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A.S.C.O.B.
I totally forgot to write about this when it happened, and although I was so excited about it I should have gotten on the computer right away, life gets busy, and so I am commenting about it now. I also feel compelled to bring this up because an acronym like this should not go ignored!
A week (or 2 ago?) the Westminster Kennel Club held a dog show. I am sure there are dog shows going on all over the country all the time, this one just happened to be broadcasted, and a few friends and I happened to watch it. I'm not sure how we we got sucked into this magical event, but we were glued!
Through all the categories, and breeds, and owners that look suspiciously like their pets, it was a competitive event. The announcers somehow made it sound exciting and by the end we were all taking the judging, grooming, and lightly brisky bouncing jogging by the owners very seriously. Sure brisky can be a word.
Suddenly between the salmon being grilled and wine being poured the announcer's voice stood out describing the next category to come up. ASCOB. Standing for Any Solid Color Other than Black. ASCOB. ASCOB. I am sorry, but wow. As the past few days went on I found this acronym could be used to describe lot's of things. It makes me wonder why we don't use more acronyms in our every day language. I'm not including texting and messaging, but everyday things. Like grocery shopping.
I don't have much more to say about this, except that I appreciate the humorous accuracy of Best In Show.
A week (or 2 ago?) the Westminster Kennel Club held a dog show. I am sure there are dog shows going on all over the country all the time, this one just happened to be broadcasted, and a few friends and I happened to watch it. I'm not sure how we we got sucked into this magical event, but we were glued!
Through all the categories, and breeds, and owners that look suspiciously like their pets, it was a competitive event. The announcers somehow made it sound exciting and by the end we were all taking the judging, grooming, and lightly brisky bouncing jogging by the owners very seriously. Sure brisky can be a word.
Suddenly between the salmon being grilled and wine being poured the announcer's voice stood out describing the next category to come up. ASCOB. Standing for Any Solid Color Other than Black. ASCOB. ASCOB. I am sorry, but wow. As the past few days went on I found this acronym could be used to describe lot's of things. It makes me wonder why we don't use more acronyms in our every day language. I'm not including texting and messaging, but everyday things. Like grocery shopping.
I don't have much more to say about this, except that I appreciate the humorous accuracy of Best In Show.
i love it
this is definitely got to be one of my most favorite new things. except perhaps the newbies on my flag football team. but thats another story...
my teeth hurt
In attempts to take better care of myself I am bringing back some healthy habits. Which at one point or another were in place in this life of mine, and have since, for some reason or another faded away.
Habit #1: Wearing my retainer at night. I got my set of braces on picture day of eigth grade. I remember because my science teacher Mrs. Crockwell (who everyone said wore a wig, which I guess from all the rumors and gossip was a big deal in middle school) made me change clothes in the middle of the day. Because it was picture day, I was wearing this very cute orange, red, and yellow flowered print dress. I still remember the exact pattern, and could probably draw it for you. The class was doing an experiment in the middle of the hall, and I couldn't bend over. Lack of material on the bottom portion of the dress? No...not at all...
I got my braces off on my 16th birthday. This was kind of the big deal of my birthday because a few weeks earlier my father had caught me driving around the neighborhood with some friends. I actually hadn't even fully backed out of the driveway before I saw him pull up. With only a permit, this was illegal and rather stupid on my part. My parents felt it fair to extend my license of freedom for another four months. Really though, I had done it tons of times before, my dad just happened to get home early that one particular day.
When they took my braces off the orthodontic (who keep in mind had my entire community by the balls, I think my entire HS has the same smile) they decided to put a permanent retainer on my bottom teeth. Easier I suppose, and really I don't even notice it. Except when it's time to floss, but I'll get to that later. I also recieved a removable top retainer I only have to wear at night. No big deal right? I have a lousy memory. My family had dogs. Things happen. 3 replacement retainers and 8 years later I'm still carrying the damn thing around in it's hot pink case. Both my parents had braces themselves, and although they do have nice smiles (and faces :) ) their teeth have shifted a bit. Well fuck. My parents didn't dish out thousands of dollars for nothing. Im pretty sure I at least owe it to them to keep some part of me straight.
So last night, after about a year, I popped the sucker back in. And now, yes, my teeth hurt.
More habits to come...
Habit #1: Wearing my retainer at night. I got my set of braces on picture day of eigth grade. I remember because my science teacher Mrs. Crockwell (who everyone said wore a wig, which I guess from all the rumors and gossip was a big deal in middle school) made me change clothes in the middle of the day. Because it was picture day, I was wearing this very cute orange, red, and yellow flowered print dress. I still remember the exact pattern, and could probably draw it for you. The class was doing an experiment in the middle of the hall, and I couldn't bend over. Lack of material on the bottom portion of the dress? No...not at all...
I got my braces off on my 16th birthday. This was kind of the big deal of my birthday because a few weeks earlier my father had caught me driving around the neighborhood with some friends. I actually hadn't even fully backed out of the driveway before I saw him pull up. With only a permit, this was illegal and rather stupid on my part. My parents felt it fair to extend my license of freedom for another four months. Really though, I had done it tons of times before, my dad just happened to get home early that one particular day.
When they took my braces off the orthodontic (who keep in mind had my entire community by the balls, I think my entire HS has the same smile) they decided to put a permanent retainer on my bottom teeth. Easier I suppose, and really I don't even notice it. Except when it's time to floss, but I'll get to that later. I also recieved a removable top retainer I only have to wear at night. No big deal right? I have a lousy memory. My family had dogs. Things happen. 3 replacement retainers and 8 years later I'm still carrying the damn thing around in it's hot pink case. Both my parents had braces themselves, and although they do have nice smiles (and faces :) ) their teeth have shifted a bit. Well fuck. My parents didn't dish out thousands of dollars for nothing. Im pretty sure I at least owe it to them to keep some part of me straight.
So last night, after about a year, I popped the sucker back in. And now, yes, my teeth hurt.
More habits to come...
1989-1999
I recently had a get together and thought it might be fun to celebrate a recent decade. I chose 1989-1999. It seems though, people had more fun with the disposable camera's hanging from the ceiling, than the trivia set up on the wall:
4 days and $900 later
This adventure began about a month ago when we spotted an e-mail from Hotwire.com. Usually registering in my mind as junk mail. I'm surprised we actually opened it. The e-mail was offering a $599, 4 night, all inclusive deal to Cabo, Mexico. I bit. Hard.
The flight down was a measly three hours. It was great. We got to watch Dan In Real Life. A movie that made me laugh, and yes, as cheesy as it is, cry as well. I would watch it again. And did actually. On the flight home. As soon as we arrived and walked out of the airport into the nice warm air, we were bombarded with taxi pick-up services. Bombarded! Thank god my wonderful lady friend had booked our transportation ahead of time.
The hotel exceeded my expectations. If only for the huge whale slide that went from the top pool into the bottom one. It was fast. The service, rooms, location, it all was amazing. The food was the real winner though. Some of the best seafood I have ever come across. Some of the best guac, chips, even Italian bruschetta was out of this world.
Our 4 days was filled with nothing, nothing, and more nothing. Unless lying in the sun for hours on end counts as something, it was nothing. With jet skis, hiking, and whale watching thrown in there somewhere, it was a much needed and much appreciated birthday vacation. Oh, there were dolphins too, and drunk grandmothers, and a very cute 20 something named Juan. Who by the way, is a dancing machine.
Upon checkout we received our "bill". Or at least what our bill would have been had we not had a silver bracelet around our wrists we flashed whenever we wanted something. $900 is what we would have spent. $900 on just food and drink. No flight, no transportation, no hotel. It fascinated and disgusted me at the same time. Sure we ate and drank a bit more lavishly than we would have had it not been "free". At the same time though, we are not big partiers or drinkers (my Ultimate friends may disagree), and so I can only imagine what our bill would be like had we taken full advantage.
Ive decided all inclusive is the only way to go. The feeling of not having to sign a bill or hand over cash is nothing but freeing. One more pina colda please!
The flight down was a measly three hours. It was great. We got to watch Dan In Real Life. A movie that made me laugh, and yes, as cheesy as it is, cry as well. I would watch it again. And did actually. On the flight home. As soon as we arrived and walked out of the airport into the nice warm air, we were bombarded with taxi pick-up services. Bombarded! Thank god my wonderful lady friend had booked our transportation ahead of time.
The hotel exceeded my expectations. If only for the huge whale slide that went from the top pool into the bottom one. It was fast. The service, rooms, location, it all was amazing. The food was the real winner though. Some of the best seafood I have ever come across. Some of the best guac, chips, even Italian bruschetta was out of this world.
Our 4 days was filled with nothing, nothing, and more nothing. Unless lying in the sun for hours on end counts as something, it was nothing. With jet skis, hiking, and whale watching thrown in there somewhere, it was a much needed and much appreciated birthday vacation. Oh, there were dolphins too, and drunk grandmothers, and a very cute 20 something named Juan. Who by the way, is a dancing machine.
Upon checkout we received our "bill". Or at least what our bill would have been had we not had a silver bracelet around our wrists we flashed whenever we wanted something. $900 is what we would have spent. $900 on just food and drink. No flight, no transportation, no hotel. It fascinated and disgusted me at the same time. Sure we ate and drank a bit more lavishly than we would have had it not been "free". At the same time though, we are not big partiers or drinkers (my Ultimate friends may disagree), and so I can only imagine what our bill would be like had we taken full advantage.
Ive decided all inclusive is the only way to go. The feeling of not having to sign a bill or hand over cash is nothing but freeing. One more pina colda please!
1220
After being in a 2 year lesbian "relationship", with only a handful of people knowing, and me still pretty much in confusion stage, (note: Not Denial, that is something entirely different) I moved to San Francisco. My mom and I took an easy two days to drive down from Seattle. We took in a very beautiful sunset, and a book titled The Commitment. Written by hilarious Dan Savage. It is about Dan, his partner, his child and them flirting with the idea of marriage.
I'm not sure if I thought reading this book would somehow make my mom realize I was gay. I wasn't ready to tell her, but rather, was giving her every reason to ask me. About a week before this drive a good friend of mine had come out. Publicly that is. He is one of my good childhood and highschool friends. He's my same age, and like me, has three younger siblings. We lived about a mile down the road from one another. We've spent hundreds of dollars renting movies together. We've spent many a night sleepingover at one another's houses. We used to pick out eachother's clothes for the day before. When I used to try and pull my pants down a bit more he would snap at me and say "You're a girl, you're supposed to have hips. Pull your pants up!" Oh, and his dad was my pediatrition. We were close.
My mom called his mother, her friend, when she found out he was gay. For support I suppose. They both seemed fine with it. This was 'the go' I could have taken advantage of. The segway into, "Hey mom, guess what, me too!" Instead I didn't say anything, and let the easy in go on by.
So we moved down to San Francisco. Well the bay area actually. We moved in with a friend until I got my two feet on the ground and was able to move into the city. I got off to a quick start, getting three jobs in two days. I'm not sure whether it was to cure my boredom, the fact that I didn't know anyone, or that I was trying to stay busy getting over the love of my life. My day started at 4am setting out pastries at Starbucks. After taking cash from the very attractive, thin, rich suburbanites I headed half a mile down the road to a very delicous and nice restaurant. I was the lunch server, hostess, bartender, etc. I wasn't a very good bartender, but I was a damn good flirt. My best day there a very kind older couple gave me a $100 tip. Getting out around 3:30 I would head home to catch a bit of Ellen. Around 5 I was expected at my evening gig. That place was great. Attractive wait staff, reliable customers, and a young owner who cooked damn good food. My nights were spent hanging out with mom, catching a tv movie and getting to bed early. Just to do it all over again the next day.
About a month in I started to get restless. I needed to explore. I needed to get in the depth of things. I needed to find out for sure. I needed, to be a lesbian. Google let me down with the harsh reality that there was only one gay bar in this damn town. One gay bar in this whole city when half an hour away and right over the bridge the streets were crawling with them!!! In my agony I went searching for this bar one night. I drove up and down the street, and nothing. No sign of short haired women, or metro men. Nothing.
Days, and weeks, and months later I did move into the city. I was set free to explore and experience what I have found to be a drama filled lesbian scene. At least in this city. This exploration has been a good one though and has led to me meeting most of my friends. Friends who are great, caring, fun, adventerous people. A few of us took a trip to Tahoe awhile back, and on our way home had to drive through that one gay bar city. In a sequence of events involving the Showtime series The L Word, we ended up at this bar. The 1220. It is no wonder I never found it the first time. The damn place has no sign or address to be found. Am I just supposed to know it's there? Is it invite only? It really is just one door, hidden behind a 7/11 and some bushes. Well, actually connected to the 7/11. Hell, it could seriously be the storage closet to the 7/11. No pun intended.
There are many details about this place I would love to share, and in all honesty it has become one if my most favorite bars. Those secrets are for me though, you can find out for yourself.
I'm not sure if I thought reading this book would somehow make my mom realize I was gay. I wasn't ready to tell her, but rather, was giving her every reason to ask me. About a week before this drive a good friend of mine had come out. Publicly that is. He is one of my good childhood and highschool friends. He's my same age, and like me, has three younger siblings. We lived about a mile down the road from one another. We've spent hundreds of dollars renting movies together. We've spent many a night sleepingover at one another's houses. We used to pick out eachother's clothes for the day before. When I used to try and pull my pants down a bit more he would snap at me and say "You're a girl, you're supposed to have hips. Pull your pants up!" Oh, and his dad was my pediatrition. We were close.
My mom called his mother, her friend, when she found out he was gay. For support I suppose. They both seemed fine with it. This was 'the go' I could have taken advantage of. The segway into, "Hey mom, guess what, me too!" Instead I didn't say anything, and let the easy in go on by.
So we moved down to San Francisco. Well the bay area actually. We moved in with a friend until I got my two feet on the ground and was able to move into the city. I got off to a quick start, getting three jobs in two days. I'm not sure whether it was to cure my boredom, the fact that I didn't know anyone, or that I was trying to stay busy getting over the love of my life. My day started at 4am setting out pastries at Starbucks. After taking cash from the very attractive, thin, rich suburbanites I headed half a mile down the road to a very delicous and nice restaurant. I was the lunch server, hostess, bartender, etc. I wasn't a very good bartender, but I was a damn good flirt. My best day there a very kind older couple gave me a $100 tip. Getting out around 3:30 I would head home to catch a bit of Ellen. Around 5 I was expected at my evening gig. That place was great. Attractive wait staff, reliable customers, and a young owner who cooked damn good food. My nights were spent hanging out with mom, catching a tv movie and getting to bed early. Just to do it all over again the next day.
About a month in I started to get restless. I needed to explore. I needed to get in the depth of things. I needed to find out for sure. I needed, to be a lesbian. Google let me down with the harsh reality that there was only one gay bar in this damn town. One gay bar in this whole city when half an hour away and right over the bridge the streets were crawling with them!!! In my agony I went searching for this bar one night. I drove up and down the street, and nothing. No sign of short haired women, or metro men. Nothing.
Days, and weeks, and months later I did move into the city. I was set free to explore and experience what I have found to be a drama filled lesbian scene. At least in this city. This exploration has been a good one though and has led to me meeting most of my friends. Friends who are great, caring, fun, adventerous people. A few of us took a trip to Tahoe awhile back, and on our way home had to drive through that one gay bar city. In a sequence of events involving the Showtime series The L Word, we ended up at this bar. The 1220. It is no wonder I never found it the first time. The damn place has no sign or address to be found. Am I just supposed to know it's there? Is it invite only? It really is just one door, hidden behind a 7/11 and some bushes. Well, actually connected to the 7/11. Hell, it could seriously be the storage closet to the 7/11. No pun intended.
There are many details about this place I would love to share, and in all honesty it has become one if my most favorite bars. Those secrets are for me though, you can find out for yourself.
an ode to the city
If you live in San Francisco than this song is for you
The city full of artists and bags called Timbuktu
Streets walked by the beautiful
Streets walked by the fit
Streets walked by the successful, money hungry lit
-erature intellectuals, who drink lattes by the gallon
They’ll wait in line an hour just to pay a thousand
For one of those espresso shots poured into a cup
The Barista’s behind the counter who are snorting all it up
And the children by their sides born into all this stuff
Those lucky fucking kids, with their Jack Purcell pumps, alligator logo across their chests, north face hats, 17” Macbook pro, specially made hybrid Lexus with the organic steering wheeeeellllll…..
But San Francisco has my heart, it has it by the balls
Surrounded by water its beauty has no walls
Sure it takes 4 hours to get to the ski slopes
But its ok because our jet is faster than the Popes
Public transportation is great in this town as many know
I am not one of them, but my nanny says its so
This place is full of transplants, straighties and homo’s too
People bored from where they came, looking for a new
A place to spend their savings in just one month’s rent
A place to get inspired try to make their dent
Write the gripping novel, make the best new film, join an all girl band and forget a thing called lent
Because this city is about indulgence, eating sushi til you die, smoking hash with your employees, and pretending that you’re bi
This city is only for the good looking, the talented with deep souls
We are active here, never any lulls
Off for a walk, dog on the leash ipod on my side
After that hop on my bike for a nice long ride
Working from home today, that's the only way
As everybody knows because this city has it's way
The city full of artists and bags called Timbuktu
Streets walked by the beautiful
Streets walked by the fit
Streets walked by the successful, money hungry lit
-erature intellectuals, who drink lattes by the gallon
They’ll wait in line an hour just to pay a thousand
For one of those espresso shots poured into a cup
The Barista’s behind the counter who are snorting all it up
And the children by their sides born into all this stuff
Those lucky fucking kids, with their Jack Purcell pumps, alligator logo across their chests, north face hats, 17” Macbook pro, specially made hybrid Lexus with the organic steering wheeeeellllll…..
But San Francisco has my heart, it has it by the balls
Surrounded by water its beauty has no walls
Sure it takes 4 hours to get to the ski slopes
But its ok because our jet is faster than the Popes
Public transportation is great in this town as many know
I am not one of them, but my nanny says its so
This place is full of transplants, straighties and homo’s too
People bored from where they came, looking for a new
A place to spend their savings in just one month’s rent
A place to get inspired try to make their dent
Write the gripping novel, make the best new film, join an all girl band and forget a thing called lent
Because this city is about indulgence, eating sushi til you die, smoking hash with your employees, and pretending that you’re bi
This city is only for the good looking, the talented with deep souls
We are active here, never any lulls
Off for a walk, dog on the leash ipod on my side
After that hop on my bike for a nice long ride
Working from home today, that's the only way
As everybody knows because this city has it's way
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