Dawww..... <3

"Just Because" flowers are the BEST kind of flowers.

My Interesting Life

I had such an interesting weekend! Sadly, I don't have a great amount of time to type up everything, so I'll summarize.

On Saturday, The Boy and I drove up to the house of one of his friends up off of the Russian River for an event dubbed "The Bunny Burn." Apparently, this woman and her family/friends have been holding this event for 10 years, where they would build a big ol' bunny effigy filled with paper and fireworks, a gianormous bonfire, and then burn it all up while the gathered company dances and sings animal songs while wearing masks. That part was exactly as awesome as you can picture it being.

The weather was kinda grey and foggy when we got there, and it had rained before we got there, but it was still really pretty there. We were the first folk there, so actually we got put to work and helped clean and set up for the event. I wanted to help with the harder labor, but my ankle was still healing so that I couldn't be quite as useful as I'd have liked to be. My task was pretty much keeping The Boy company while clearing the yard, helping him build the bonfire so that it didn't collapse in on itself, and staple-gunning bunny heads to walls. Don't worry, they were PAPER bunny heads. ;-)

This year's bunny was pretty much sewn together fabric that was stuffed with paper and fireworks, so it went up REALLY quick once it caught fire....but the actual bonfire stayed up and lasted a good long time. There was much fun down there on the beach with glowsticks, singing, dancing, and burning. Once that fire died out, we moved up from the beach to the yard and continued visiting and made s'mores. Mmmmms'mores. And once we were all tuckered out, we climbed into our tent down by the beach for sleep.

Whew.

Sunday morning, we were up at about 8 or so. The Boy took one of the kayaks up the river into the "downtown" area, but I wasn't quite awake enough to be up to it, so I stuck around on the beach to do some exploring, went up to the house and grabbed a nice hot soy chai latte, and settled down to look at the prettiness back down at the river. I got divebombed by a hummingbird a bunch of times (it swooped about 10 times, I think), saw a huge turkey vulture across the river, AND! And I saw a river otter swimming around. That was way cool.

Around 1:30, we headed back here to get cleaned up, grab a catnap, and scurry off to my parentals for Easter dinner with my brother and his wife, my sister, my niece, her new boy-toy, and my mom's friend's family. There was much joyous chatting, joking, teasing, eating, and general good times had by all.

I'm vera tired, have an urge to exercise while simultaneously wanting to just snuggle up and watch a movie. But, I have to flee now and get a bikerack and the junk-bike off of my car before leaving for school. Hope everyone else had a wonderful weekend! Oh yeah, and happy-belated-Zombie-Jesus-Day!

A very nice evening

Okay, so I had nothing to worry about. The Boy's parents are sweet and a bit entertaining to watch them interact with him and each oter. The Passover part of the evening -- which is, what I think, I was worrying about moreso than meeting the parentals officially -- was done in a way so that I didn't feel too left out. Yeah, I couldn't read/sing the Hebrew, but everything was also explained to me, along with what the traditions meant. The Boy says that it was probably a good thing, since the meal is typically used to teach the youngest members of the family about the whole fleeing from Egypt and plagues and whatnot....so they got to actually re-learn how to explain everything to someone who had a very small clue about the whole thing!

So, yes. That was good, and I think it went well. Even though they did see that yes, I actually do enjoy and encourage The Boy's puns...as he put it, "Yeah, they noticed that. Much to their shagrin." I can't help it that he makes me giggle! One more thing that seems like a good sign to his parentals liking me, his dad gave me a hug when I showed up, and his mom gave me one when I left. Hurrah for hugs!

In Other News!
Can't seem to have a post without one of these sections, eh? :P Anyway, just putting this hear to mention that I have a new bike -- which is good, so I'll be able to start learning trails and stuff around here. I'll get some pictures of it later on.

I also have new glasses! Okay, my eyesight isn't that bad (20/25) but the fuzziness on signs and stuff drives me crazy, so I prefer to have glasses. These are rimless, though, so you can actually see more of my face now.

Here are the new ones (don't know if you can tell I was nervous while taking this picture....was waiting to be picked up to go meet the parents yesterday):


And for comparison, here's the older ones. This was taken pre-Glenn Miller event. The Boy piled hats onto my head.

Eye Exam Fun!

On the way back from the Glenn Miller event, the following conversation (sorta) occured while trying to find the freeway home.

The Boy: We need 880, so keep your eyes open.
Me: Okie. ::squints at road signs:: uhh...
The Boy: Oh, there it is!
Me: ...You can read that!?
THe Boy: Yep!
Me: Okay, so you can read that with your new laser eyes....and I can't read it with my glasses. ::takes off glasses and peers at them:: When did that become fair?

So, today I went and got to meet my new eye doctor....who I LOVE. He was personable and talkative, he asked questions and was interested in things I had to say, and he was patient as all get out. I have a huge problem with the glacauma test, where they poof air in your eyes (at least they've gotten gentler), and my last eye doctor's staff got mad at me when I kept flinching and/or blinking due to being tense about having something that close to my eyes. This guy was very sweet about it and I was calm enough so that I only had to do three retakes....apparently, he has a special needs son and that would definitely attribute to his patience. :)

When he was doing the "Better 1....or 2?" part of the exam for my left eye, he had a lense up that was pretty darn clear, and swapped it out to one that was completely blurred by comparison.

Doc: Any change when I do this? ::flip::
Me: No way in hell I can read that line now.
Doc: That's what your glasses are, currently.
Me: ....Wha?? I didn't know they were that off!

It was weird. Also weird was when he let me play with a little monocle thing that was solid except for a slit in it, to show me something cool with my astigmatism. Angled infront of my one left eye (the one with the worse astigmatism) a certain way and the chart was somewhat clear...clearer than normal, actually. But if you rotated it 90 degrees, it became totally blurred. It was SO weird!

So, all in all....I'm not sure what my vision is in relation to 20/20....don't think that actually came up....but I found out that I'm somewhat nearsighted in my right eye, and the astigmatism in my left eye is more warped than my right. So I'm getting new lenses and frames with the tweaked perscription. I'm actually going to go for a new look and go with totally rim-less glasses, instead of the half-rim frames I have now. I'll post pics when I have those!

Other News:
Took my bike over to The Boy's to get it looked at, since it hasn't been used in about 5-6 years...and I've had it for over 10...and it seriously needed looking over before it would be rideable. Apparently, while it's not totally beyond repair, it's definitely not safe and was put together with shoddy construction. We got various bits lubed up and tweaked other bits (I don't know the technicalities behind it...if I did, I would've been able to work on it myself, I bet!) so that it's.....well, somewhat safer for street riding, I guess. All in all, it might just make more sense to get a new one that isn't too expensive, since I'd like to start biking around again and maybe even attempt some tame trails while I regain my certainty with riding a bike.

A Change of Plans:
Due to The Boy's grandpa not doing well, he'll be going down to L.A. to spend some time with him and other family members. Because of all of that, no one will be around this weekend to cook for the first night of Passover...so his parents are moving their dinner to Wednesday. Also, The Boy and I decided it'd probably be better if I don't go to the Tuesday dinner at a different family's house...since with the previous plans, it made a bit more sense. Meet the parents, then see them again in a less one-on-one situation the next night. If I went to Tuesday, then Wednesday, it would feel a little....backwards. And they wouldn't have been able to grill me properly. :P

So yes. I still get to meet them, and have the dinner with them, but it's just on Wednesday instead of two days in the week. I feel a little less intimidated now, actually.

Glenn Miller Orchestra Event pictures

Spent too much time dancing the night away to get any really good pictures of the venue....but trust me, it was aMAZing. The swing dancing was on the hangar deck of the aircraft carrier, but you could go up to the flight deck and see parked planes as well as the lights of the city. It was cold and kinda foggy out, so while you could see the lights of the city from the flight deck, it definitely was chilly and damp.

There were so many people there, but it only ever actually felt crowded when attempting to watch the professional swing dancers and occasionally when on the dance floor (especially when you're like me and got stepped on by ladies' heels three times during the night. Owwies).

For my hair, I ended up doing a sort of "Dorothy Gale" ponytail thing for hair, instead of anything that was posted. It was simple, and it worked really well. So yay!

Here's a slide show of our pictures from the event. Enjoy! Oh, and see how The Boy doesn't have his glasses anymore? Hurrah for Lasik!

So yes, that was wonderfully fun. And we kept bumping into people that we knew from FNW and other places. Yay for good music, fun dancing, and fantabulous company.

On Sunday, there was kayaking in the morning -- first time EVER for me -- and it was SO much fun. I'm definitely feeling it today, though...my shoulders could definitely use a massage. It hurts in a good way, though, if that makes sense. We had a picnic lunch with my parentals, and in the evening took an impromptu lightrail ride down to downtown San Jose for dinner and wandering.

All in all, a fabulous weekend that I wouldn't trade for anything. A great kickoff to spring break. :)

Oh my God...

Last night and this morning I was having some down-in-the-dumps feelings and my esteem was lower than usual. This morning, at breakfast with The Boy, there was a note in my napkin that had my name on the outside, and inside all it said was "You are beautiful."

I totally cried.

<3

Friggin Laser Beams!

So on Wednesday, The Boy got Lasik surgery done. I drove him to and from the appointment, then played nurse for the poor boy. Once the anesthetic wore off, his eyes felt like they were burning and he was extremely light sensitive, so we kept all of the lights off in his condo. As if those weren't enough, his allergies had been bothering him and he'd been so tense during the procedure that he developed a combo sinus/tension headache....he was in so much pain at times that he would cling to me tightly and whimper. I wish there was more that I could've done to help with the pain.

After a few hours, his dad came by for dinner (read: pizza, because you can be temporarily blind and still handle it easily) and to see how The Boy was doing. I was a little nervous about it, when I knew he'd be dropping by, but it wasn't too hard at all. He was very nice, and it was probably good for me to meet at least ONE of them beforehand, so I don't feel like I just get dropped into a totally intimidating situation while only knowing The Boy.

Eventually, The Roommate came out of his cave and was social, and gave The Boy some asprin (to go with his Valium and Motrin) to help with all of the pain he was having. Thankfully, he felt better within a half hour to 45 minutes after taking those (the tea I made for us probably helped out a bit, too), and he was up for singing and even attempting to dance a bit. His eyes still felt a bit burny, but the Valium was helping him not care about it as much.

I didn't let him kick me out that night when he was going to bed, because I wanted to make sure he was alright in the morning. And while he was allowed to open his eyes, he was still pretty light sensitive and didn't feel up to trying to drive himself anywhere, so I drove him to his follow-up in the morning.

He worked from home yesterday, but overall is feeling better with every hour that passes. So that's very good...though it'll take some getting used to to see him without his glasses. Also, for him to get over his habits of adjusting glasses that he no longer needs. :)

(Oh, and The Boy says that his dad thought I was really nice. He said it was good PR for me to stick around and help him out so much. Well, what was I going to do, drive him home and drop him off?? I think not!)

An update of sorts

Had a vera nice weekend with The Boy, though I was in an odd mood on St. Patty's day....if I were to retell it here, it would sound like I had a worse time than I did, so I won't bother. It actually wasn't too bad, just felt kinda out of place when he and his friends started a strategy game and I opted to sit out because the logistics behind it confused me a bit.

Tomorrow (Wednesday), The Boy is going to be getting Lasik eye surgery done....so guess who gets to play nurse! I'll be driving him to and from, and I'm going to stick around until he's allowed to use his eyes again and he's over the Valium.

This Saturday, we're going to a swing dance event that the Glenn Miller Orchestra will be playing at on the USS Hornet. VERY COOL and I'm incredibly excited about it. I've been trying to figure out what to do with my hair...I want to do a Pageboy, but my one attempt so far ended up with severe curls. :P That'll work, though, if my other attempt doesn't work any better.

One last thing, that I mentioned in a comment in my previous post. So, I will be meeting The Boy's parents in a week and a half at the latest. Yeah, you read that right...what will probably be my first encounter with The (Nice Jewish) Boy's parents is for dinner on the first night of Passover. Oh yeah, I'm nervous. But incredibly excited, too.

Quick Weekend Notes

The Boy kidnapped me on Friday (well, told me to come over at about 5), and we had a picnic dinner in the park where he sang very sweet lovey folk music tunes from his tome of songs (he has a huge collection of them). Then we snuggled up back at his place to watch Spirted Away.

Spent all day in SF on Saturday, where we went all through the Haight and Ashbury district looking for 40s clothes (we're going to a Glenn Miller Orchestra event soon), then to a peace and protest song "hootenanie" at The Cafe International. Very cool event.

Sunday, we walked down to the Farmer's Market in Campbell, got almost matching outfits for the swing event (he has a brown suit, I have a brown dress, and we have matching hats...it was his idea to get matching hats)....snuggled and napped in the afternoon for a bit, then worked on a folk song he wanted to learn. I got to harmonize YAY. Grabbed some food at the store, made dinner, and once again snuggled for entertainment on his large 24 inch computer screen.

I was there from 5 on Friday until 10 pm on Sunday. Much love for spending so much time with him. :)

Oh. And he told me his mom wants to meet me. So yeah, at some point in the undetermined future, I'll be over having dinner with him and his folks. Holy crap nervous! Never had to deal with that situation before. What with Joey essentially hiding me from his folks (have I mentioned enough times how bloody content I am to be out of that relationship? I don't mind being friends with him, but that relationship was crap on my end).

I know I just gotta be myself....but "myself" is extremely nervous in new situations! I just really want them to like me....'cause I can really see this whole thing working out between The Boy and me. Anyone have advice for keeping my cool at least so I don't come off like too much of a shy and nervous nutjob? :P

Can you tell I'm kinda totally smitten here?

I love surreal events!!

So last night, before heading over to FNW, The Boy and I stopped off at Stanford to participate in a friend's recording session.

See, this fella typically plays his music at a gelato place in downtown Palo Alto on Fridays, so twice a month we stop in to see him anyway. He's such a character! There's no way that I could describe him here and do it any justice....but essentially, the event was for a CD he's making called "Blues Kazoo"...where the music is all guitar, kazoo, and miscellaneous instruments (bike horns, train whistles, bells, and a siren whistle that I got to play).

Aside from us, there were two teenage boys who showed up and were REALLY into the whole thing, an older couple who was there at the beginning, and a fella who showed up later and left a bit early. There were a few "audience participation" numbers -- one with all of the misc. instruments where I had the siren whistle (a "perfect instrument for me," I've heard ;-) ), and another few where we played kazoo in the chorus or sang along. Hee, I was the only female person around for the sing-a-long stuff, so even though it's hard to find my individual kazooing...it's REALLY easy to pick out my voice in the songs. Oh! And one of the songs, at the end, you can hear me giggle. I'm kinda embarassed by it, but I've been told it's perfect and cute. So yay, then!

Can't wait to get my own CD of it....it's so going onto my iPod.

FNW was much fun, as always. Fun music -- though the tempos felt a little fuzzy for some of the dances -- and all in all it was great fun. I even got a Congress in, and dragged/lead through the Bohemian National Polka for the second time ever. The funny thing about that, is the time I finally NAILED the pivots....another dancing couple crashed into us. Ha! Ah well, such is life.

Just a quick Picture Post

Taken by my friend at the Gaskell Ball....that Cinderella gown is virtually falling off of me! Yay for shrinking in size, but boo for that awesome ball gown not fitting as well as it used to.




Aww my handsome Boy. I want to hug him.

My weekends kinda rock now.

Purrrrrr......so very good this weekend.

The Boy came back from Florida early-ish on Friday, so we got together and cooked dinner. Very yummy marinated lamb and veggies. Popped a movie into his computer and flop/snuggled on the bed for it....though both of us kept dozing off during the movie. Actually, we went to sleep for the night at 9:00, him because he was still adjusting to the time change, and me because I was so tired anyway.

We both woke up the next morning kinda early, at around 7, and after finally getting up at 9:30 we cooked breakfast (frittata, Mmmm). We basically bummed around the house all day on Saturday, 'cause it was cold and icky out...though we did take time out to go get our cars washed! Mine REALLY needed it, heh. :P At about 4:00, I came home for a quick bath to warm up and shave my legs, and gather up my clothing for The Gaskell Ball. We took my Cinderella costume (which doesn't really fit all that well...I've lost weight since the summer!) and loaded up his car. He wore his basic tux stuff, so I put on some nicer clothes while we went out to sushi dinner. The dancing was VERY fun, and I'll poost pictures up when I have them. I had a lot of friends there from Friday Night Waltz, and one of my friends from the Wednesday Irish Dancing was there, too!! Yay fun. Got back to his place by around 1:00 AM, and essentially passed out.

I woke up at 8 in the morning to find The Boy walking around and doing laundry stuffs. Once he noticed I was awake, though, he crawled back into bed for some cuddling and he gave me a massage on my back -- because my shoulders/back were soooooore from dancing so long. :P We had a big breakfast of leftover fritatta and bagels, then got in touch with The Boy's friend of the same name. Long story shorter: we all met up for lunch, hiked for 7 miles, had dinner, then we came back.

I'm sore, I'm tired, but I'm extremely happy -- though I wish I were back at his place and snuggled up against my Boy for the night. He's a bit o' wonderful, he is.

Mmmm....Good Day...

Last night, I went out to Friday Night Waltz with The Boy. Not a lot of people were there, since most of them went to the Stanford Ball, I guess. So there was a lot of space on the dance floor, which meant lots of creative dancing. Listening to "Barbie Girl" in German is just.....highly bizarre! Oh, and having about four people hovering around me and staring at my torso in an attempt to translate the Spanish poem that was printed on my shirt was VERY entertaining.

After a long night of sleeping and snuggling on The Boy, we had breakfast this morning and I darted home to change and grab some things before we headed out to Santa Cruz for the day. It was just GORGEOUS out there, the temprature was up in the 70's. I've never actually just wandered around downtown Santa Cruz before, and it's a lovely place. It's just....charming! And there was also sooo many street performers playing their instruments and whatnot, and my two personal favorites were The Great Morgani and a family playing bluegrass music together -- two teen boys, a mom, and either an elderly looking dad or a grampa. I really think that all downtowns ought to be like that.

The Boy did keep getting phonecalls from work, due to more shit hitting the fan, and he felt sooo bad about having to be on the phone while I was around. He was feeling so bad about it after the first long phone call (we were at a coffee/tea house, so I just sipped my tea and read my Neil Gaiman book while he did work -- because really, what can ya do?) that I had to get up and give him a good hug around the neck and shoulders. He felt a bit better after that. He really doesn't want to be one of the people who does work stuff while out with others....as he put it, he doesn't want work to be intruding on the things that are really important.

All in all, we had a really good day. We danced to the music of the street performers, we sat and I leaned against him while he sang a few of his favorite songs (I joined in whenever I knew the words), we had dinner at a seafood restaurant on the wharf, then he bought us each a chocolate dipped strawberry for desert. Very fun to be fed those things in the dark.

He kept thanking me for the day, too, and told me that today would've sucked if it weren't for me. It's true, too...he would've stayed home and been sucked into work drama, and I know he needed the weekend and some joyful company. I'm all too happy to provide that service. I love listening to him sing, and it was just so nice to spend the whole day walking and holding hands. Le sigh. :)

Alright, I'm going to give him a quick call and then head to bed. Tomorrow's hike was called off, due to The Boy having more work stuff happening. He hopes to be done by mid-day, though, and he'll give me a call so we can go play and he can get relaxation in before he has to leave to go BACK to Florida on Monday. Poor guy...he really hates not being able to follow through on his plans, and work has been causing him to do that a lot this month.

Happy Valentine's!

Hope you few readers have a good day today! I'll try to, even though I miss my Boy. Darn work sending him to Florida...at least I'll get to see him this weekend for a hike. :)

A Generally Happy Kitola

Last night was much fun.

The Boy and I went to this restaurant and bar called "The Blue Pheasant" for dinner and dancing....which I'd been to before, but had forgotten about. He really needed the outting after some very stressy/hectic three weeks at work ("The sky's been falling," as he puts it) and I've been feeling cabin feverish due to the cold that I'm FINALLY over (save for the annoying cough), so I poked around until I found something that said it had food and dancing. Metroactive.com said this place had "Big band, swing, 50's, 60's, 70's and 80's" music, and their website had said something about a wide range of dance music -- "from swing and ballroom to hip-hop and salsa, and even some good ol' rock and roll." So, I suggested it, and he agreed it sounded like a great idea. And I finally had a reason to break out my new swing dance dress!

Dinner was yummy, he had something they called a lamb steak, and I had the special of petrale (my very favorite fish) in crab sauce. He even offered to buy wine....I'm not much of a drinker, but I'll take some white zinfandel when it's offered. After deciding to pass on dessert (we couldn't even finish what we had), we went over to the bar/dancing part of it.

The dancing was very different than most other dancing I've done. First of all, it was pretty crowded when we started dancing (around 9, I think), probably due to the fact that there were two birthdays being celebrated, and most of these people were 35 or older. The music also wasn't really what I expected from the descriptions -- meaning, it was primarily disco and 80s music. Well, you'd be amazed by what you can swing dance to! Later on, it was so crowded you could barely move on the dance floor (at least with the couple-dancing we were doing....if you were just sorta spazz-dancing, I guess there was enough room) and it was freakishly LOUD. So, being the "boring" people we are, we called it a night at 10:30 and went back to The Boy's. Ha, best conversation happened in the car, though, as we marveled at the sound difference.

Him: .......It's quiet....
Me: ........Yeah...
Both: .......
Me: ...Except for the ringing in my ears.
Him: I was about to say that!

Back at his place...well, I'll say this: I'm a sucker for candles, soft music, and slow dancing in the dim lighting. ::Swoon::



As for less than happy things: The Boy's work decided he needs to be in Florida this week....and the latest flight out he could get was 7 in the morning on Sunday. So he's going to miss seeing my show. He really doesn't want to miss it and is really upset that the trip is not only messing up his plan to do that, but also that it's keeping him away on Valentine's Day. I'm completely bummed out too, but at least I know it isn't his fault and he would rather be here.

At least last night was exceptionally splendiferous. And having that memory, as well as knowing that The Boy had the fun night that he needed and deserved, is what makes me happy despite the sad stuff about Florida.

Some Pics!

Still don't have the full costume pictures from The Boy's camera, but by poking around on Flickr, I found us in the background! You can see my cool black and white dress, my hair that I was sooo proud of putting up myself, and my ever handsome Boy waltzing with me. :)


And these aren't from the Edwardian Ball....but here are a few pictures taken at the Wassail Party back on Jan. 6th.



This one isn't the best picture of me, but I love The Boy's face.


That's all I have for right now! I'm gonna go to bed a little early. I'm battling a cold at the moment. Enjoy the pictures!

Oh, here's one more of my Jitterbug costume for Wizard of Oz. I was killing time between scenes reading "32 Third Graders and One Class Bunny." Very good book, written by The Boy's 3rd grade teacher, actually! Green Spandex is just so flattering. :P

Edwardian Ball

I had soooooo much fun at the ball last night. Even though I forgot my wallet and we had to turn around when we were virually there....The Boy was being so darn sweet about it, though, and tried to keep me from feeling too bad about it. Felt pretty guilty on the way back to the house, but fine on the way back to the ball.

The music was awesome, the acrobatics were aMAZing, and oh the sexy ballroom dancing that there was between me and The Boy. ; ) There's nothing hotter than ending a slow and sultry swing with a kiss....mrawr.

Also, to quote The Boyfriend: "You're getting a lot of looks, you should revel in it....even some of the girls are checking you out" Talk about bumping my esteem up a few levels.

Bumped into people I know there, from FNW. One of which I know the name of, but he didn't seem to remember meeting me, and another that I know (originally) from Celtic Night at the pub and went ice skating with The Boy and another friend of our's way back in December.

Anyway, I'll put up a picture of us all dressed up once The Boyfriend gets them off of his camera.

A new Labyrinth and Vivid Dreams

Last night, The Boy and I went to go see "Pan's Labyrinth" with some of his friends (I invited one of mine, but he bailed, the bum). I was impressed that I'd met them all before, at least once, and I get along with them (aside from the one currently living with The Boy, but simply because I don't really know how to relate to him).

As for the movie, it is REALLY cool. If y'all ever get the chance to go see it, you should. The effects are very cool and dark, like in Mirrormask, but it's also got a good horror aspect. There were parts that I had to watch between my fingers while semi-burried against The Boy, due to the ick factor.

One thing that is in the movie are these fairies that, at the beginning, look like bugs. Big icky LONG bugs. Apparently, these bugs appeared in a dream of The Boy's last night, and he's a very vivid dreamer. ::Snerks:: At some point in the night, I was awoken by being abruptly grabbed and pulled/rolled to The Boy's side of the bed while he swatted at where I had been.

Me: ::WTF OMG MY HEART:: Mnugh!?
Boy: ::Completely, totally asleep:: Bug. Big bug.
Me: ....Wha?
Boy: There was a bug. ::mumble zzzz::
Me: ::Half asleep:: You scared the hell outta me.
Boy: Sorry.

All of that happened while he was asleep, or at least not completely awake at least. I asked him about it in the morning and he very vaguely remembered something about it happening. Now, it amuses the hell outta me. :)

It's already a busy year!

Why yes, I have been seeing The Boy nearly every day this year so far, why do you ask? :D

Wednesday, I baked cookies and went over to The Boy's house later on with about half of them to hang out and watch Mirrormask. VERY cool movie.

Thursday, the Wizard of Oz rehearsals started again and holy crap I'd almost forgotten how disorganized and repetative they are. Yargh. Was supposed to meet up with The Boy and our whistle playing friend (Um...I shall dub him Whistles for here) and sing bawdy sea shanties, but the friend didn't show. So instead, I went over and just hung out for a quiet evening of poking at his computer, learning a few folk tunes, and getting some knitting done.

Friday had Friday Night Waltz, YAY, and that was fun as always. Whistles came with The Boy and I for his very first FNW event, and I'm pretty certain he enjoyed it. Didn't do as much dancing as I normally do, though, since I kept getting really dizzy/nauseous really easily for some reason.....probably had to do with dinner, since The Boy was having the same problem. Even with that, though, we ended up getting home from the dance event after 2 AM and crashing for the night.

Today (Saturday), we went Wassailing. A big ol' party group of folk, some people from the Wednesday Irish Dancing that The Boy and I do and others who are from a Morris Dance Troupe that we know all got together to do 6 "home invasions." Essentially, we went around to these houses, sang our wassail song, got fed food, did (or watched) some Morris Dancing, and went to the next house. So, our party was pretty much like locusts....but it spawned parties for the people who we invaded, so that was fun! I just got home from that, and whew am I tired. And full. I've been fed total crap all day today, except for the breakfast I had at The Boy's.

(Also, hi, sharing showers is fun and friendly)

Anyway. The Boy is hiking tomorrow, but I'm not going. It's a 20 mile hike, and while it sounds like a good one....I don't have that much stamina for hiking yet, and I have another Wizard of Oz rehearsal to attend tomorrow.

Holy Crap....what a GREAT weekend. (Again, LOTS of reading)

Essentially, I was with The Boy from Saturday morning, 10:30, until Monday evening, 10:30. About 60 hours!! So much fun. Well, let's get down to it. :)

Saturday:
Well, on Friday I got a call from The Boy, asking if I wanted to go for a hike, so I went over to his place 10:30 in the morning on Saturday. Put together a pack, grabbed some ToGos Sandwiches to take along for a lunch, and off we headed for the Santa Cruz mountains to a place called Castle Rock. Now, I've not done hiking in YEARS, but I love getting outside and doing things, so I was up for it. The Boy's a pretty fast walker, even on city streets, but I was able to keep up with him. I even did some rock climbing -- hand hold and foot hold climbing, not just getting over rocks that are in the way -- which was entertaining for The Boy when I'd get to the top and then make nervous noises when it came time to get down. He's run down like a mountain goat, and I'd stay at the top wide-eyed and snickering going "Ummm.....okay..." All in all, it was beautiful out there, a lot of fun, and I'm looking forward to going on another hike with him sometime in the future. :D

Here's a quick picture I snapped with my phone when The Boy found a cavey thing and was telling me to head up with him....I couldn't resist, he looked so stuck!


Afterwards, we went into downtown Saratoga and got some hot cider to sip while wandering around the area. Stayed there essentially until the drinks were gone, then headed out. This was when he told me his weekend plans: Staying the night at the friends' party,then sledding on New Year's Day! So we spent a good deal of time going around to sport equipment stores and army surplus stores so that he can get new snow pants and boots, and so I can get a pair of my very own pair of pants and gloves.

Next, we rented a movie (Kinky Boots....pretty good movie, go see it if you haven't), and grabbed some noodle soup at a Chinese resturaunt before going back to his place and getting comfy on his bed to watch the movie on his 24 inch screen Mac computer.

Once the movie was over, I went to Target to get some thermals and see if I could get some good boots as well....sadly, there were none that were comfortable in my size. Then, I darted home and packed up for the weekend. The poor dogs and kitty were all clingy and would be saying "Where are you goooooing don't you luv us?" if they could talk. I took pity on it and let my kitty help me while I wrapped my brother's birthday gift. While I was doing all of that, The Boy was back at his place making pumpkin bread to take to the party the next day.

When I got back, he put together a fire and we settled down with tea to read by it while the last of the bread was baking. Stayed out there until 12:30, which was when poor ol' Huckleberry Finn was making me fall asleep (I love Mark Twain, but the dialect gets difficult when you're so worn out). And FINALLY we went to bed for the night.

Sunday:
Spent most of this day driving out to where the party was at.

We woke up, then a few hours later actually GOT up out of bed, and while I was showering The Boy made pancakes for breakfast. His roomie didn't want any (that fella's kinda anti social. I saw him for all of 5 minutes the whole time I was there), so we had a lot of pancakes for just the two of us. They were pretty darn good! After breakfast, we put all of our stuff into the car, including chains for the tires (just in case), and the saucer-sled...the trunk was pretty full. Once everything was packed, we headed out. Grabbed lunch at some Chinese place between here and there, and took the leftovers with us to add to the party food.

It was a little intimidating, at first, to meet all of these people who The Boy had known since college and/or high school. Thankfully, there were kitties there, and that helped break the ice. Both myself and one of the other friend's new girlfriend spent the first few minutes of our time there petting or playing with the cats. Over all, his friends kept commenting that it was scary how alike The Boy and I are, and one of the girls was very pleased that I knew of the movie Boondock Saints and WASN'T a 14 year old boy. I think I made a good impression on them. :) Phew!

One thing that I find entertaining, in an odd way, was that at some point we were swing dancing to the music....but when The Boy pulled me back from a twirl out, my elbow cracked into a wall/doorway. The poor Boy's eyes widened and he pulled me into a hug saying "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" He felt sooo bad that he did that. It was a pretty good wonk, too. Got red and a bump and everything. It's still sore, even. At least my injuries tend to amuse me if they're not too extreme.

Sometime around 2:30, The Boy and I set up sleeping bags and we crashed out on the floor for the night. There were still people awake here and there, but we both fell asleep relatively quick.

Monday:
Another day with lots of driving!

Once The Boy and I were up and fed (I had a bagel, he had left over Chinese food because the bagels were covered in cheese and he's lactose intolerant), we annoyed his not-quite-awake friends by doing the Chicken Dance. That's about when one of them teasingly said "Good God, there's two of them....you guys aren't multiplying, are you?" Hehe.

While the other two people who were going with us got ready to leave, The Boy handed me this sketchbook that the group's been adding entries to at their get togethers for the past three years and told me that I had to add something. I drew a picture of one of the cats playing with a feather toy, since that's what was going on infront of me and it was a little too early in the day for me to be inspired by anything I didn't see in real life. The girl going sledding with us (who also owned the cats) saw it and knew exactly which cat it was. I was happy about that. :D

Hokay. So, we drove up and up and up into the mountains (my ear didn't bother me much YAY!) until we found snow. We parked, got out of the car, pulled on the snow gear, and trudged around in the cold and wet to find a really good sledding spot. We found a hill that had two runs -- one that was clear and shorter, and one that had a few more obstacles and was longer. We spent a lot of time switching back and forth between the two runs, and the trees kept leaping out and attacking my legs. It never hurt, but it was entertaining when my heels hit a tree and I ended up kinda split-legged with the tree in the middle half way down the run, and I could hear the boys at the top groan in sympathy. ::Cackles:: Yay lots of padding.

There were snow fights, burrying The Boy in the snow (the friends got a banana and two small oranges and gave snow-boy a fruity penis, then took pictures), generally lots of tomfoolery, before we headed back to the car.

Here's where the funny part is. We drove back to where the friends lived and dropped them off, changed into slightly cooler clothes, and headed off again. I was supposed to have dinner with my family (parents, brother, brother's wife) in Davis, because it was the brother's birthday on New Year's Eve. So The Boy joined me and we met them in Davis at the resturaunt, since it was on the way to my brother's house from where we were. It went VERY well. The Boy commented later on in the night that my family was fun, which was REALLY nice since even my friends have never made that comment...heck, my guy buds are all afraid of my dad for some reason, and Joey only hung out with my family once early on in our dating, and once at my sister's wedding....in the two years we were together!

Anyway, dinner was done, so we kept going to Dixon (again, on our way home from where we started the day) for cake and presents. We stuck around there for a bit after my parents left, and The Boy and my brother had a lot of fun finding out their connections with each other. They'd actually met before I'd met The Boy a few times, because they have a lot of mutual friends that they didn't know about. Talk about a small world!

We left my brother's and came home, singing and talking the whole way, and got back to his place by around 10:30. I helped him unload the car, put my stuff in my car, then helped him carry stuff up to his apartment. A hug and a kiss, and the weekend of insane busy-ness was done as I went back to my car to go home.

Summary:
Hiking + New Year's Party + Sledding + Dinner with The Boy and family = Very tired but VERY happy me.


I may even be going back over to his place tonight. Tuesdays is his "making" night, and he said I was more than welcome to come over and bring my knitting to work on and hang out while he started on an electronics thing, since I'd be clueless on the electronics.

The Kitola says "Purrrrr." :)