Tracy and John’s Wedding

It happened this weekend and it was pretty fun, despite the minor strss out I had about the photobooth guy not showing up during the time I was told he would be there.

But he showed, and fun was had:

I'm giving Patrick the uppercut

Happy Belated Birthday, USA!

I actually did celebrate Independence Day on time, I just forgot to post about it. I’ve been running around like crazy for the past few days. Sunday would be a party at Piper’s place. I needed to bake a pie, a personal goal that I committed to earlier in the week. Beth was going to be coming and staying with me for a few days so I desperately needed to clean my room. Brunch commitments and evening commitments had been made for Saturday so I definitely couldn’t bake or clean much on that day.

Friday was a half day, during which I needed to look at an actual recipe for the pie I was going to make. Tracy had suggested this one from the Smitten Kitchen. On Thursday night I ended up at the farmer’s market in my neighborhood and bought a three pack of strawberry baskets. I was a little worried though because strawberries bought at farmer’s markets are really things that should be eaten right away, instead of four days later. If you throw them in the fridge for four days, they turn to mush.

I think ended up getting all my ingredients together. The pie crust was going to be the most difficult part as it needed to remain cold as it was being made since there  needed to be chunks of butter in it. This actually took two days because I kept needed to throw it in the freezer then  postponing it, since I found myself in a time crunch. I had to pick my sister and her friend up from Anime Expo, which was also happening this weekend.

Saturday found me at my parents house where I brought my sister and her friend the night before. I then zipped off to our monthly brunch at Shore House Cafe. It was good, I finally gave Jamie her birthday gift:

and found that she had bought me a box of Samos… oh sorry, Caramel de-Lites.

Yumz. I then booked it to the optometrist so I could get an eye exam and new prescription. I also ended up buying a new pair of glasses, which was stupid on my part because I forgot that for such a strong prescription like mine, lenses are really expensive. I ended up spending hundreds more than I had hoped.

Later I worked on the pie crust and finallly got it done, well meaning, made but it still needs to be baked with the filling.

When done with that I met up with Patrick and we went to heckle people at Anime Expo, which is where my sister was at the time.

Sunday I woke up early, prepped the crust, threw in the pie filling and baked that sucker. Started cleaning and was in the middle of cleaning when Beth called and said she couldn’t get to my place because of a parade. Low and behold, there WAS a parade, right on my street, in front of my door. Annoying.

Finally I found her and we parked, came back to the apt and proceeded to watch Daria until it was time for the BBQ at Piper’s. The rest is history:

It’s the most busiest time of the year!

May is so busy for me! I pretty much have things scheduled for every weekend.

This past weekend was Orange County brunch, a monthly brunch event in Seal Beach. Then there was Unique Los Angeles after that. On Sunday I had an impromptu trip to Disneyland for Bats Day. That was… interesting.

Each time I go to Disneyland I find less and less to do there. I think I’ve succumb to the jaded passholder mindset, which is that there are really only four fun rides and once you do that there isn’t much else to do. Which is somewhat true. If it’s your first time though, you have to do everything. I’ll still never understand how people can take a three or four day vacation at the Disneyland resort. There’s not enough things to do in that park to fill four days. Continue reading “It’s the most busiest time of the year!”

Live Through This…

and you won’t look back

There’s one thing I want to say, so I’ll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I’m not sorry I met you
I’m not sorry it’s over
I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say

I’m not sorry there’s nothing to say

When ever a relationship ends I turn to the usual suspects to for comfort. My aunt, my cousin, strangers, music, and movies.

My aunt has been through everything I’ve been through but about 10 years before me. We’re undoubtedly different people, but she has experienced a lot of what I’m just now going through. I suppose it’s not so much that I turn to her for understanding and empathy but more for insight and word of what it’s like once I pass through the tunnel. She knows what’s waiting on the other side for me and has the flashlight to guide me through.

I turn to my cousin for empathy and a little bit of that Sex In The City mindset. She lives in New York, Hong Kong before that. Although she is a few years my youth (younger? Did I use that phrase correctly?) she definitely outranks me in relationship experience. This is neither depressing nor embarrassing for me. There are other parts of life in which I hold more experience. We depend on each other for different insight, especially since a lot of the time our opinions are quite varied. I still appreciate her advice and her positive attitude that sometimes I lack.

For some reason I’ve found easiest to open up to strangers when it comes to matters of the heart. They don’t have any background to judge you by and are forced to look at the situation objectively. Sometimes you learn things about strangers in this way, you get a small glimpse into a life they once had if they’re willing to open up. Advice from strangers should be taken with a grain of salt of course, there is the question of credibility and their objectivity is not good for certain situations. Plus, it’s just nice to talk to people and make a human connection with a real emotion that we all share.

Music is an obvious choice for a lot of people. I tend to make playlists of events and or periods of my life. Sometimes I will listen to the same 10 songs for a month and that will become my October 2006 playlist. When I hear those songs it takes me back to that place in my life and everything I was feeling during that time. Time capsules of music. I can’t even begin to describe the healing properties of music but I have a feeling you already know so I will just leave it at that.

A darkened theater makes for a great transportation portal. The only thing you can really see is the screens and then you’re enveloped by what’s displayed on it and what you’re hearing on the Dolby or THX surround sound. Movies are my escape. For two hours I can forget, I can be somewhere else and look at someone else’s life. It can be beautiful, exciting, insightful, confusing, mysterious, and/or hilarious. It’s a mini-vacation. There’s something to be said about going to the movies alone.

I’ve prescribed these things for myself and I’ll live through this.