.

7. We will also be seeing the new Harry Potter movie.

8. They finally kicked off the guy on my show that should have been kicked off weeks ago. And I had no preference as to which girl got the boot. I have to admit that some dancers on there that I went in predisposed to not like (Lacey) have started to grow on me, while ones I liked so much before the elimination part of the show started (Hok) aren't as good as I wanted them to be. I'm still pissed that they kicked off Jesus two weeks ago. Stupid show! Nobody fucks with the Jesus.

We met the internets, part 3 (and then went home)

Due to our late Friday cavorting, we all slept in late Saturday, and ate some cereal and made some sammiches to bring with us on our trip to Lexington. EEK was scheduled to speak and also to receive a Major Award at a GSA event, so we decided to tag along. Between Louisville and Lexington lies the Bourbon trail, several bourbon distilleries holed up amidst the horse farms of Kentucky. We decided to stop at the Woodford Reserve distillery to take a tour, learn more about bourbon, and get a free tasting.


Like I said before, I'm not a huge fan of bourbon (or whiskey in general, for that matter), but I wanted to try to be in the spirit of things (so to speak) when I was in Kentucky and was really interested to see how a bourbon distillery would be different than a winery in terms of a tour, tasting, and actual process of creating bourbon. The tour at Woodford Reserve was excellent, starting off with a short video and then progressing onto a little bus to take us down to the buildings where they make, distill, barrel, store, and bottle the bourbon.



When we first got down to where the bourbon happens, the smell of alcohol in the air was nearly palpable. Granted, it was in the 90s temperature-wise and quite humid, so maybe that had something to do with it, but it seemed to me that the very air around the stone buildings was filled with the scent of bourbon. Through the tour, I felt a little buzz or maybe contact high from all the fumes, and before we were taken into the area we were warned to turn off cell phones and, if taking pictures, not to use flash. The tour guide explained how horrible bourbon fires can be, and that when one starts the best they can do is try to contain it to one building - there's no putting it out. If, say, the building where the bourbon is stored were to go up in flames, they'd basically go out of business because a) they wouldn't have any product, and b) it would take 4-6 years before they had more product to sell. Dan thought they were being a little paranoid, but me being the pyrophobe that I am I didn't blame them for being cautious.



Bourbon is made a little like beer (and in fact, in one of the steps they call it beer), grain fermented in giant vats with yeast and then distilled. The distillery we visited is apparently the only one that uses copper distillers and distills three times before barreling. The barrels used must be new white oak that's been toasted and then charred on the inside, and the tour guide said that after their barrels have been used once they get sold to other countries for making other kinds of whiskey. The bourbon gets stored for at least 4 years (Woodford generally does it for six) in a stone building, and the barrels are tapped a few times over the course of the aging process to be checked for quality. Their master taster decides when a barrel's ready to be bottled, and it then gets bottled on site and shipped out to the distributor. What surprised me more than anything were the strict regulations put on the bourbon making process, without which the product could not be called bourbon.


When the tour was over, we got to taste a thimblefull and hurried on our way to Lexington to watch EEK's speech and reciept of Major Award. After the event, we met up with A Smart and Rowdy Bitch, who recommended going out for pie (I like pie!). It was lovely to meet her and chat about reality teevee and eat pie (and cheesecake). Alas, all too soon we had to drive back to Louisville to prepare for our trip home - EEK was kind enough to take us to a grocery store so we could stock up on supplies, and we also finally made it to White Castle which I'm sure was the highlight of the entire trip for Dan (he restrained himself and only ate six of their miniburger things) (I had a mini chicken sandwich and some fries. EEK had fries.) (The fries were just OK. In and Out is still tops in my book.)


Dark and early Sunday we loaded up the last stuff into the car, woke EEK up to say adieu, and headed west again. We drove the entire trip with only a few stops for gas/pee with the exception of about 45 minutes in St Louis (I wanted to give it another chance). Turns out we would have gotten a discount on the trip in the dryer up to the top of the arch with our National Parks pass, but we decided it wasn't worth another hour in St Louis, so we got back in the car. It didn't get dark until we were pretty much back in Colorado, and I proved once again that my previously unknown superpower is far more powerful than I would have liked (I wished for rain or perhaps clouds during the really hot part of the afternoon driving across Kansas; we got a big thunder/lightning/wind/rainstorm at the Kansas-Colorado border which lasted an hour or so). Dan said that I'd wished for a white Christmas and cursed Colorado with days of blizzards, but I figure this was an improvement over that because at least it didn't shut down the airport or anything.


Finally, late on Sunday night we were home, and the kitties told us how much they missed us (Loki) and how much they were mad at us for leaving them alone (Petra). We fell exhausted into bed after the most necessary shower I've had since coming home from Burning Man. Because seriously, 17 hours in a car in 90+ degree weather, no A/C, across the humid midwest in July = seriously sweaty and stinky people. All in all, we had a wonderful trip, with a wonderful host who showed us some of the best things about her hometown, and we got to meet all kinds of awesome people. But I think it will be a while before I'm ready to get in a car and go that sort of distance again.

We met the internets, part 2

Thursday we slept in 'til 10:30 (very little sleep Tuesday night and long drive made for sleepy mle and Dan), then went to Bardstown Road to window shop and poke our heads into various stores. We were particularly enamored of the "Why Louisville" store, run by one of the guys who started LebowskiFest, and we also enjoyed some of the book and music stores. I tried on a dress in a swanky boutique (it was green!) but it just didn't look right. We met up with Todd again for lunch at an Indian place, then spent a while in EarXTacy and poked into some more stores.


This is not the longest avenue. They totally lied.

When EEK came home from work, we all changed into non-sweaty clothes and went out to meet the Traveling McMahans, Dana and Brian, who had just returned from their 3-week-long, year-in-the-making anniversary trip. We had a lovely patio repast of cheese and crackers, nuts, and pastis, which I'd never heard of, but loved. Dana is another past member of the same message board through which we know EEK (and each other!) so it was nice to finally get to meet her (and her husband) (and their doggie Truffle) and to hear about their amazing trip.

We had dinner at a restaurant that's got a Filipino Elvis sitting by the front door and then went to the Bourbon Bistro to taste some bourbon. EEK went with her old standby (Woodford Reserve), I had a glass of wine, and Dan did a tasting flight of "Old" bourbons. I only remember the name of one of them (Old Forester) and he let me taste them even though I'm not known for liking bourbon, but when in Rome, right? The Old Forester was even kind of tasty. Though the place was pretty swanky we felt OK in our casual clothes, and between stops EEK did her best to show us the town, zipping us around various Louisville neighborhoods in Nigel with his top down (ooh la la!).

Friday EEK played hooky from work, and we started off the morning (actually noonish) with brunch at this place with an overabundance of stuff to look at (and play with, they give you toys at your table!) After our meal, we headed over to the great big cemetery where they buried Colonel Sanders, though we were too lazy to pick up a map to show us how to get there. I heard rumors of there being a rotating bucket of chicken atop his grave, but wasn't willing to put forth the effort to actually see this 8th wonder of the world. Mostly, we wandered around in the heat and humidity sticking to the shade and looking at dead people. It's really only in cemetaries that I tend to realize how lucky most people have it now - we saw family plots with several headstones showing one date (presumably, baby born dead or living only a few hours) or very short times between birth and death. Nowadays, it's a tragedy when a family loses a baby at birth or within a few days (and it's so much more rare) whereas back in the day a lot of people had several kids in the hopes that a few would grow to adulthood. Thank goodness for modern medicine.


We threw pennies in a memorial fountain (dedicated to two successful bachelor brothers who apparently lived together and liked it that way), marveled at the elaborate monuments erected in memory of the deceased (penises! all of them!) and I poked my head into my first crypts (they only put people underground where I come from). One family had this very Greek-looking gazebo columny thing with a statue inside, which I thought was both excessive and beautiful. Then, we were way too hot, so we went back to EEK's to bask in some A/C for a while.


Dan's already written about our afternoon at the track, and my only thing to add is that a) I managed to drink about 2/3 of the beer before getting grossed out and giving up, and b) I totally called it when Put Away the Halo was going to win and he/she DID, and even though I had no money riding on the outcome (I'm just not a gambler) I still feel as though I should have bragging rights. Because seriously, despite the favorites in each race and the ever-shifting odds, it seemed like any horse could win in any given race. Which I guess is part of the fun.

After the afternoon at Churchill Downs, we got cheap burritos at Qdoba and took advantage of their free wireless. I got an email from an old friend from out of the blue, and found out that my coworker's kitty died. So I was both happy and sad when we headed out to see some live music performed by some of EEK's friends. The band that played after was too loud and bangy, so we went back to the Nachbar to chill out, and found that they also had live music - an old-timey-music style band (think O Brother Where Art Thou music as played by hipsters) which was passing through town and just asked Nachbar if they could play for a while. I really liked the music and ended up buying a CD, despite my distaste for the band's name (Special Ed and the Short Bus? Seriously?) The Nachbar takes good care of its regulars (and guests of regulars, wow, super generous pours!) and was a great place to spend a summer night.

We met the internets, part 1

A week ago, we hopped in the (non air-conditioned) car, threw in a couple of bags, a tent, and some food, and drove east on I-70 for about six hours. During this part of the trip through western Kansas, we learned a few things by watching road signs. People in western Kansas are really concerned about the fate of unborn fetuses, and some of the signs were actually pretty offensive. One can see the world's largest prairie dog in western Kansas, and there are signs advertising roadside attractions that are actually over a hundred miles away (who detours over 200 miles roundtrip to see some dumbass roadside attraction?). We also learned that humidity pretty much starts at the Kansas-Colorado border, and just gets stickier and muggier as one continues east. Our original plan was to camp at a state park west of Salina but we realized we had to drive INTO Salina to find dinner (Subway sammiches), and after a quick stop at the weirdest liquor store I've ever seen (we were looking for wine, but they didn't have it) and the procurement of some groceries, we sucked it up and went to the KOA. That was right by the highway. On July 3. At least it had an actual bathroom, which was pretty much the only thing it had going for it - the floodlights around the place stayed on all night, the ground shook every time a big truck drove by, and the womens' showers weren't even useable. And of course, people in Salina were setting off fireworks most of the night. The family camped next to us was, shall we say, interesting - perhaps Quiverfull? - they had 10 kids ranging in age from older teen to one-month-old infant (and yeah, I asked, and no, I don't think I'd choose to take MY one-month-old on a weeks-long roadtrip). Dad appeared to be in his 40s, the woman appeared to be in her mid-30s (at the oldest) which means the oldest kid was born when she was super young. They also had two dogs that made doggy noises all night. Man, that was weird.


We woke up really early and got the heck out of there on Wednesday, calling Cagey after it was a decent hour to let her know where we were and to solidify plans to meet for brunch. We met Cagey and Average Jane at an IHOP just west of Kansas City, and had a lovely time. We also got to meet Arun, the famously gorgeous Internet Baby, who began to study up on his new role as the Older Brother by learning how to be more useful to his mom. Cagey was due to give birth on Friday, and she still came out to meet a couple of strangers from the internets. And her daughter Anjali finally made her appearance last night!


After KC, we continued on our merry way across Missouri (hotter, muggier), and in Saint Louis I got to see the arch a little through the rainstorm. The storm got worse as we headed east, and we ended up in a torrential downpour for nearly an hour - and of course, drivers were being ridiculously stupid in how they chose to drive through the weather. It didn't let up until halfway through Illinois, and both Illinois and Indiana looked the same from the highway - lots of green trees, no mountains or hills. Some flowers. We made it to Louisville at around sunset, and called EEK, who navigated us to her house in Germantown. We were hot and sticky and gross, so after we ate dinner we took showers and then went out to the Nachbar to meet Todd of Death Wore a Feathered Mullet (and some other people). It was the night of the 4th, and people in EEK's neighborhood seemed to get pretty excited about their street fireworks, so much so that a couple of guys put on a show for us as we sat on Nachbar's patio - these were real, up in the sky type fireworks, and the show went on a good long while.

Oh, and also

Today is our 6 year anniversary.

Happy anniversary, Danielsan. I know you won't see this because you're on your way to pick me up, but I wanted to write it anyhow.

*VAPT*

How lucky am I that I get to marry my best friend? So lucky! *squish*

Leaving in a hot car

I've got about five different blog entries in different states of completion, but they may not get posted anytime soon because in a couple of hours Dan and I are taking Moxie and blowing this popsicle stand. We're headed east on I-70, camping in Kansas tonight, meeting up with Cagey of Rancid Raves for breakfast tomorrow morning (we hope! stay put, little baby!) and ending our journey in Louisville, KY, where our friend and Impressive Clergyman EEK is gracious enough to host us for a couple of days. We've known EEK for years but never been to Louisville, and she's talked it up so much that we just can't stay away any longer. While we're there, we hope to live it up in true Louisville style - EEK's mentioned the track and there will likely be bourbon and bars and debauchery of all types. We're excited to see a new city and I'm excited to see a part of the country I've never seen before - I'll be able to add Kansas and Missouri and Kentucky to the list of states with which I've graced my presence.

Moxie's all tuned up (though somewhat the worse for wear; someone spilled a bunch of latex paint in the alley near our garbage cans and it spattered the back of the car, which is really annoying, but luckily it's nearly the same color paint as the car, and also it kind of scrapes off with my fingernail) and our neighbors will be feeding/watering the kitties, so we're pretty much ready to hit the road. I'm also excited because we have two (two!) sets of tickets. Yesterday, we used our gift certificate to the Denver Center for Performing Arts to buy tix to Spamalot (mezzanine level, opening night, sweet!), and today I took advantage of Southwest airlines to buy tix to California in August for wedding-related activities. I nearly kissed the TV the first time I saw them advertising nonstop Southwest flights between Denver and Oakland, and they're so cheap!

Hmmm, what else is new. It is really, really hot here. We have been sweltering under our ceiling fan, next to our box fan, and in front of our tower fan, because we live in an old house with no AC. Our kitties sprawl out in the coolest areas of the house and park themselves in front of/underneath the fans as well, telling us in the only ways they know how that oh, how poor and pitiful they are, those hot kitties. So hot. Loki doesn't sleep with us when it's that hot, but creeps in during the cool part of the morning and flops on his side to spoon whichever of us is getting the most fan action. Our tomatoes and peppers love the heat, though, and I'm started to get excited about freshly made salsa from the garden.

Exciting things are happening in the lives of several of my friends - new relationships, new babies (woo! wheels is a daddy!), and sad things are happening as well (coworker's 8-year-old cat stopped eating on Saturday after long illness). After a couple of weeks of feeling stagnant, I'm looking forward to this trip as a little get-away; I'm hoping to push away the stress I've been feeling surrounding a particular upcoming event about which I cannot blog (not our wedding) and just let it all out the window where it can live nestled and carnelian-colored amongst the corn in Kansas.