Thursday, July 10, 2008

LOVE, HONOR AND AIRPLANES

Los Angeles International Airport, 29 June, 2008. Our friends, John and Mike were married, for reals, in a joyful, stylish, family and friends-rich weekend. Bravo, California! Here's hoping other states will follow your lead in allowing same-sex unions. Here's hoping our wedding will also be joy filled.

Matt and I had a whirlwind weekend traveling from NYC to LA in two days. We came face to face with the weakening economy and the deep suffering of the airlines . They're hurting, folks, limping home with wounded paws. We were squarely among the casualties; there were missed flights and baggage and general mayhem abound. Still, through it all, Matt shone brightly, looking always for the bright side, the lesson in it all and reminding me for the millionth time exactly why I'm marrying him.

Here we are, after a long day of overbooked flights and let downs at the In and Out Burger nestled yards away from the international arrivals' runway. We sat and watched the big birds land and I can honestly say it was one of the best days of my life.






Wednesday, May 28, 2008

PARIS, J'TAIME






What an incredible trip. Perfect in every way. The best part was the Velib, or city bicycles, which we rode often and far. Wish NYC would install the same system. Just swipe a credit card and for less that $5, you can have wheels for a day.

Friday, May 23, 2008

HAS ANYONE HERE SEEN NAKED FACE?

A few more from our trip to the Hudson Valley. Matt shaved his beard. Now, when I slap him, it hurts more.




UPSTATE IN GOD KNOWS WHERE

Notably, most people with blogs of themselves and their boyfriend/fiance/husband to be have the editorial sense to post flattering pictures of themselves. I am not alone on this. But, good editors also know NOT to post photos that are too ego centric either. I mean, no one wants to read some personal diary about a someone who is a tad too vain-glorious, right? Nobody likes a whistler. Nonetheless, this site, by it's nature is narcissistic, so the question becomes: how does one post gracefully? I think about this more than I should and can't help but wonder just what kinds of jackasses are up here talking about themselves?

Well as a kind of critical mea culpa, this site WAS and IS designed for my parents and family that I get to see far too little, so I feel it's OK to share the kinds of photos one might only see in the just back from Rite Aid with the white envelope, have a look kind of candor.

That said, the picture below wherein I am gazing [ever so prettily, I might add] is one of those pictures that others with big dumb blogs should think long and hard about posting. But post I will as this particular picture was taken after I'd had about three too many margaritas and was actually performing for the photographer, who if you look carefully, is finishing off the last of my cocktails. How do you like that, Mom? Dad? Yepper, I'm plumb loaded here and pretty as I may be, I can't hold my liquor.

This post goes out to all of you ironic sorts. Lovely flowers are even better when crushed by a boot. Godspeed Y'all.








Tuesday, January 08, 2008

30-SOMETHINGS

Here is Gretchen Jean, my maid of honor. Here is Tre, her husband and father of their three children. Here are their three children, Sophia, Ian and Nicholas.

The other pictures are from ye old college days and a trip Gretch took to NY. Oh, and here is Gretch's wedding as well. We've known each other for many, many years, although it really seems like yesterday.














DELUX-URY

Great company, good food. Sam and George were in town from LA and we had dinner with Craig, Sarah and Adam. Great night.

TIME WARNER CENTER

Matt and I went for a long walk down to Columbus Circle at the corner of Central Park. That's Columbus outside in the Circle.


GORGEOUS GEORGE

Here is the ever stunning George Washington Bridge as it welcomes us to Gotham after our Iowa adventure. I always feel very sad when I come back to NY. To me Iowa is everything that is gentle, true, simple and real about the world. It doesn't take long, however, for me to get back into the NY Swing.


HUNTERS IN THE SNOW

A wildly wicked snow storm tore through our trees. Dad and Matt cleaned up the yard and later went hunting. This was Matt's maiden voyage which Father confirmed went well.









MOTHER'S SIDE

Mom and Dad grew up less than two hours from each other, so Aunt Helen and Uncle Denny's house in Sioux City is the other stop on our Christmas journey. Here are my cousins, Lynn and his wife Marian, Uncle Den, Eric, Troy and Aunt Helen. I love this place and those in it very much.