Why I Want to Leave . . .

1) I don't know how to surf
2) I don't particularly want to learn
3) Expensive
4) My body, for some reason, rejects the climate here
5) Which manifests on my face
6) I look like someone punched me in the eyes and then rubbed sandpaper on them
7) Most of my friends live elsewhere
8) It's time

Williamsburg Weekend

Marisa and Jacob are officially married, and we all had a blast watching it happen. I don't have pictures of the actual event. But I have a shitload of pre-wedding instant-memories.

I'm sneaking up on Erin here. We're at a cute little Italian joint in Williamsburg -- Aurora -- where all the waitstaff have accents which may or may not be from the mother land.


And then we went to this crazy old school restaurant for drinks. It overlooks the river, it had fancy chandeliers, a doorman, and a bartender that made some mean martinis.


The next morning we had brunch at Fada -- a new to me French bistro with cute brunches. I was enjoying my Croque Madame when Marisa had to rush off to meet her hair appointment a block away.


And then we all drove to Long Island - first to Marisa's mom's house to get all prettied up, and then to Leeds Park (is that right?) for the ceremony.

june weekend

we spent this weekend celebrating laura's QE-completion, entertaining an out of town guest, bemoaning the boring-ness of the French Open finals, and taking pictures.




soon we will be in New York -- humid summer nights at last!

missing out

i missed out on early morning tennis watching and brunch at Brazil because i was SO tired and needed to sleep in. I got to have the craziest dreams though.

doing stuff amidst doing nothing

I've seen two movies: Knocked Up and Killer of Sheep. They are surprisingly similar movies. First off, they both take place in L.A. Also, they both have children in them. So, I recommend doing a double feature to get the full effect, to get wowed by how alike they are. Sometimes I get the two confused. Like, remember that time Seth Rogen was feeling dead inside, perhaps reflecting the post-apocalyptic landscape of 1970s Watts? Oh wait, damn, wrong movie.

Besides that, not much else. Spending a lot of money on really useful things, like makeup. I also got some shoes in Sacramento (Nord's rack, critika). I'm all set. No more spending, please.

Monday

We went to Sacramento this weekend to drop off the backpacks, which are too big to store conveniently in either our compact car or our compact apartment:

(this, of course, was taken about a year ago; late june, it would seem)

But also it was an excuse to kick it in the burbs, where summer seems to have officially begun. Barbeques and decks are what I want. None of this fog until noon bullshit.
But now it's Monday, and I have to go to school in a couple of hours. I woke up grumpy. And my neighbor just got his computer stolen in broad daylight.
Perhaps we will see a movie this afternoon -- Killer of Sheep. Perhaps.

scared of the dark

D + I went backpacking and camping at Henry Coe State Park -- which lies between San Jose and Gilroy just south of Santa Cruz. Sadly, we are nature wimps.
The hike to the campsite was downhill, which sounds easy. But for some reason, the decline really pissed me off. After the initial disappointment of our secluded site by the swimming hole -- which turned out to be a very pleasant spot, just not what dave romantically envisioned -- we found ourselves with loads of sunlight left and nothing to do. We tried swimming (too cold), reading (not focused enough), playing a stupid connect the dots game i used to play in church to make the sermon go by faster (really boring).
Then, at last, the sun set. But it wasn't to my relief, cause i'm scared of the dark in the woods. Thankfully Dave narrated stories he had recently read (a really depressing Flannery O'Conner story) and movies he had seen without me (Old Joy), which calmed me down and helped fall asleep.
And we woke up, and we were happy -- it was quiet and foggy and really pleasant out. Our ascent back into civilization was grueling -- my legs are still killing me -- but we ended up having a nice time. Though I don't think i want to do it again anytime soon.