The Best Party Ever

Yesterday, Saturday, I went to THE BEST HALLOWEEN PARTY EVER!!!!
At this party I saw some of the coolest costumes (like the first dog who went to outer space), and there was plenty of alcohol, and music and sooo much fun. As soon as I get some pictures I will post them. I went as Queen Guinevere, and Alan was Lancelot. I had a horrific ball-of-a-time!

Today is Sunday, Alan and I have plans to go to a pumpkin-carving party, so we need to buy pumpkins. I am so excited. I really wanted to make Alan a pumpkin pie, but there has been no time for that. Did I mention that this is the weekend of Alan's birthday?? Well, it is. :) I like to tease him by saying that I am dating "an older man". - He is only turning 25. -

I have done a mini-survey: apparently people who turn 25 start freaking out about getting old. This is totally ridiculous, especially because most of my friends today will probably live to be over 100. 25 seems like nothing compared to 90 and 100. Technology and medicine are making it so people can live forever! In any case, worring is stressfull and stress makes you age faster. Worrying about getting old just makes you wrinkle and get older sooner, which would be a kind of self fulfilling prophecy.

Anyway, I need to get ready to carve pumpkins. I haven't carved one in years. I wonder if I need a special knife or something.

I Could Not Resist

Jacqueline did it and I could not resist. Apparently I look like a lot of not-famous people, people I have never heard of, and then there is crack-head Kate Moss. ?!?!
Actually, Jean Harlow is pretty cool. In fact, she is awesome.

Fuits and Vegitables

Nothing much happening here… I’m in Monterey this week, again. I have discovered that tomatoes are not the most horrible fruit in the world, and I have eaten lots of them today. I especially like them covered in EVOO and paired with mozzarella cheese with Basil.

Before this discovery, the only tolerable form of tomatoes for me was salsa. I would eat any kind of salsa, but pick tomatoes out of my salad. I do not know when this aversion for tomatoes began, or why I was so particular about it. Everybody has their culinary quirks. I am working on my tomatoes… but I still HATE avocadoes for no good reason. I will not eat avocadoes under any circumstance, and I am sticking to my guns about this.

Note: For those of you who do not watch Rachel Ray, EVOO = Extra Virgin Olive Oil = it makes everything taste ten times better.

Note to self: buy more EVOO.

Life

First of all: I did not know Lady Bugs could bite. When I yelped in the middle of the street, and slapped a Lady Bug off of my arm, Alan thought I was going crazy. But it is true, and the bite left a mark.

My postings have not been as frequent as before because I have no internet access at home, and at work most of the fun sites I go to are blocked off.

Life is good. The HOLIDAYS are coming, like Holloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Even though they seem far away, time has been passing so quickly for me that I fear by the next time I blink I’ll be 42. Unfortunately I have NO vacation time, so a January trip to Italy will in all likelihood not be repeated.

I still like my job and my bosses; they treat me very well. My responsibilities have been increasing almost daily at the workplace… and I am not complaining. I love what I do and I am learning a ton. I especially enjoy overtime (the pay is much better).
But not all is work: A couple of weeks ago, on a Wednesday, we closed all the offices in the area and all of us workers went to the Golden Gate Race Track. In this splendid location we had a wonderful buffet at the Turf Club, and gambled away company money. There was an open bar… I even won a race! It was a lot of fun.

I’m in Monterey at the moment, at Alan’s house. Saturday we attended a friend’s very informal wedding. I believe I fussed more about what I was going to wear than the actual bride did! There were only about 12 people (including the bride and groom). It was very sweet. With small intimate weddings you can almost see the love in the air. An old couple, that has been marring couples for years, wed my friends on Garrapata beach. The ceremony master wore a gigantic robe, which had once belonged to the Jesus of the Jesus Christ Super Star play. On this singular robe there were patches and embroidered trinkets that every couple he had ever wed had stitched on as a symbol of their relationship. Our couple stitched on Blinky, from the Simpsons. Alan was a witness and the ring bearer. Except, there were no rings, just engraved Superman-dog tags that they lovingly tied around each other’s necks.
…The only thing that did not go according to plan was that the bride was sick. Very sick, with a horrible cold. In fact, half the people at the wedding were sick (because they are all coworkers) and now I am paranoid that I might be getting sick. I made Chicken soup last night.

Over and Out.