We were busy little mammalian creatures this last month, which is interesting
because we were both sick at one point or another. Heck I didnít go into
for two days. For those of you who are not following the state of Crystalís
health, I donít remember the last time I didnít go to work for reasons
of health. I know that I havenít done it in the three years Iíve been at
Providian. And I know that I didnít do it in the three years, I was at
Bayer (I didnít get paid if I didnít come in). And I know I didnít take
any sick days the last year that I was at House of Daniels because I got
money for not taking any sick days that year. So, itís been at least seven
years. Although, I did actually work those two days. I just didnít go into
my office to do it.
Anyway, sickness is a boring topic. This section is about events.
This last month (and probably forgetting stuff and donít bother to tell
me to add things later, because youíll only contribute to my insanity and
no one wants that. Well, except the Spanish Inquisition, but I digress),
ē On-going Ė Karen went to a bunch of Starry Plough dancing shindigs.
Some Death Guild. The 2.24.03 Death Guild was great. Beautiful clothes,
depressed music makes for a great evening.
ē 2.1.03 Dangerous Beauty Ball Ė the dancing was bit boring, (I donít
like set dances, they drive me mad) but we looked
ē 2.7.03 Friday Night Waltz Ė Karen went without Crystal but managed
to have a good time anyway. They taught French dances from the Jazz Age,
some of which were boring and some were a blast. The dancing was excellent
and the dj honored a request from the crowd for a second Congress of Vienna.
ē 2.8.03 Picnic in the City Ė absolutely lovely picnic by the Palace
of the Legion of Honor in SF. The weather was gorgeous, the company was
fun, and the food was yummy. We geeked and chatted and then went geo-caching.
After the picnic, the whole gang repaired to our apartment for a Hugh Jackman
marathon, well Swordfish and Kate & Leopold, since weíd all seen X-men
3 billion times.
ē 2.14.03 Valentineís Day Ė in a comedy of errors I thought I had made
a reservation for the Waterfront. Turns out I had made a reservation at
Samís Sea Shack or some such place. Did I mention that I was really sick?
Anyway, Samís called at 3:40 Friday. Thankfully, Karen was home. She
called me because, hello, not where wanted to go. I told her to call the
Watefront, which is certainly where I thought I made the reservation, while
I made preparation to wrap up the stuff I was working on.
Turns out, no we did not have a reservation and the only available times
were 5:00 and 10:30. I told Karen to take the 5:00 reservation and I was
going to leave work. It was 4:50. I caught the 5:00 BART to my car. Karen
made the reservation, they took her credit card number and said if we didnít
make it by 5:15, theyíd give away our seat and bill us 50 bucks.
At 5:10 I started to drive home. Meanwhile, Karen was getting dressed,
trying to remember what I said I was going to where so she could lay it
out and generally hyperventilating (hey, Iím telling the story and hyperventilating
is funny.) Anyway, traffic across town was terrible and I walked through
the door at about at 5:27.
I knew there wasnít time for me to get dressed. So, I gathered my clothes
together, had Karen get me some makeup. Shoved everything in a backpack
and we went to the car. I got in the backseat as we drove back to BART,
where I changed.
One problem, the bodice I brought was missing ribbon to lace up the
front. This was important, because my shirt likewise had no closure. Karen
quite rightly shot down a visit to Beverlyís for some ribbon, so I removed
my shoe lace and laced myself in quite tightly with that. We ran to BART.
Caught the 4:47 BART to the city.
I put my makeup on while on BART. Karen had to play mom. Spit cleaning
At 5:05, we arrived in S.F. We ran out of BART (in our high heels),
ran up the stairs, down Embarcadero, realized that we were in terrible
shape and walked for bit. Ran. Walked. Almost died laughing as we reached
viewing distance of the restaurant. We arrived at 5:10. We rock. We
had a great meal. And since we were there considerably earlier than
we had intended (I was going for a 7:00 reservation) we went to go see
Daredevil. Honestly, I love experiences
like that, because if you can pull it off, well it makes a great story.
And provided you donít mind changing clothes in a car, running in high
heels, and generally being willing to do, well, you can pull it off.
ē 1.22.03 Gaskellís Ė the dancing was
incredible, the music was incredible, the band was totally on, I danced
every dance that I wanted to, I pulled good dancers. I danced a silly Sir
Roger. It was fairly lightly attended for Gaskell, which meant there was
floor space. I talked to people. Had a blast.
ē 2.23.03 Hiking in Marin by Lake Bonne Tempe Ė Last year we went a
bit later and saw wild flowers. This year it was a bit early, but we still
saw some on this varied terrain hike. 3.4 miles (plus change that we added
on). Itís the way I like a hike, warm up, steep area, then coast along.
And plus beautiful. We saw a crane!