‘Party’ Category

  1. welcome to fabulous doc vegas!

    October 4, 2004 :: 9:16 pm

    so, as i was saying two posts ago, i took doc to las vegas for his birthday. it was supposed to be a complete surprise, and amazingly enough it was. i can’t even begin to tell you how tough it was to keep this from him. like i said, i’d been planning it since january, and then in earnest starting in june.

    i needed him to take monday and tuesday off of work, so i told him that i had a booksigning in austin on monday (knowing he wouldn’t want me to have to go alone), and then i told him that tuesday i wanted to take him out for a day of fun. i mentioned speed zone, arcade games, movies, and pizza. his boss, anne, was totally in on the scheme, and we were e-mailing each other behind the scenes about him taking those days off and what excuses i’d told him. i had to real casual-like ask him to take those days off work… i tried not to bug him too much about it lest he get suspicious. but he asked, and he got the time off (like i knew he would, but i acted surprised and pleased nonetheless), and i felt soooooo much relief after that — it was my biggest worry, that he wouldn’t feel like he could take time off, and even though it was ok with anne for him to be gone, he wouldn’t have felt like he prepared adequately for it, and worried the whole time, etc.

    so anyway, i couldn’t eat for about two days beforehand, i was so nervous about it. on saturday i got up early and did some last minute prep stuff. after watching cartoons for a while, doc went up to take a bath and fell asleep in the tub, which was a stroke of luck for me because it gave me a chance to do even more last minute prep stuff that i didn’t want him to see.

    i woke him up in time to get dressed so we could go to the airport — i had told hiim that we were going to pick up joel and valerie from dfw and then go to lunch with them. we had a few extra minutes before we needed to leave, and i was just casually going through a book of logos sitting on the bed, but my hands were freezing cold and shaking like a leaf. i was trying desperately to be casual while i felt like i might barf at any minute from nerves!

    so we got into the car, i backed out of the garage, and stopped. my plan was to tell him that i forgot joel and valerie’s flight information, and run back in the house so i could set the lights on timers and turn off the a/c… but i couldn’t hold it in anymore. i told him that we weren’t really going to pick up joel and valerie, and then i handed him his gift — a little hand-built book i’d made for him, describing his trip in detail (but not telling him that anyone else was coming).

    he was in total shock!! he had absolutely no idea about the trip at all. he really thought that we were just going to have a regular mundane weekend. he later told me that he thought i might have had something planned for his birthday in austin, since we were “going to be there anyway,” but he never expected anything like what i’d planned! he was totally not in vacation mode, so he was in shock for quite a few hours while he adjusted his frame of mind.

    when we got to the airport, we were sitting there at the gate talking, when brittney walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, saying “excuse me, do you know what time it is?” he was reaching for his phone to check the time when he realized it was her, but it took him a minute to realize that she was coming with us.

    when we arrived at the aladdin hotel in vegas, we got all our luggage off the shuttle and walked up to the lobby doors, and suddenly there was bob! another total surprise for doc. once we got our rooms, i went over to brittney’s room to talk about going to pick up our second city tickets at the kiosk, and we used that time to call joel and valerie at their hotel and tell them to come over. they showed up at our door about 30 minutes later, once more to doc’s complete surprise.

    so after all the surprises were over, we just had a fabulous time for 3 days. we ate dinner saturday night at the aladdin buffet, which was expensive like everything else in vegas, but really good and definitely worth doing once. we wandered around the city for a little while, and then went to see the second city comedy show. i remember it as being funnier when brittney and i went a couple of years ago, but they saved it at the end with a hilarious impersonation of the dancing fountains at bellagio — three people with squirt guns behind a black barricade. awesome!

    on sunday night we went to see cirque du soleil’s “O”, their water show. it was one of the coolest things i’ve ever seen, and worth every penny of the $112 ticket price. i cannot recommend it highly enough if you ever get the chance. you will not regret it.

    some of the other things we did included: visiting the shark reef at mandalay bay (eh… not worth the ticket price, just a so-so aquarium), watching the fall of atlantis at caesar’s palace (totally cheesy and free!), going downtown to fremont street to see the old classic hotels, seeing the gondolas at the venetian (overrated), seeing the lions at the mgm grand (and getting our picture taken with a baby white lion!). we ate lots of bad-for-us food, rode the roller coaster at new york new york (and i discovered that i really can’t go on rides anymore, dammit), did a silly little motion-ride at luxor, spent about $50 each at the slots (it’s good to have a budget!), had drinks at bars and restaurants, got a few free drinks while pumping quarters into the shiny pleasantly tinkly-sounding slot machines, stayed up way too late, got up way too early (although not on purpose, really), and walked a LOT!

    i think we spent more on cab fare than anything, but it sure saved our feet.

    oh, and about the slot machines — lots of them no longer accept coins (bills or tickets only), and most of them don’t actually pump out coins when you win. they simply print you out a ticket for the amount of your winnings, which you can either put back into another machine or exchange it at the cashier for actual money. but it does make a little electronic “coin clinking” noise when you win. i felt cheated! there’s something just not right about a printed ticket and an electronic beep. it’s not as much fun. which, come to think of it, is probably a good thing.

    the best part, though, for both of us, was getting to spend time with our friends. i’m so glad that they could all come, and were willing to spend the dough to help celebrate with doc. it was an absolute blast.

    photos to come tomorrow.


  2. viva doc vegas!

    September 28, 2004 :: 9:31 pm

    we just got back from the city of sin, the city of 24-hour slots, 24-hour sluts, 24-hour cigarette smoke clouds, the city that never sleeps except that everything but the casinos shut down around 10 p.m.

    i took doc to las vegas as a surprise for his birthday. and surprisingly enough, it remained a complete surprise! he was totally shocked; he had absolutely no idea i was planning this. brittney, bob, joel, and valerie came with us (although he didn’t know it until gradually they kept showing up at the airport, in the hotel lobby, knocking on our hotel room door). a few other people knew about it ahead of time, although i tried to limit the number of people i told to decrease the chances that doc would find out about it.

    i’d been planning this trip since january. his boss was in on it too — i had to tell him some little fibs in order to get him to take yesterday and today off of work, but she was totally OK with it and helped in my sneaky scheme.

    the absolute best part about it, for me (besides the fact that i actually pulled it off and surprised him), was seeing the look on his face when i told him that we were NOT, in fact, going to pick up joel and valerie from the airport and then doing mundane stuff for the rest of the weekend, but instead were going to las vegas for a birthday vacation. and having our friends come with us — that was just the best. we had a complete blast.

    i’ll post some pictures and tell some more tales later.


  3. Tiki!

    June 27, 2004 :: 10:10 pm

    Here are some pictures from the Tiki Party. You can click through about 25 pictures from the photo album. That party was a lot of fun! I had a little too much to drink — I felt kind of icky all the next day. I rarely do that anymore, so it was a little disconcerting. I guess the sangria was stronger than it tasted.

    I had a weird dream while napping this afternoon. It had to do with visiting Sarah and Emily, and then something about being on rocky ledges above the sea or a lake, driving on freeways in strange towns, and looking at the patterns on Joe’s bedsheets (as if he had separate sheets from Sarah). It was very involved and I kept half-waking up to see what time it was but then going back to sleep because I wanted to see what happened next in the dream.

    We saw Fahrenheit 9/11 on Friday night. It was an amazing film. I cried through about half of it. Most of what he talked about was stuff I already knew, but it just made my blood boil to hear it again. And the images… oh man. I made myself watch the whole thing and not turn my head away, including all the images of dead and dying people, and some of what I saw is going to stay burned into my brain for a very long time. It was the number one film this weekend, taking in nearly $22 million, at a very small number of screens. It’s the number one documentary of all time — and this was just opening weekend.


  4. Aaah, the power of Tivo!

    February 24, 2004 :: 10:30 pm

    Click me!

    This is a picture from New Year’s Eve. Looks like we’re not going to get around to posting all the pictures. Next time you’re at our house, we can look at them on the TV downstairs.

    Some personal good news lately, to counteract the unbelievably depressing political state we live in these days (ah, but never fear, I’ll get to that in a minute!): My friend Kim got a new job. This is a Very Good Thing — her God seems to be working in mysterious ways. I’d call it Karma, if it were my situation. We are going to visit Arushi and Shyamal in Seattle some time soon. Mom and Dad are (finally!) getting the hell out of Texas, and moving back to Washington State this spring or summer. Leslie is doing yoga with me at lunch. They have just bought a new house, and although they will be living farther away, it’s a great investment for them. It rained all day today, and most of yesterday afternoon and evening. I love rain. We went to Gay Bingo at the Lakewood Theatre last weekend and had a blast, even though we did not get to sit with our friends. Who knew that bingo could be so much fun?? Both Doc and I were one square away from winning on several occasions. The greatest moment of the evening, though, was watching a marriage proposal on stage. The women got a standing ovation. I think next time I’ll make a $10 donation to the Gay and Lesbian Resource Center of Dallas and get Bruce thrown in Bingo Jail for a game. :)

    This is Yoga Master Bruce doing Face In Plant Pose. Just off-camera is Doc, doing Vomiting Swan Pose, and Brittney couldn’t make it because she was still at the office doing Evil Employer Pose, which works every muscle but provides little benefit.

    The latest from the Daily MisLeader: “President Bush, attempting to obscure his record as the worst economic steward since Herbert Hoover, has become so desperate that he is exploring ways to manipulate statistics. Just days after Bush reneged on his pledge to create 2.6 million jobs and said with a straight face that “5.6% unemployment is a good national number,” the New York Times uncovered a White House report showing that the president is considering re-classifying low-paid fast food jobs as “manufacturing jobs” as a way to hide the massive manufacturing job losses that have occurred during his term.”

    All this is making me want to plead with Ralph Nader not to run. And I voted for Ralph wholeheartedly in 2000. Damn. My pledge to always vote my conscience has run up against the brick wall of accepting the fact that politics is a horrible, venomous game and my vote means a whole lot more than just my conscience this time around. Although, frankly, living in this hellhole state, it won’t matter who I vote for.


  5. finally!

    November 11, 2003 :: 11:18 pm

    Halloween pictures are posted!


  6. quit bugging me about Halloween! i’ll get to it!!

    November 6, 2003 :: 8:31 pm

    I’m finally getting off my butt and writing some more stories. I’ve been so tired lately, and I haven’t felt like doing much of anything. I’m glad that I was productive last week and sold some paintings. I think that I’m going to try to donate some paintings or other “artistic goods” to charities for fund raisers or raffles or what have you. That would allow me my selfish “me-time” to continue my creative pursuits, but would also allow me to do something for my community at the same time. I’d like to volunteer, but it’s just a question of giving up the time that I could be spending doing something creative.

    I don’t even know if places would want a donation like that. I guess I’ll have to look into it.

    I promise that I will post the Halloween party pictures sooooooon! It’s a lot of work to go through all the photos, throw out the bad ones, crop and color correct the good ones, and get them all online. There’s well over 200 photos, so please be patient!

    I’m coloring my hair, so I have to get up in about 15 minutes to check it and rinse out the smelly goop. Maybe I’ll see next time if Andrew can cut me a deal and color it for me. I’m pretty proficient at it, but it might be nice to have a professional do it once in a while.

    Here’s a story from more recent days than the stories I’ve been telling lately — probably from about three years ago:

    We were living in the rent house on Ridgelea Street by Love Field. This house was built in 1946, and nothing at all was standard size (windows for miniblinds, shower head threads, doorframes, etc.). The kitchen cabinets went all the way to the ceiling, and the top shelf was waaaaay up high so that even I, at 5 feet 11 inches, had trouble reaching it.

    Anyway, I was making dinner and reached up to this tippy top shelf to get the spare blade for my food processor, and I lost my grip. The blade fell off the shelf and was headed straight for my head, and my natural reaction was to grab for it to keep it away from my face. Well, it being a BLADE and all, this didn’t turn out so well. It sliced into the fleshy pad of my left thumb, nice and deep.

    I ran into the bathroom to try to stop the bleeding, and was running my thumb under the cold water faucet when I made the mistake of looking at the wound. It was deep, allright, and spouting blood everywhere. So I fainted. Luckily, my dear sweet Doc was standing next to me and caught me before I fell all the way to the floor. I came to within seconds, and he sat me down on the toilet seat lid next to the sink, and had me hold my hand over the sink but NOT LOOK, so he could try to bandage it up or determine if I needed stitches.

    He was trying to get the bleeding stopped, and I was trying to relax, so I leaned back a little and took some deep breaths, but I had forgotten about the lit candle on the back of the toilet seat — and my hair caught fire.

    It didn’t burn too much before we noticed my head crackling and smoking, and luckily a few whacks with my hand were all it took to put it out.

    So when I tell this story, I call it The Day I Sliced Open My Thumb, Passed Out, and Set My Hair On Fire, All Within Five Minutes. You think YOU had a bad day?!


  7. incredibly busy but fun week

    November 2, 2003 :: 11:49 pm

    Last week was one of the busiest weeks that I think I’ve had in a long time. Arushi and Shyamal moved on Thursday. Right now they are somewhere in Colorado, enjoying the sub-freezing weather (while it’s still HOT here in Dallas – mid 80s in November). I am having a hard time believing that they are actually gone. I guess that distances aren’t really so far anymore, what with e-mail and IM and free long distance on cell phones… but still. We had a farewell brunch for them at Rachel’s house last Sunday, and then dinner with them and Kim on Tuesday.

    The rest of the week was spent preparing for Friday’s Halloween party. We had some great decorations (and lots of decorating help) and I think that the yard and the downstairs of the house looked awesome. I’m not sure that we can compete with John and Melanie’s decorations (neither of us have built a real life web slinger, for instance), but I think ours were cool in their own way. The party was fantastic. Tons of people came, and we got some really fabulous photos. I’m going to post them to their own page so people can look and download them, but here are a couple of my favorites: [Photo 1] [Photo 2]. The last guests left some time between 2:30 and 3 in the morning. I’ll write more about the party later

    I sold five paintings at my art show yesterday!! That was just beyond my wildest dreams. Two young couples each bought two paintings, and Joel bought one. Turns out that the first guy is a cousin to someone that I went to college with. Small world! I wasn’t sure that I was going to sell two of the paintings, but I felt good about the people who were buying them, so I decided that I could let them go to good homes. I’m glad Joel has one because I can go and visit it. :)


  8. cows in space

    September 19, 2003 :: 11:24 pm

    Last night’s party: I accidentally burned the tofu into cute little triangular shaped teriyaki charcoal briquettes. All the other food turned out very successfully. There was way too much of it, as usual. We all made a good dent in the margarita bucket. We have huge amounts of ice cream left over, which is bad because we are trying to adapt to a diet without refined sugar and high-glycemic carbohydrates such as potatoes, corn, and white flour (like the “Sugar Busters” thing that is popular).

    I went over to Hong Kong market to buy the ill-fated tofu the other night and was completely fascinated by the kinds of ice cream they sell in the freezer section: there’s regular stuff like mango, plum, and green tea, but then there’s avocado, which must taste like guacamole (bleah!); cheese-and-corn which contained cheddar cheese and creamed corn (I am not making this up); AND, get this, FOUR-CHEESE ICE CREAM!

    Here’s my first Flash project from class:

    It’s story time again:

    In 3rd grade at Harrington Elementary in Plano, the teacher would occasionally chide me in math class for “traveling” — somehow my desk would scoot its way across the floor. I’m not sure how this happened; maybe I was moving my feet or something or fidgeting in my seat, but my desk would slowly but surely move up the room. “Katie, you’re traveling again!”

    Also, 3rd grade was when I got glasses. I can’t remember if I had a hard time seeing the blackboard, but I do remember going into the little A/V room with the class to watch a movie or a filmstrip, and trying to sit in the first row and still having to scrunch up my eyes so I could see clearly. But it didn’t actually occur to me that this was abnormal; that this wasn’t how everyone saw. My teacher must have noticed me squinting and called my parents or something.

    In kindergarten at Applewood Elementary in Houston, we used to play Red Rover at recess. This game was great fun, although I rarely got picked to be the red rover. The kids would stand in two lines facing each other, holding hands. One team would chant, “Red Rover, Red Rover, let come over!” Then the kid whose name was called would break out of formation and run at the team who chanted, trying to break through. If he could, he joined that team. Or something like that. Anyway, you got to run and crash into people on purpose and not get in trouble for it.


  9. the week before vacation

    September 18, 2003 :: 9:47 pm

    Man, am I tired. This week has been truly nonstop. A short recap: Monday and Wednesday we had Flash class after work, from 6 pm – 10 pm. Tuesday we raced from work to the grocery store, shopped for stuff for the party tomorrow, raced home, showered, and went to a late dinner at the Macaroni Grill with Kathryn, Brett, Arushi, Shyamal, Rachel, and Brittney. That was a lot of fun. Tonight we went to the liquor store to get beer and wine and stuff for the party, to Central Market to get some soy ice cream, and then once we got home I started cooking: focaccia bread with sun-dried tomatoes, a cranberry-orange cake, cream cheese icing, artichoke-spinach dip, meatballs, teriyaki tofu triangles. My back hurts and I forgot to eat dinner. Actually, that always happens when I cook a lot — I don’t get hungry, and often I don’t eat at all. Oh, I also had to run out and get the tofu from Hong Kong Market, because they don’t sell pressed dry tofu at the regular grocery. Doc kept busy cleaning up the house, even though he actually has two separate headaches going on at the same time.

    More stories:

    I have always been somewhat phobic about bees and wasps and other flying stinging insects. When I was little, I used to wish that someone would invent a bee suit, so I could walk outside and not have to worry about bees. The suit would be made of a clear hard plastic, and it would fit my body perfectly, hovering always about 1mm away from my skin. I could breathe through a mesh screen placed across an opening over my mouth and nose. This way, bees could land on me and try to sting me, and they couldn’t. I would be protected.

    My fear probably started, or at least was exacerbated, by a nature story I read in a kids’ magazine (maybe Highlights or Ranger Rick) about the African killer bees that had invaded South America and were moving northwards towards the United States. Well, I knew enough to know that Texas was basically the bottom of the U.S., so the bees would probably reach us before anyone. This was about the worst possible news my six-year-old mind couuld imagine — flying stinging insects that CHASE you ON PURPOSE. Everyone always said that bees are more afraid of you than you are of them — well, not with THESE bees!

    There were also some bee incidents when I was little that scared me. On two separate occasions, Mike was attacked by multiple wasps; once, at the end of our block where there were some fields and vacant lots, and again at my dad’s company picnic near the horse rides. The company picnic incident may have been someone else entirely, and my memory has turned it into Mike; I’m not sure. But I think that the end-of-the-block incident involved blue wasps (maybe there’s no such thing, but that’s what I remember) and they got into his pants or his little toddler jumpsuit or something like that.

    Another incident happened in Plano when I was walking to elementary school. I distinctly remember that I was wearing a rainbow-striped terrycloth tank top with white spaghetti straps, and a fucking ENORMOUS bumble bee landed on me as I was walking across the teacher parking lot, and it crawled up my arm and into my ARMPIT, and I just stood there with my arm raised in the air, completely immobilized with fear.

    The only time that I have ever been stung by a bee, though, was when I was older. This was in Plano, before we got the swimming pool. I was walking in bare feet in the backyard at night, WELL AFTER all flying stinging creatures are supposed to have gone home, and I got stung on my little toe by one of those giant red wasps that was crawling through the grass. I stepped near him, or maybe even on him, and he stung my little baby toe. It hurt like hell. I’m sure that I cried like a baby. I was actually a little insulted, because they aren’t supposed to be out at night! Nighttime is supposed to be safe for the bee-phobic!