For those of you who didn't receive my mass email about voting stuff, here are a few links that might whet your whistle:
Just Vote - voter registration information, no matter what state you live in
Project Vote Smart - breakdown of candidate and elected official information
George Bush's official website
Kerry/Edwards campaign site
Nader for President site
Federal Elections Commission
Cake Club New York's Political Coverage - a club I belong to that is very pro-woman, and therefore anti-Bush
My friend Erin's website - awesome site for pro-Democratic coverage
And, of course, the lovely place where I work, The Committee of Seventy.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
It is supposed to rain for the next week straight and since my desk is located right next to a window displaying a grey, grimy, rain-sodden day, I am in no mood whatsoever to get any work done. (Any excuse would do really...)
So I just returned from an AWESOME vacation down on the River Kwai. Actually, it was the Colorado River - you know, the one that runs through Grand Canyon (Vince will be so proud that I didn't use "the"). If you fail to recall anything about me, then I tell you now that this is the white water rafting trip that Vincent and I planned a year or so ago when we were still dating. It was one of those things that we just forced ourselves to pay for before we could protest.
And I am so happy we did it...
We spent one night in Las Vegas before the start of our outdoor adventure, and for once it was well worth the price of admission, if only to come home with a picture of Michelle as a Borg from the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton. Now if she ever chooses to defy me, I will dedicate a site to the hairless Borg, Michelle! Mwhahahahahahahaaaa...!
Unfortunately, even though Mel (yet another college roommate of mine) was also in Las Vegas that weekend, we didn't manage to meet up, mostly due to the fact that I am an old lady trapped in a 24-year-old body who needs to regulate her sleep and be in bed by the crack of sunset....
In any case, Vincent and I flew out to Marble Canyon on Sunday, September 5th, in the smallest plane I've ever ridden (with one minor exception: the initial flying lesson Vincent gave me in a Cesna last year). The plane was one of those "into the brush" type of planes, where you actually have to wear earphones to block the noise out.
Of course, being so 'ittle, the views out the window were SPECTACULAR. We flew right over Marble Canyon, and sometimes it looked as though we were inside of it. I'm not really sure I could point out our route on a map, but when we landed, we were on a dirt strip in the middle of the desert with nothing but a one-horse town to greet us.
We were staying at the Marble Canyon Lodge, which for all intents and purposes was the only housing facility in sight. There was one general store, one restaurant, one gas station/convenience store, one post office, and one lodge/conference center. That was it. As far as the eye could see, nothing but red desert and mountains in the distance.
It seemed like the only people, other than various rafters, paddlers, kayakers and the like, that were staying at the Lodge were bikers. So it was us and the leather-clad, sun-branded, tatooed men and women of the Harley Davidson clan. I thought it was kind of odd that, of all the places in the world to travel, some bikers found themselves on this lonely stretch of road, in the middle of nowhere, AZ. It all reaked of confusion to me...
No matter. We met our fellow Outdoors Unlimited travelers and guides later that evening. In total, there were 23 of us: a family of 3 from New Jersey, 2 couples from Michigan, 3 coworkers from Utah, 1 couple from Kansas, 2 ladies from New Hampshire, 7 guides from Oregon and Northern California, and 1 stag from Sterling frickin' Massachusetts! (I still can't get over someone on that trip being from the next town over from my home town - unreal!)
Now, if I had my DSL working yet, I would have pictures for you all to view, but honestly, I just got back from vacation, still haven't settled my apartment yet, and DEFINITELY haven't had time to set up my computer.
So, back to day one on the river. By some time later in the day on Monday, the 6th, we finally donned our bulky, awkward, yellow life vests and put our boats into the water. Vince and I were on the one paddle boat with the couple from Kansas (Hunter and Alex dropped out of the trip at the last minute - I'm guessing it's because they broke up and Hunter went ahead and married another girl (who incidentally, was 7 months pregnant at the time of the trip with Hunter's baby)), but there were 5 oar boats on the trip too. Two boats were for gear - kitchen stuff, toilets, trash, sleeping bags, tents, etc. - and the other three for passengers. The difference between the two kinds of boats are that paddle boats are smaller, lighter and powered by 6 individual paddlers, while the oar boats have two huge wooden oars and are powered by a single guide.
I must admit that I am very proud of Vince. First for even electing to go on the paddle boat, second for toughing it out in nature without complaint, and third for actually having a good time! He only fell out of the boat once during the whole trip, thus becoming our one and only inaugeral swimmer, and he was totally into the paddling portion of the whole trip. It was nice to see him out-of-doors not whining about ticks, or mosquitos, or poison ivy, or sleeping on the ground, or pain, or anything. He actually fit in with the whole serenity of nature karma.
Before I go on, I should probably point out that I am not going to fill in all the details of EVERY WAKING MOMENT on my blog, but if you want an alternate view, you can always look at Vince's website.
Anywho...
So there were five days floating/paddling down the river. I can't really explain to you what happens to an individual once they travel out into nature like that. We didn't run into any other people for any significant periods of time, and we turned into some sort of (dys)functional family. There is no noise pollution, no light pollution, no 7-Eleven. Just you, your portable toilet (really a green ammo can with a toilet seat fitted on top), and all the golf-ball sized bats nature can throw at you. It's magical to me that there are any places on earth like that left anymore.
Vince and I even had a little routine: up at 5:30AM, dress for the day, pack the waterproof bags, eat breakfast, wash up, white-water rafting, eat lunch, white-water rafting, hiking, write in our journals, eat dinner, go to sleep. It really was living life simply.
Of course, life isn't without it's foibles. I began drinking so much water during the day that the paddle boat should have been renamed the "piddle" boat. Every hour (at least) I had to ask Robyn (the paddle boat guide) to pull to shore for a pee break. We'd go all forward and paddle like crazy people to hit a beach because I was wearing paddle paints, which meant that I could piddle in them, but then I would have to sit in a puddle of my own urine for the rest of the day (i.e. the pants are waterproof - both inside and out). It turned into the big group joke - me and my pea-sized bladder, a genetic defect thanks to my lovely mother.
Although in my defense, I will say that everyone who rafted with me for the day (there were plenty of spots open so people could switch boats each day) was happy that we made so many potty stops. I think that most people were afraid to stand tall, stand proud, and declare, "I must piddle, NOW!"
And thus concludes the potty talk portion of my blog...
In fact, that concludes today's portion of my Blog. I have many, many things to accomplish today and here I am, wasting my time talking to myself! I will write later, if I can...
So I just returned from an AWESOME vacation down on the River Kwai. Actually, it was the Colorado River - you know, the one that runs through Grand Canyon (Vince will be so proud that I didn't use "the"). If you fail to recall anything about me, then I tell you now that this is the white water rafting trip that Vincent and I planned a year or so ago when we were still dating. It was one of those things that we just forced ourselves to pay for before we could protest.
And I am so happy we did it...
We spent one night in Las Vegas before the start of our outdoor adventure, and for once it was well worth the price of admission, if only to come home with a picture of Michelle as a Borg from the Star Trek Experience at the Hilton. Now if she ever chooses to defy me, I will dedicate a site to the hairless Borg, Michelle! Mwhahahahahahahaaaa...!
Unfortunately, even though Mel (yet another college roommate of mine) was also in Las Vegas that weekend, we didn't manage to meet up, mostly due to the fact that I am an old lady trapped in a 24-year-old body who needs to regulate her sleep and be in bed by the crack of sunset....
In any case, Vincent and I flew out to Marble Canyon on Sunday, September 5th, in the smallest plane I've ever ridden (with one minor exception: the initial flying lesson Vincent gave me in a Cesna last year). The plane was one of those "into the brush" type of planes, where you actually have to wear earphones to block the noise out.
Of course, being so 'ittle, the views out the window were SPECTACULAR. We flew right over Marble Canyon, and sometimes it looked as though we were inside of it. I'm not really sure I could point out our route on a map, but when we landed, we were on a dirt strip in the middle of the desert with nothing but a one-horse town to greet us.
We were staying at the Marble Canyon Lodge, which for all intents and purposes was the only housing facility in sight. There was one general store, one restaurant, one gas station/convenience store, one post office, and one lodge/conference center. That was it. As far as the eye could see, nothing but red desert and mountains in the distance.
It seemed like the only people, other than various rafters, paddlers, kayakers and the like, that were staying at the Lodge were bikers. So it was us and the leather-clad, sun-branded, tatooed men and women of the Harley Davidson clan. I thought it was kind of odd that, of all the places in the world to travel, some bikers found themselves on this lonely stretch of road, in the middle of nowhere, AZ. It all reaked of confusion to me...
No matter. We met our fellow Outdoors Unlimited travelers and guides later that evening. In total, there were 23 of us: a family of 3 from New Jersey, 2 couples from Michigan, 3 coworkers from Utah, 1 couple from Kansas, 2 ladies from New Hampshire, 7 guides from Oregon and Northern California, and 1 stag from Sterling frickin' Massachusetts! (I still can't get over someone on that trip being from the next town over from my home town - unreal!)
Now, if I had my DSL working yet, I would have pictures for you all to view, but honestly, I just got back from vacation, still haven't settled my apartment yet, and DEFINITELY haven't had time to set up my computer.
So, back to day one on the river. By some time later in the day on Monday, the 6th, we finally donned our bulky, awkward, yellow life vests and put our boats into the water. Vince and I were on the one paddle boat with the couple from Kansas (Hunter and Alex dropped out of the trip at the last minute - I'm guessing it's because they broke up and Hunter went ahead and married another girl (who incidentally, was 7 months pregnant at the time of the trip with Hunter's baby)), but there were 5 oar boats on the trip too. Two boats were for gear - kitchen stuff, toilets, trash, sleeping bags, tents, etc. - and the other three for passengers. The difference between the two kinds of boats are that paddle boats are smaller, lighter and powered by 6 individual paddlers, while the oar boats have two huge wooden oars and are powered by a single guide.
I must admit that I am very proud of Vince. First for even electing to go on the paddle boat, second for toughing it out in nature without complaint, and third for actually having a good time! He only fell out of the boat once during the whole trip, thus becoming our one and only inaugeral swimmer, and he was totally into the paddling portion of the whole trip. It was nice to see him out-of-doors not whining about ticks, or mosquitos, or poison ivy, or sleeping on the ground, or pain, or anything. He actually fit in with the whole serenity of nature karma.
Before I go on, I should probably point out that I am not going to fill in all the details of EVERY WAKING MOMENT on my blog, but if you want an alternate view, you can always look at Vince's website.
Anywho...
So there were five days floating/paddling down the river. I can't really explain to you what happens to an individual once they travel out into nature like that. We didn't run into any other people for any significant periods of time, and we turned into some sort of (dys)functional family. There is no noise pollution, no light pollution, no 7-Eleven. Just you, your portable toilet (really a green ammo can with a toilet seat fitted on top), and all the golf-ball sized bats nature can throw at you. It's magical to me that there are any places on earth like that left anymore.
Vince and I even had a little routine: up at 5:30AM, dress for the day, pack the waterproof bags, eat breakfast, wash up, white-water rafting, eat lunch, white-water rafting, hiking, write in our journals, eat dinner, go to sleep. It really was living life simply.
Of course, life isn't without it's foibles. I began drinking so much water during the day that the paddle boat should have been renamed the "piddle" boat. Every hour (at least) I had to ask Robyn (the paddle boat guide) to pull to shore for a pee break. We'd go all forward and paddle like crazy people to hit a beach because I was wearing paddle paints, which meant that I could piddle in them, but then I would have to sit in a puddle of my own urine for the rest of the day (i.e. the pants are waterproof - both inside and out). It turned into the big group joke - me and my pea-sized bladder, a genetic defect thanks to my lovely mother.
Although in my defense, I will say that everyone who rafted with me for the day (there were plenty of spots open so people could switch boats each day) was happy that we made so many potty stops. I think that most people were afraid to stand tall, stand proud, and declare, "I must piddle, NOW!"
And thus concludes the potty talk portion of my blog...
In fact, that concludes today's portion of my Blog. I have many, many things to accomplish today and here I am, wasting my time talking to myself! I will write later, if I can...
Thursday, August 19, 2004
It feels like winter in my office today and I already turned the A/C off, but I guess that's just a reminder that I shouldn't attempt to wear capris to work anymore and I should seriously consider wearing more long-sleeved shirts to work. But for the time being, I suppose I will just have to deal.
So let's talk about the movie I saw last night: Napoleon Dynamite. What a weird flick. First of all, I didn't know there was such a thing as MTV Films, and I'm not sure if I really want to embrace any more of their feature-length efforts. Well, that's being a little harsh especially since I must admit that the dance sequence is worth the price of admission (hey, I still live in a city where I can go to the movies on a Wednesday night for $5.50, so HA!).
In any case, the movie features Napoleon Dynamite, some dysfunctional kid from Idaho, and the whole movie reads akin to this:
Don : Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again?
Napoleon Dynamite : I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines!
Don : Did you shoot any?
Napoleon Dynamite : Yes, like 50 of 'em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that?
Don : What kind of gun did you use?
Napoleon Dynamite : A freakin' 12-gauge, what do you think?
Granted, you almost have to see the way it's acted, so I guess my overall rating is: Walk, don't run, to your second-run movie theatre...
So, what else is going on in the wonderful, wacky world of Ryan? Well, I am moving to my new apartment next Wednesday, which means that my life now exists in boxes and/or in packing them. This weekend Corinne and I are hosting round 2 of the sidewalk sale, which is to say that Corinne might actually be lightening the load on the Mambo Movers' backs by selling all her books, clothing, furniture, and bags for a discounted price to any freak or drunk who walks down 9th Street for a Pat's or Geno's steak all day on Saturday...whew!
We will probably also be hitting up the paint store this weekend in search for those perfect shades of yellow, pink and orange to paint our respective rooms (and the kitchen! - try to guess which color goes with whom). On Tuesday we've invited all the world (or the limited world of Philadelphia-area friends and family) to come join us in our paint-a-thon. We've offered them hours of entertainment in the form of a BYO, with take-out pizza, and multi-colored paint brushes. If they're really lucky, they can also clean our apartment! Woo-hoo! (Would you believe that more people in my life are willing to come watch me paint than to join me for a fun evening at the movie theatre? Sometimes life can be so wonderfully weird.)
And that's about it in my life. Anthony comes home from the Olympics at the end of the month (but not soon enough), and then I start counting down the days, hours and minutes to my trip to the Grand Canyon (a lifelong dream of mine) with Vincent! Hopefully, after all that happens, life will settle down to a low rumble and I will be able to re-adjust myself to a new life in Philadelphia before heading off to the Dominican Republic with Jimmy in November (instead of Where's Waldo?, you guys will all be playing some version of Where's Ryan in the next few months). It'll be nice to sit back and relax for a change - you know, I even typed that with a straight face, as if I really am the kind of person who knows how to sit back and relax...ha!
Anywho. It's been really great talking to you, but I'm afraid I have to run back to my cave now. Looking forward to Autumn weather (damn the humidity!)...
So let's talk about the movie I saw last night: Napoleon Dynamite. What a weird flick. First of all, I didn't know there was such a thing as MTV Films, and I'm not sure if I really want to embrace any more of their feature-length efforts. Well, that's being a little harsh especially since I must admit that the dance sequence is worth the price of admission (hey, I still live in a city where I can go to the movies on a Wednesday night for $5.50, so HA!).
In any case, the movie features Napoleon Dynamite, some dysfunctional kid from Idaho, and the whole movie reads akin to this:
Don : Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again?
Napoleon Dynamite : I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines!
Don : Did you shoot any?
Napoleon Dynamite : Yes, like 50 of 'em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that?
Don : What kind of gun did you use?
Napoleon Dynamite : A freakin' 12-gauge, what do you think?
Granted, you almost have to see the way it's acted, so I guess my overall rating is: Walk, don't run, to your second-run movie theatre...
So, what else is going on in the wonderful, wacky world of Ryan? Well, I am moving to my new apartment next Wednesday, which means that my life now exists in boxes and/or in packing them. This weekend Corinne and I are hosting round 2 of the sidewalk sale, which is to say that Corinne might actually be lightening the load on the Mambo Movers' backs by selling all her books, clothing, furniture, and bags for a discounted price to any freak or drunk who walks down 9th Street for a Pat's or Geno's steak all day on Saturday...whew!
We will probably also be hitting up the paint store this weekend in search for those perfect shades of yellow, pink and orange to paint our respective rooms (and the kitchen! - try to guess which color goes with whom). On Tuesday we've invited all the world (or the limited world of Philadelphia-area friends and family) to come join us in our paint-a-thon. We've offered them hours of entertainment in the form of a BYO, with take-out pizza, and multi-colored paint brushes. If they're really lucky, they can also clean our apartment! Woo-hoo! (Would you believe that more people in my life are willing to come watch me paint than to join me for a fun evening at the movie theatre? Sometimes life can be so wonderfully weird.)
And that's about it in my life. Anthony comes home
Anywho. It's been really great talking to you, but I'm afraid I have to run back to my cave now. Looking forward to Autumn weather (damn the humidity!)...
Monday, August 16, 2004
I saw two movies yesterday and I wanted to take the last five minutes I have at work to tell you about them:
Zatoichi: The Blind Swordsman - an excellent film! Especially if you love that certain segment of Japanese samurai film where the blood flies Kill-Bill-esque everytime someone gets cut, and there is a lot of subtle humor. Okay, sometimes it is not so subtle, but it is still funny. Quote to live your life by: "Even with my eyes wide open I can't see a thing."
Maria Full of Grace - a solid drama piece about one Columbian woman's story of becoming a drug mule. Of course, if you are like me and get motion-sickness from shaky camera work, then this film isn't for you. Otherwise, it's a nice, sobering flick. Feels like: Jewel, "Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?"
Happy hunting!
Zatoichi: The Blind Swordsman - an excellent film! Especially if you love that certain segment of Japanese samurai film where the blood flies Kill-Bill-esque everytime someone gets cut, and there is a lot of subtle humor. Okay, sometimes it is not so subtle, but it is still funny. Quote to live your life by: "Even with my eyes wide open I can't see a thing."
Maria Full of Grace - a solid drama piece about one Columbian woman's story of becoming a drug mule. Of course, if you are like me and get motion-sickness from shaky camera work, then this film isn't for you. Otherwise, it's a nice, sobering flick. Feels like: Jewel, "Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?"
Happy hunting!
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
There isn't much to say today, but I didn't want to leave all you loyal followers out in the cold. Granted, I don't really believe I have any loyal followers, but I was always a big fan of the game "Pretend" so you'll just have to humor me (oh wait, who am I talking to?).
In any case, Anthony is still in a land far, far away, and I am still in Philadelphia (whew! Nothing has changed yet). However, I will be moving across town in a few short weeks so if you still love me and want to pretend you're going to send me a birthday card in a few months, you can always ask me for my new address. Otherwise, I will send out the info as I see fit in a month or so.
This next bit is mostly for my mom, but if anyone cares, they can continue too: So I just bought some bedding for the new bachelorette pad. You can go online and view it all at Pottery Barn - it's the Emily Duvet (floral) and the Multi-Stripe Quilt. They're simply fantastic! And I am painting my room "osage orange" because Corinne tells me that Mandarin will be much too dark/bright. Then add to that my five miles of desk and bookcases and you've got a happy-go-lucky Ryan room! I haven't decided yet if I am going to paint all my furniture white or not, but I'm waiting to see how the walls come out to make that decision. So that's my interior designer story...
I have also been making multiple vacation plans lately. As you all (HA!) already know, I am going on that Grand Canyon rafting trip with Vincent in September, but I am also planning a long weekend in Ireland in October with Anthony and his mom, a Dominican Republic trip with (my gay boyfriend) Jimmy in November, a trip home for Thanksgiving, and possibly a trip to visit my friend Chris in the Czech Republic over Christmas.
That last vacation is a little spotty at best, but I am crossing my fingers and hoping! The others are all set in stone at this point. Vince and I have tickets to Zumanity in Las Vegas for the night of our arrival, and a hotel of course. Then we're off to the Canyon the next day, where I can laugh at his unathletic ability for a week!
Anthony is taking care of booking my flight for Ireland, so my memory is all I have to serve me on this one. I believe it is the first weekend in October and we will be traveling to Dublin. My goal is to convince my friend Darwin to drive down to visit us. It's been much too long since I last saw him!
The DR trip was just settled, for the most part, last night over a few beers and some mac n' cheese at the Royal Tavern. Jimmy and I are going on a free vacation he won in a radio contest to Punta Cana, at the Bavara Princess Resort where everything is all-inclusive. It will be my first trip to the Caribbean so I am very enthusiastic about the whole thing! I can't wait to hang out with Jimmy for five days nonstop too!!!!
Okay, I am sick of my own exclamation points now. I know how excited traveling gets me, but I really need to tame it down a bit. On top of that, I really should go because work is over - yes, indeedy - and I need to meet Corinne for our usual walk home.
So, the advice of the day: go home - you can always procrastinate tomorrow!
In any case, Anthony is still in a land far, far away, and I am still in Philadelphia (whew! Nothing has changed yet). However, I will be moving across town in a few short weeks so if you still love me and want to pretend you're going to send me a birthday card in a few months, you can always ask me for my new address. Otherwise, I will send out the info as I see fit in a month or so.
This next bit is mostly for my mom, but if anyone cares, they can continue too: So I just bought some bedding for the new bachelorette pad. You can go online and view it all at Pottery Barn - it's the Emily Duvet (floral) and the Multi-Stripe Quilt. They're simply fantastic! And I am painting my room "osage orange" because Corinne tells me that Mandarin will be much too dark/bright. Then add to that my five miles of desk and bookcases and you've got a happy-go-lucky Ryan room! I haven't decided yet if I am going to paint all my furniture white or not, but I'm waiting to see how the walls come out to make that decision. So that's my interior designer story...
I have also been making multiple vacation plans lately. As you all (HA!) already know, I am going on that Grand Canyon rafting trip with Vincent in September, but I am also planning a long weekend in Ireland in October with Anthony and his mom, a Dominican Republic trip with (my gay boyfriend) Jimmy in November, a trip home for Thanksgiving, and possibly a trip to visit my friend Chris in the Czech Republic over Christmas.
That last vacation is a little spotty at best, but I am crossing my fingers and hoping! The others are all set in stone at this point. Vince and I have tickets to Zumanity in Las Vegas for the night of our arrival, and a hotel of course. Then we're off to the Canyon the next day, where I can laugh at his unathletic ability for a week!
Anthony is taking care of booking my flight for Ireland, so my memory is all I have to serve me on this one. I believe it is the first weekend in October and we will be traveling to Dublin. My goal is to convince my friend Darwin to drive down to visit us. It's been much too long since I last saw him!
The DR trip was just settled, for the most part, last night over a few beers and some mac n' cheese at the Royal Tavern. Jimmy and I are going on a free vacation he won in a radio contest to Punta Cana, at the Bavara Princess Resort where everything is all-inclusive. It will be my first trip to the Caribbean so I am very enthusiastic about the whole thing! I can't wait to hang out with Jimmy for five days nonstop too!!!!
Okay, I am sick of my own exclamation points now. I know how excited traveling gets me, but I really need to tame it down a bit. On top of that, I really should go because work is over - yes, indeedy - and I need to meet Corinne for our usual walk home.
So, the advice of the day: go home - you can always procrastinate tomorrow!
Monday, August 02, 2004
Despite mother nature's little joke of giving me a sunburn on my arse while I was wearing 30 SPF, I had a really nice weekend with Corinne, Vincent and Christian at the Shore. The weather was beautiful, the ocean was the warmest I remember it being since I was a wee one, and, perhaps most importantly, I saw my kitties!!
Just because I know you are wondering, as you often do you little ponderer you!, Daisy and Chi-Chi are doing well. Vincent has managed not to kill them and to keep them relatively happy, fed and well-hydrated. Granted, Chi-Chi only comes out from under the bed for feeding time and poopie time (although, as we found out, he sometimes only makes it halfway down the ladder/stairs for poopie time), but that's really no different from when we lived in New York. Both of the kitties love being at the dock, and coming outside to explore the deck. For two lifelong housekitties, this has been quite the adventure!
Well, in other-than-kitty news, we had quite a relaxing weekend - except for the late nights, of course. Corinne and I were wined (or more specifically, cider-ed) and dined at Smith's Dock (not to mention "Dairy Queen!!!!"); regaled with sun, waves and a nice cool breeze on the beach; entertained for hours on end by two drunk boys; lost at the amusement park rides on the Wildwood piers (yes, my team of four literally LOST me - twice!); and then reduced to a near catatonic state by remaining in our pajamas watching TIVO from the pull-out sofa bed on Sunday morning/afternoon during the rainstorm.
To make my weekend a rousing success, Vincent agreed to drive Corinne and I home and on the way we stopped to see The Village at the Ritz 16 in Voorhees and then Friendly's for my Reese's Peanutbutter Cup sundae!!! Woo-hooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
So that was generally it. It felt good to see Vincent again and work on our friendship - and I am happy that Corinne and Vincent were able to visit with one another too. Of course, it goes without saying (but I don't want feelings hurt so here goes...) that I had a wonderful time seeing Christian as well!
The only thing that has happened since then is that today is my first paid day of work at the Committee of Seventy. It's amazing - Ryan has a job!! Which, if she wants to keep it, she should get back to pretending she's doing it...gotta love me...
Just because I know you are wondering, as you often do you little ponderer you!, Daisy and Chi-Chi are doing well. Vincent has managed not to kill them and to keep them relatively happy, fed and well-hydrated. Granted, Chi-Chi only comes out from under the bed for feeding time and poopie time (although, as we found out, he sometimes only makes it halfway down the ladder/stairs for poopie time), but that's really no different from when we lived in New York. Both of the kitties love being at the dock, and coming outside to explore the deck. For two lifelong housekitties, this has been quite the adventure!
Well, in other-than-kitty news, we had quite a relaxing weekend - except for the late nights, of course. Corinne and I were wined (or more specifically, cider-ed) and dined at Smith's Dock (not to mention "Dairy Queen!!!!"); regaled with sun, waves and a nice cool breeze on the beach; entertained for hours on end by two drunk boys; lost at the amusement park rides on the Wildwood piers (yes, my team of four literally LOST me - twice!); and then reduced to a near catatonic state by remaining in our pajamas watching TIVO from the pull-out sofa bed on Sunday morning/afternoon during the rainstorm.
To make my weekend a rousing success, Vincent agreed to drive Corinne and I home and on the way we stopped to see The Village at the Ritz 16 in Voorhees and then Friendly's for my Reese's Peanutbutter Cup sundae!!! Woo-hooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
So that was generally it. It felt good to see Vincent again and work on our friendship - and I am happy that Corinne and Vincent were able to visit with one another too. Of course, it goes without saying (but I don't want feelings hurt so here goes...) that I had a wonderful time seeing Christian as well!
The only thing that has happened since then is that today is my first paid day of work at the Committee of Seventy. It's amazing - Ryan has a job!! Which, if she wants to keep it, she should get back to pretending she's doing it...gotta love me...
Friday, July 30, 2004
Right now I am sitting in the home office of Anthropology/Urban Outfitters, waiting for Corinne to finish up work so I can get me some beach time. Unfortunately, I have now been sitting here for two hours and I could use a nap. I haven't slept through the night in weeks so that kind of makes Ryan a very sleepy girl by mid-afternoon.
In any case, Corinne and I are off to the Shore to visit Vincent this weekend. With any luck, it won't rain and we'll get some fun in the sun. Vince sent me a picture over email to prove to me what a beautiful day he was enjoying out there today, so the hope is up. It's time for lobster, boats, sand and water...
Grrrr...my eyes are burning - I am so exhausted. Ergh!
Anywho, I am trying to think through this whole fog that is wrapped around my brain, but it doesn't seem to be working. I just got off the phone with Anthony (who is the new guy I am dating) and I realize I am no better off now. Well, he was just getting on a plane to go to Europe for the next month or so. So his last conversation with me for a month and a half (because I am going on that rafting trip once he returns) will be one of no mental or spiritual merit whatsoever.
Oh my goodness, I really need to make this stop. My brain is not even remotely functioning. I will talk in your general direction once I have more focus.
However, before I go, my rant on The Bourne Supremacy: it's really beginning to piss me off that the new "cool" thing to do with Hollywood movies, especially thrillers and action movies, is to use handheld cameras and make quick MTV-like shots.. In the latest Bourne movie, the cameraman was seriously CHASING some of the actors in the scenes. And everything was shot so close-up that you couldn't tell what all the action was. It's the kind of editing and camera work that makes me nauseatingly ill. My motion sickness kicks in and I seriously want to grab the directior by the nose and rip it off his face...
Okay, Corinne is ready to go...must flee...
In any case, Corinne and I are off to the Shore to visit Vincent this weekend. With any luck, it won't rain and we'll get some fun in the sun. Vince sent me a picture over email to prove to me what a beautiful day he was enjoying out there today, so the hope is up. It's time for lobster, boats, sand and water...
Grrrr...my eyes are burning - I am so exhausted. Ergh!
Anywho, I am trying to think through this whole fog that is wrapped around my brain, but it doesn't seem to be working. I just got off the phone with Anthony (who is the new guy I am dating) and I realize I am no better off now. Well, he was just getting on a plane to go to Europe for the next month or so. So his last conversation with me for a month and a half (because I am going on that rafting trip once he returns) will be one of no mental or spiritual merit whatsoever.
Oh my goodness, I really need to make this stop. My brain is not even remotely functioning. I will talk in your general direction once I have more focus.
However, before I go, my rant on The Bourne Supremacy: it's really beginning to piss me off that the new "cool" thing to do with Hollywood movies, especially thrillers and action movies, is to use handheld cameras and make quick MTV-like shots.. In the latest Bourne movie, the cameraman was seriously CHASING some of the actors in the scenes. And everything was shot so close-up that you couldn't tell what all the action was. It's the kind of editing and camera work that makes me nauseatingly ill. My motion sickness kicks in and I seriously want to grab the directior by the nose and rip it off his face...
Okay, Corinne is ready to go...must flee...
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