Gotta Getta Goetta!

Yesterday marked my seventh (I think) venture out of the house in five weeks. Renee and yasu hosted a mid-western themed brunch, and being from Ohio, I had to represent. Egan drove me the three blocks, and Todd and Rand had to manhandle me up the stairs, but after that it was smooth sailing for a feast to rival any Thanksgiving. Renee and yasu always make too much food, but that's just part of their generous nature. And, you won't see me complaining about having too much deliciousness on my plate!


Mmm, goetta, hash, summer tomatoes...


I haven't seen the new 90210 yet, SOB! Renee and I used to watch the original religiously (+ Melrose, + Party of Five, + the ill fated Models, Inc). I see a new tradition starting...



yasuaki on his second plate - waffles were next. I have no idea where he puts it, I just know I'm jealous, because I wish I had that place. Or at least I wish that place wasn't my ass.

Hamster Love!

Tony and Randi came over for a glass of wine Saturday night and brought a very special guest - Jasper!


The adults were too boring for him, but Jasper found a kindred spirit in Jose Luis.

Cat on a Hot Wood Floor

Ok, I know I've totally discarded my mid-western roots when I start bitching about 80 degree heat. But, I'm sorry!!! It was freaking hot last week! Yes, of course, it pales in comparison to the 90-100 degree heat + 90% humidity days of my childhood, or worse, my mid-twenties spent in New York. Ahhh, memories of being trapped underground on a hot, crowded subway train at rush hour when a fight breaks out because someone got their toe stepped on and the other person claims to have a gun... those were the days. Sigh.

But still, for a delicate flower like myself, I felt...wilted. Terribly... so...so terribly...wilted. And I wasn't the only one in our household who felt that way.
Louise moved from spot to spot, ignoring her usual comfy places like her quilt, the bed, the carpet, stretching herself out to cool off.


Egan came home with a headache.


United in suffering.

An exciting 48 hours!

Wow, this deserves a blog. I got to leave the apartment more times in the past 48 hours, than I have in the past two weeks. I went to Chow twice, got my eye brows done (thank god) , went to see my doctor for a 4 week check up, AND went to see The Mommyheads last night!

First, the doctor's news...
My foot is healing really well and is beginning to look less like a monkey paw and more like a foot. The x-ray showed amazing straight bones, so I no longer have to wear a splint and that is helping with the swelling.


Unfortunately, I still can't walk for another three weeks. But it's my hope that come September 23rd, my next appointment, I will get a walking cast and be able to walk on my birthday the next day. (Eh hem, the 24th...write it down.)

Now, The Mommyheads:
Later that night, Egan and Renee and I went to Cafe du Nord, which seemed daunting at first due to the stairs, but they have a very secure railing which is good not only for me, but for all the drunks they probably deal with on a nightly basis. Renee and I have been major fans of The Mommyheads since college, so we had an awesome time reminiscing and singing along. Egan had fun too, although he wasn't so hip on the name and thought they should be called something like "Savage Thunder." Anyway, The Mommyheads broke up 10 years ago, but recently reunited to play a handful of shows to promote a new album.


Since this was their first live show in 12 years, and their only SF show, I wasn't going to let my gimpy status stand in the way. Lots of great tunes. You can hear a sample and buy their album here: http://bladencountyrecords.com/

Oh, and can you believe I didn't somehow find a way to post a picture of Louise?

Boy, oh boy, oh boy!!!

Egan gets back from L.A. tonight and I can't wait to see him! He's been gone since Thursday and although we've talked several times a day, I still missed him a ton. So did Louise. In fact, I spent a good part of yesterday sending him photos of Louise...

Ok. I know, I know. I need to stop with the cat pics, but she's so cute and I am trapped inside! What is a girl to blog about in such circumstances? Yes, you should worry.


Egan's parents sent me an Oregon State stuffed beaver last fall. Louise is a fan.


See! How could I not share this?

Ok, I need help. Someone get me out of the apartment before I am past the point of no return.

Sunday

Saturday morning...

I was brought to the window by the cries of a rather desperate sounding tranny, ("No, YOU don't understand, I lost my purse!!!!!") and this is what I saw.



Not only has someone defaced the Oak Fair Market, but there is a garage sale not even a block away. Can I make it? I want to... And I just saw people carrying stuff. Stuff. That's what I want. I don't need anything, but I want something. Something to break up the lying in bed watching movies and VH1. But I'm not sure I can get there. And, if I did, how would I carry anything back? Maybe a stranger would take pity on me, but do I want a stranger in my house? And, god forbid, what if the garage sales sucks? I don't want to spend 20 minutes getting down the stairs for some asshole's dirty pint glass, or stained tupperware, or shitty George Foreman grill that they're totally ditching cuz it sucks to clean. Been there, done that. I guess I'll settle into the last half of "Empire Strikes Back" and pretend I still have a life... or maybe I'll blog about my cat some more.