A long, emotional, tremendous weekend (pt. 1)
Partial post follows, regarding Dana & Joe’s wedding… rereading I recognize the triteness and my need to revisit the novellas…
I’ve been plagued by cliché-block this weekend. Every time I had a pen in my hand my brain froze up and everything sounded trite.
Sorry Dana and Joe, my abilities left me momentarily so I left everything short and stupid and devoid of any emotion. I owe you a proper card.
I had a busy week, rushing around to complete my work, doing my usual research, prepping for a few meetings, finding new clothes, buying a new suit. It was strenuous. I left early Friday to do some more running around, check into the hotel.
I became shy again.
We went to the rehearsal, I meeting Nicole at the train station after having checking into the hotel. Only two bags made it to the room, the rest remaining in the hatch. We rushed to the church and arrived just at the allotted time. I was in a sea of strangers. I was in a sea of stranges and I stiffened up.
Dana’s mother was there, she recognized me from across the room. Or she recognized Nicole and put the two together. Nearly a decade has passed since we had last spoken. She hugged the two of us, chatted for a bit.
We stood back, watched the intricacies of interaction of those involved.
Merry Christmas!
This year, coming to a close… so much time passed, too many events left unpublished and a good deal of memories imprinted!as of late…
baking vegan cookies… my first solo foray into baking.
Kelly switching jobs (yay! closer to the city!)
weddings weddings weddings
I lit a drink on fire
Nicole bowling… bouncing and clapping with each good throw
Joe turning 30
Learning that one of Joe’s favorite place is a brewpub, and sharing that commonality
Long discussions at work… about the future, about my roles
A complete breakdown in maintenance of relationships on my part (sorry)
sad that Nicole isn’t with me tonight
upset that I have seven started posts that have yet to be published
These past few weeks… <sigh>
Stock market failing, auto makers going under… harsh discussions with Michiganders that I shouldn’t have started.
I’m so tired of the happenings in the world, and upset by shitty business models. I want to be cocooned into my forged friendships. perpetually nestled in nicole’s neck each morning, spending time with those that matter, those that care, those good people we all choose to surround ourselves with.
Grab a loved one and hug them for me. Hug them for yourself. Grasp them tight and tell them everything you should have said umpteen years ago.
goodnight, sweet friends of mine.
Merry Christmas.
I wouldn’t be the person I am without you.
its over
Finally.
I was holding my breath, bracing for the worst, with a complete loss of faith in the American public.
Now its just a wait until January for a regime change.
Daley 2012.
bah! Where’s Joe when I need to watch a shitty movie?
So, yeah, where the hell is he, and YOU TOO, dana, where the hell are you? He’s got a bundle of films just aching to be watched. And I’ve got just the eyes to see them.
Dana, you’re amazing, and you couldn’t have married a better guy. I must say, meeting Joe for the first time with him wearing an Evil Dead shirt? priceless.
But, really, where the HELL has everyone been??!!!??
It’s Halloween, and I want to be Mario. Or maybe Pauly Walnuts. Or maybe that cyst on John McCain’s face.
I’m fucking STRESSED and I need to see my BUDS! sounds like an excuse for a party at the casa, or maybe a completely self-indulgent overseas trip for me and my honey…either way, I see grappa involved!
Wait, back to Halloween. I was trying to think of the coolest thing one could receive as candy on Halloween. Anything from Hershey’s or Mars (sorry Illinois) was a no-no. Murderous cupcakes, while cool, just won’t hold up in a satchel. Maybe some Sugar Daddies or Babies? no… that’s all packaging and a lot of caramel. Then I though of Pocky. Wow. Killer Packaging, fun to eat, fun to look at, fun to throw, and CHEAP! perfect. Kids aren’t allowed to come around our street on Halloween, something to do with ridiculous neighborhood laws, but, I urge you to by a case or two of Pocky (probably chocolate) and distribute to the tots. Me, I’m hitting a few Asian markets tomorrow to stock up and bring to work.
I leave you with this, another crazy-assed hairbrained Apple-cake. Hmm… thinking of Applejack…
bling and bling
So… a day in the life.
Somewhat nostalgic today. It’s been interesting. My day was bland, but I woke up dreading it. I’ve had a few difficult weeks, especially with my incessant fears of the disgusting economy and this incredible president of ours. Brings back memories of Italy and my cousins and passsers-by questioning what the hell is wrong with our country. Like when Burlesconi was elected and I witnessed my cousin’s (though general consensus feels he is my uncle) animated frown. Such sorrow and disdain, with pride being thrown away knowing you were betrayed. Another issue… I wonder who reads this… a few subscribers with semi posts, a few old friends, a few scorned along the way. But maybe I was damaged. Maybe my mind was broken and repaired. enough of these ramblings. i am tired and must sleep! If only I had some mead on this cold autumn night, to sip with my soul mate and a few friends. To rehash politics and the dire state of americanism. sleep I will…
icky-icky-woo-woo
momocore needs a facelift and an upgrade.
Both my machines died. The big mother lost to a power surge, the little guy just didn’t want to wake up.
Maybe back in action in a couple weeks, with a new website idea that may be hatched soon!!!!!!
sleep on it
Reggie and The Full Effect
Final Tour
9/3/08
If you tag along with Nicole and I (or take her ticket, she’s not nearly as big a fan of Reggie as I am — more of Fluxation), I’ll consider it the bestest coolest birthday present in the whole world.
**restrictions may apply**
Don’t give me the excuse that Wednesday night doesn’t work for you.
windsuck
I HATE WINDOWS
there, I said it.
No posts of late for a reason. Those in the know, know.
nothing feels good like you
ug. feeling downtrodden lately.
My computer blew out. My iPod became another part of the 20% failure rate.  I have a few posts needing attention and finishing touches. And I have no emails lately.
just sad.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
I’m in my own place now, I need to forge a path.
Somewhere along the way, my interpersonal skills went south. Sorry folks, I’m timid and quiet in person.
p.s. out of inconvenience, I replaced the iPod Nicole so lovingly gave me four years ago with a Cowon A3. The Nano I received a few years back now has a flavor of Linux on it. Goodbye iTunes, hello freedom.
A nice little wakeup
Reggie’s BACK!
New album on June 17
I’m a very happy camper. This will be a good day.
old buds
I saw Dino for the first time in a long time today. I double checked my emails and realized the last one I sent his way was about nine months ago. A harsh reminder of my need to contact those that have helped mold me into what I am today.
Edit:
I forgot to mention, the entire Space Quest series has been re-released. All six games in one package. Here’s to old times
The Machine
I love this city. I really do. It has everything I need, fairly easily accessible (though I wish they’d bring back trolleys), free parks, free concerts, an increasing amount of public art (though nowhere near Stockholm), and politics that tear open airstrips.
It’s great, and I really love this quote from the Tribune about our (dynastic?) Mayor:
Even Mayor Richard M. Daley got caught up in the teen spirit. During a version of the Woody Guthrie song “This Land is Your Land,” Daley took the stage and began bouncing up and down, pogo-style, with others there. His face flushing red and his tie flapping, the happy mayor pointed to the surrounding skyscrapers and shouted, “Immigrants built these buildings!”
Even our mayor does the pogo, now that’s a man I can get identify with!
Eat that, Toronto
This Just In…
Joe just got a wii.
Dana, say goodbye to your fiance for a few weeks.
I guess we’re cancelling plans this weekend. Well, at least Easter should be fun for you
guys!!!!!!!
sing, baby… sing.
I’ve had trying times.
This morning I woke up with Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 playing in my head. Headed to work humming This Little Life of Mine.
Not a good way to start the day.
I ate spicy food today. Wasabi Pizza and Chili Noodles.
It makes you feel alive, I said. People laughed.
I was serious.
For once in my life I want to mean something to someone.
just once. for a sliver of a moment.
sing, baby. sing so loud you drown out the jackhammer in you ear.
There is something incredibly wrong with my place and my head and my insatiable yearning for something so very, very far from my grasp.
morbidity
It has been a sad week.
One given a week, the other passed.
Kelly, I wish you the best through troubled times. Should you need anything, please call.
Jill, should you happen upon this, you have a wonderful team behind you. Wish you the best.
Love to all
–me.
A post to apologize
I have zero time to write, and this is saddening. I once wrote consistently (pre-anti-blog), yet now I’m just far too swamped with work. I get home and want to pass out, only to wake up early and start all over again.
A VPN is nice, but it means I’m working nonstop.
I want to scribble and fill notebooks with everything that’s going on in my head. I want to write letters to my dear friends.
Shit, the time has gone and I’m still trudging along.
I undoubtedly believe it is time for me to return to university.
A masters in useless knowledge and wondrous conversations, with hope, awaits me.
PS - miss my friends. Wish you didn’t have myspace pages but participated in momochat.
Oh what we will create
To Dana:
You know that monster that I unleashed when Joe bought his new computer? Well, it looks like you guys reciprocated when you asked me to design a couple drinks for your wedding. And, like I always manage to do, I went overboard and took this to an obsessive level.
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It looks like Nicole and I are inadvertently profiting from Dana and Joe’s request. I’m mixing drinks now that, well, probably won’t make it to the wedding, but I just had to try, as most (well, maybe not, but I did replenish a few aspects of the bar) of the ingredients were at hand.
I’m desperately trying to nail down the Blue Moon. I’ve armed myself with three bottles of creme de violette and am trying them with different gins, with or without citrus juice — varying lemon or lime. So far, they’re all delicious and light and wonderful and, as of right now, our new favorite drink. It’s odd that I like such a drink, but its so perfectly balanced, so very supple on the tongue, that I can’t help bu make a second round of a varying degree. Shit, I’m even starting to take measurements to see what proportions are the best suitable.
Here’s the lineup for the last three days:
The Vesper. — I couldn’t believe how good this drink was. I also couldn’t believe that the three ingredients have been regular items in the bar for about three years and I never once combined them. I submerged myself in Scotch, Bourbon, and Applejack (probably my favorite spirit next to tequila) for much too long.
The Blue Moon — Fucking fantastic drink. I had to have the key ingredient shipped to me to make this drink. This, I do sincerely hope, will make it to the wedding.
The Applecar — I’m sipping it right now. It’s a sidecar (which will be at my wedding, I promise you) with Applejack instead of brandy. Now, I’ve been drinking Applejack on the rocks for well over a year (maybe two?) and its great that way. Nicole and I differ on this opinion. But, well, that’s me!
I’ve got a slew of liqueurs that are yet unopened, but I promise you, I will experiment with them. Dana, your drink will be incredible. I’m thinking of mixing sake with pear nectar and pear liqueur (and some other ingredients). I’ll get that recipe from Republic and tweak it to your liking.
Joe, well, your’s is a pain in the ass.  Since I hold you both so very dear to my heart, I’m going to make a drink of entirely my creation. I’ve never seen it anywhere before, but the flavors complement each other in such a vintage fashion I can’t pass it up. It’s not purple and it’s not beer, but, well, it is my favorite drink.
I can’t wait until February when we can sample them all together!!!!!!
I have many feelings surrounding this manner, and, in lieu of traversing deep into my psyche, just know that I am deeply honored and proud that you asked me to do this one small task for you.
All the best — me.
buds
Hey Guys, Look! You’re on the internets!
Happy Birthday Nicole!!!!!!
I like this pic of the girls of movie night. Hopefully we can start again on a somewhat regular basis. And thanks, guys, for bearing with me on my Aviation binge. Or is it a Blue Moon. Well, anyway, it was delicious.
The-Alberto-Pants
Oh my, how fancy they are!
Apparently, while we all thought The Alberto was busy with school or, gasp, work, His Lordship was creating a line of trousers.
Note that the models are nowhere near as sexy as The Alberto, a terrific ploy to make himself look even sexier.
Alberto Pants, a new nickname invented by someone unaffiliated with the book
