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7.21.2006
stuff that happened
I'm stealing that header from Paul, who I'm not even linking to because there's a link just to the left this here typing. See it? Yeah, there you go. Also, because I'm lazy.
Last weekend I went down to Albuquerque for a very short and hectic visit to see my sister get married. It was actually a lot better than I expected, the wedding was really nice albeit traditional, and my sister was radiant the way only a bride can be. It felt a little weird to be there for the whole thing, and as I wondered why, I realized that two of the half-dozen weddings we've attended for friends and family, we've been late to. I wouldn't consider this much of a big deal if not for the fact that one of them, namely Paul and Marguerite's, was one in which M was supposed to take part in to give a little speech by Woody Allen and being us, we got totally lost driving on the highways of southern Florida and next thing you know, we're rushing up to the building just as Marguerite is sauntering outside for photo ops. Of course we apologized like mad, felt like complete shit, and got some well deserved scolding by a member of the wedding party who shall remain unnamed. Then we were handed some very strong mint juleps and proceeded to forget all about it. I can say that later we made up for it by invading Paul and Marguerite's new apartment, giving them some expensive wine and one of those kingon-looking openers, before buying them pizza avec breadsticks, and then drinking a large portion of their modest wet bar. Aren't we just the greatest friends??
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. So New Mexico was about as expected, very, very, hot. I don't know how on earth I lived there for so many years, and yet as I write this it is pushing 97 degrees in lovely Seattle this fine afternoon. Everyone is just up in arms over this heat wave, and admittedly, it's freaking hot, but I still can't get over that part of me that spent so many summers in New England where it's 98/98 (that's 98 heat/98 humidity for the rest of you). I have a nasty tendency to call people pussies when they complain about the heat out here and lemme tell you, that just gets me all kinds of far with the locals.
So my trip would have been rather uneventful if it weren't for two disparaging phone calls from M while I was out there. The first one informed me that the dog had spent the entire night that M was out playing a show, barking like the dickens. And no, he did not know this because he carries around a baby moniter everywhere he goes, as you may think. Rather, we got a note on the door from the neighbors behind us notifying us that at 12 midnight she was still barking and are we doing something about it? Thankfully, they are also dog people and with the proper libations, a.k.a. a nice bottle of wine, they were more than willing to listen to our pleas that we are not stupid dog people and that we are definitley trying to work on the issue with Saffie, meaning that we don't leave her alone this week. ugh. The second piece of news, delivered not 12 hours later, was that the computer croaked. Again. You have to understand that M does not get upset about very much at all. He wakes up with no blankets on a chilly night while I'm cocooned in an impenetrable fortress of comforter, he laughs this off. I get too drunk one night and threaten to vomit in the back of a taxi, leaving us stranded many, many blocks from home, which just so happen to be uphill of our place and there is no way in hell I'm walking, he feigns mild annoyance. But when the computer poops out, there is little that I or anyone cna do to console the man, and understandably so, seeing as he just rebuilt the damn thing not one year ago. So anyway, he is now able to work on it, but is completely unsure of how much information has been lost and/or may be recovered, primarily because the German company from who (whom?) he purchased the recovery software will not get back to him about some sort of something that needs to be downloaded or something to make everything magically reappear. And now you understand why he doesn't tell me what's going on with the computer, it's more like:
M: "honey, the computer needs a time out"
S: "why? Did it throw a tantrum?"
and so on.
I'm quite sure I had something very profound to end that saga with, but I've now been sitting out on the porch in 97 degree-weather for about 15 minutes and my brain is sizzling like a piece of turkey bacon, so I must bid you adieu and return to the cave that is our apartment. Now with darts!!
:: Shericat 5:20 PM [+] :: speak
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