re: Happy Halloween

You get the idea.

Happy Halloween! Don't get stabbed.

re: Fall Weddings

I got to go to the wedding of the lovely Rebecca Jacobson and Cameron Turner over the weekend. It was a perfect fall wedding at a gorgeous vineyard up past Sacramento. The bride looked so lovely in her (homemade!) dress, dancing in the little gazebo.



The only thing better than the apple juice they served was the treats they gave out. Homemade love jam? I suspect/hope it all just sounds weirder than it tastes.

But maybe the caterers snuck a taste of the love jam. I caught the caterer with the top ponytail blatantly oogling the caterer showing off his calves while cutting the beef.

Love is in the air. And the jam.

re: Political costumes

If there were someone out there keeping track of these things, I think there would be some neat charts that would show how on an election year, the number of political Halloween costumes goes way up. And this year, when we have such easy targets? We all know the streets are going to be overrun with hockey moms and Joes carrying six-packs and plungers.

Because I have brown hair and glasses in my every day life, I got a lot of people telling me that i would make a perfect Sarah Palin for Halloween. Initially I decided not to dress as Palin, even if I can get the perfect bouffant and am a really good winker, mostly because it was going to be the obvious costume of the year, and I never like to be one in the sea of the unoriginal. I mean, even Lindsay Lohan is taking the low road this year!

But...political costumes can be pretty funny, and when else am I going to look this much like a candidate? So, at the costume party I attended over the weekend, I still decided to go as Sarah Palin. Just Sarah Palin dressed as a shark.

re: Hiding the Past

I went to a flea market last week with Aaron, and was delighted to stumble upon a huge bin of old photos full of people that I can only imagine were documenting some very important times in their lives.

The time you taxidermied your favorite cat into a new toupee for yourself!

The special short shorts outfit you wore when meeting your in-laws for the first time!

The big box to hide behind when you are naked on Christmas morning!

Seriously. If these were your photos, would you ever allow them to make it into a bin of photos at a flea market, for sale to anyone with a dirty dollar in their pocket?

re: Getting the right caterer

The Parks/Sparks wedding finally took place this weekend! You can tell it happened in Southern California because...

1) That is most certainly the LA Temple behind the happy couple.

2. In n'Out catered the party.

re: Positive Effects of Facial Hair

We went to a hoedown this weekend, and discovered what Brant has been trying to tell us all along.

Before facial hair:


After! The joy is evident.




Brant still won the mustache contest, but I think we all helped prove that a healthy dose of facial hair makes you a better square dancer.

re: Making up your own words

I was talking to Steve the other day, and he kept calling my panini maker a pateeny maker. It is such a better word. A pateeny is so much cuter than a panini any day.

I got small bread at the supermarket the other day and have been eating pateenys every day this week. I wish I could think of a cuter name for soup.

re: My House Guest

Jeff the Dentist came to town this week, and stayed at my house. I can't take total credit for him wanting to come to San Francisco. I think he caught wind of this guy Kai the Meteorologist that is his SF doppleganger, and was hoping to challenge Kai to a duel.

Jeff totally brought his A-game, as evidenced by the chums-that-look-suspiciously-like-an-old-dude-ponytail that he wears all the time these days.

Kai the Meteorologist got scared and faked sick all week, so the fight to the death never happened. Apparently everything else in San Francisco over the weekend was super boring, because Jeff didn't get that excited about anything.

I mean, cmon. Danny Hurley was even in town. Jeff?

"Boooooooring. I would rather read my book Romance of the Dragons than talk to the 15 other people sitting in the living room right now.

Okay. Maybe you would rather go see some free music in Golden Gate Park at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival? I hear that MCHammer, Iron and Wine, and Earl Scruggs are all playing for free.

And I hear that cute girls might be there.

And I hear that an overly aggressive dancing hippie might get tackled in the middle of Emmylou Harris's set by a member of the crowd who is tired of getting stepped on, and that as security drags the hippie off, the crowd will erupt in applause. (thanks for documenting, stewf)

How about that? Does that sound exciting, Jeff?

"{phone stuff, phone stuff} Were you talking to me?"


At least we know there was one thing that Jeff was excited about. Memphis Minnie's!

(come back to SF soon, Jeff. And bring Cameron next time. It isn't the same without you two here.)

re: Girl Pants

On Friday night we had tickets to go see Sigur Rós at the the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. Paul showed up straight from work in a shirt and tie, which we took a vote on and unanimously deemed totally inappropriate. What would the Icelanders think? Paul didn't have time to go home and change, so I just dressed him up in some of my clothes instead. It was like playing Barbies, but even more fun!

Paul. In girl clothing. In public!


(apparently I have a bigger butt than he does, which doesn't really seem fair.)

Not everyone was lucky enough to go outfit shopping in my closet. Looks like these guys borrowed their evening attire from a bum. Nice trash bag outfits, guys.


(though maybe if we had borrowed some stylish trashbags to wear, we wouldn't have gotten so wet during the encore when it started pouring)

The good thing about Paul wearing girl clothing is that it started to make him think like a girl too. Paul spotted Jared Leto's dreamboat eyes out of a crowd of thousands, and wouldn't stop squealing until we took a photo of him.