Monday, October 25, 2004

getting to the root of the matter...

this morning i kicked the day off right with a cuppa tea, bowl of cheerios [both prepared by my sweetie, jim], and a valium... then, at 7am, jim drove me to the dentist for a root canal. fun!! the drugs started kicking in on the ride downtown and before long we were both donning our goofiest 'house invaders' cockney accents and talking complete nonsense about something... again, the early hour and valium induced haze have conspired to rid my memory of details. i do recall that right about 4th and main we both started laughing uncontrollably... i'm hoping he'll add in some details. i remember there was some business on the radio about the manchester pop scene from the early nineties... they also played a happy mondays song, but i honestly don't recall the spark or where we took it...

the root canal went fine... between taking a valium and skipping my anti-narcoleptic meds, i was pretty much unconscious. now the numbing has subsided and the aching has begun, so i guess i'll go pop a vicodin.

over the weekend, jim and i hosted a HUGE halloween party. there were easily 100 people there during the course of the evening. there are many photos, but for the moment i don't have access, so you'll just have to wait to see them. jim and i dressed up as 'mark' and 'princess'. don't they make a cute couple?

it was a lot of fun, especially when the dance floor [formerly known as the dining room] filled up with wildly gyrating cartoon characters. we were thrilled with the creativity and energy put into the costumes by our friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends... by 3am the bar was dry, the keg was drained, and aside from a few folks from shift, i was the only one left standing... as such i politely offered to let the shifters to stay if needed, otherwise it was time to move along. i made my way through the house and back deck extinguishing all the candles, party lights, and lamps. once the last guest wandered out the back door i locked up the house and headed up to bed. i finally got to sleep around 4am.

i awoke bright and early at 8am... nudging jim awake, i suggested he take christine, bobby, and myself out for breakfast. knowing that bob wouldn't be up for a bit longer, the three of us lounged around and chatted like teenagers at a slumber party. once bobby was up, toni joined us and the 5 of us made our way to the hawthorne cafe and chowed down.

it appeared the weather was going to play nice so we decided to head to rocky butte to do some climbing. jim offered to put up some trad gear [there are no bolts to speak of] to mimic a sport climb so that i could do my first lead. he had 3 pieces of pro on a sloped 5.7. at the top of that i had to run across the grass up to a 5.9 dihedral that had no pro at all... although he put up anchors, since i was leading, i wasn't on belay on the 2nd pitch, so a 25 foot fall could hurt... a lot! just in case, toni was kind enough to spot me and hauled her bouldering mat over to where i was climbing. the holds were a bit thin, but jim had been working on teaching me stemming techniques at the gym, so i made it up without a hitch, clipped the anchor and lowered back down. yay!

Monday, October 18, 2004

this is news?

this morning jim and i awoke, as we always do, to our local public radio station, OPB... in our half awake delirium the weather report started to sound like fodder for stand up comedy. it's been raining hard and steady for the last couple days and the report was stating something painfully obvious and even more uninteresting, along the lines of 'wind and rain causing local leaf blowers' great hardship...' that's actually one of jim's riffs on the topic which lead to gut wrenching peals of laughter... he had countless others, but, it being early i can hardly remember anything besides how hard i was laughing.

he sent me another via email:

"Hopscotch Drawers reporting increased difficulty throughout the week."

suffice it to say, we laugh a LOT.

a couple weeks ago a story on queen latifah singing standards led to him saying, 'what's next? diana krall re-interpreting rap songs?' then he crooned, 'peeeeeeeeeelll mmmeeeeeeee a grrrraaape. . . bitch!'

i almost peed the bed. it stayed with me all day, too... i would be sitting in a meeting and suddenly i'd hear his voice, 'peeeeeeeeeelll mmmeeeeeeee a grrrraaape. . . bitch!' it wasn't one of my more 'composed' days... the best part was the reaction i'd get from people when i just up and sang it out loud... the back story didn't seem to matter.

this afternoon i thought i'd go to OPB's website to check for more interesting 'weather related' stories. instead i found this headline:

"Undecided Voters Big Mystery in Presidential Race"

no shit?