Well, Chip and I have officially begun, and it's starting to sink in.
We've at least decided on a venue for the outdoor ceremony/indoor reception:
LEWIS GINTER BOTANICAL GARDEN. Evening wedding (6 p.m., with a reception from 7-10)
BTW, for anyone who doesn't know, the wedding date is Sept. 12, 2009.
Next step: finalizing some sort of a guest list, and figuring out who we like enough to keep on it. HA! We've also got our first round of the wedding party done. We have to discuss whether or not we're keeping it as-is, or cutting it down by 2.
I have decided to design the invitations myself, and get them professionally printed. Chip and I have agreed it would be in our own best interest to use something we design ourselves.
We've also discussed first dance song....and I'd tell you except it would be quite unfair to divulge such a great secret. we've also figured that we will not walk down the aisle to the "wedding march," but I have picked a different song to walk down to...yet another secret I cannot share.
I want to extend a huge thank you to my sister, who has become my own personal wedding planner. Without her, I'd be lost. It's always good that you have a sibling who has done that whole "marriage" thing, because I wouldn't even know where to begin.
Thanks Jess. You're a lifesaver.
I will keep everyone posted as details come.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Done for the week....
Hey everybody.
I get chip home in an hour. I can tell you how excited I am, other than to use the term, "twitterpated" (because it's really fun to say and really good use of summarizing everything into one word).
I've been catching up on other people's blogs, and it seems to turn out that I'm not doing a good job of keeping up with the Joneses...assuming I know any Joneses. I think what this blog may turn into is more than a play-by-play update of where Chip and I are and what we're doing, but we may actually turn it into random thoughts and ideas, perhaps a discussion forum for his journey into philosophy and religious studies and my venture in the advertising arena and perhaps dive a little into our political beliefs.
San Francisco is one interesting city. It's a "bubble" out here, to say the least. Many misconstrue this city for being "hippy-dippy" but in fact, it's not really at all. It's just a bunch of forward thinkers that are really into healthy living, thinking and eating. And when I say "healthy" this is what I mean:
San Francisco is a city full of people that smile. Randomly. They also talk to themselves. In Richmond, someone talking to themselves would immediately be labeled as one of the "crazies." For some reason, not out here. I see men in three-piece business suits talking to no one. And no, before you ask, there is no earpiece in sight. The homeless do it, sure, but I see normal, every day people downtown just muttering shit out loud to no one else. It seems to be fairly common, and if not accepted around here. I don't know why, and I have yet to figure it out. But let me ask: how many of you talk to yourself in private?
as my mom always said, "It's ok to talk to yourself. It's when you answer yourself that you should start to worry."
Also, it's only here that you'll see the homeless put up signs like this one:
I also want to note that his donation request was in fact, to "Learn Karate" (so, of course, he could retrieve his kidnapped family).
Other things about this city that we may have not conveyed yet:
-They love their street fairs here. They happen probably every weekend in some neighborhood. Fresh produce stands, live jazz or music, local clothing designers. They go crazy for anything "local" here, including musicians, politicians, comedians, filmmakers, artists, cabbage growers, dressmakers, strawberry farmers, etc....This only reinforces the "bubble" concept as previously stated. We are in a bubble here. We love being a separate entity. San Francisco really is almost like another country within the state of California within the United States of America. I don't really think this city is even considered part of the state of California.
-With that being said, here's back up to the statement I just made. Liz and I had a long discussion about the city being "bubble-like"...When marriage became legal, and we had our weddings (By the way, the advertisements for marriage at city hall are being put up everywhere...the ads are for photographers/wedding planners/etc... recently, one of them, said, "Coming out to City Hall? We'll be there." - for Bella Photographers.) Anyway, I stray. As marriage was legalized, we noted that it was discussed for WEEKS in other states, and other areas outside of SF, and Liz noted that it was just a "blip" locally. It happened, and we moved on. Everywhere else, no one shut up about it. Our take? You don't like it, don't come here.
San Francisco is interesting in the fact that we have some odd "rivalry" with New York. I've seemed to figure out why.
New Yorkers are pretentious, and think they're better than everyone else.
San Fransciscans know we're better.
Call it what you might. But I think it's because no one is really from here. Of course you have "native" New Yorkers...out here, no one is is really "native," and when you meet one, it's like coming across a Leprechaun. You're kind of in awe, and not sure whether or not they really exist more than that one. Then you follow them to their pot of gold. Which is usually green, not gold....ahem.
I have no idea what I'm ranting about right now. I'm kind of bored at work since I'm done for the week. I'll probably go to the gym and work off this anticipatory excitement I have from finally getting my Chip back.
In fact, I think I'll do that.
And in closing, i want to convey a little quote I left on Brandi's blog (when she was discussing the Richmond-haters). I don't hate Richmond, it just wasn't in me. I said,
"Richmond will always be in my heart, but San Franscisco is in my soul."
Everyone finds their real home. I've found mine, and I'm lucky enough to have my two best friends with me.
Xo.
The Pea.
I get chip home in an hour. I can tell you how excited I am, other than to use the term, "twitterpated" (because it's really fun to say and really good use of summarizing everything into one word).
I've been catching up on other people's blogs, and it seems to turn out that I'm not doing a good job of keeping up with the Joneses...assuming I know any Joneses. I think what this blog may turn into is more than a play-by-play update of where Chip and I are and what we're doing, but we may actually turn it into random thoughts and ideas, perhaps a discussion forum for his journey into philosophy and religious studies and my venture in the advertising arena and perhaps dive a little into our political beliefs.
San Francisco is one interesting city. It's a "bubble" out here, to say the least. Many misconstrue this city for being "hippy-dippy" but in fact, it's not really at all. It's just a bunch of forward thinkers that are really into healthy living, thinking and eating. And when I say "healthy" this is what I mean:
San Francisco is a city full of people that smile. Randomly. They also talk to themselves. In Richmond, someone talking to themselves would immediately be labeled as one of the "crazies." For some reason, not out here. I see men in three-piece business suits talking to no one. And no, before you ask, there is no earpiece in sight. The homeless do it, sure, but I see normal, every day people downtown just muttering shit out loud to no one else. It seems to be fairly common, and if not accepted around here. I don't know why, and I have yet to figure it out. But let me ask: how many of you talk to yourself in private?
as my mom always said, "It's ok to talk to yourself. It's when you answer yourself that you should start to worry."
Also, it's only here that you'll see the homeless put up signs like this one:
I also want to note that his donation request was in fact, to "Learn Karate" (so, of course, he could retrieve his kidnapped family).
Other things about this city that we may have not conveyed yet:
-They love their street fairs here. They happen probably every weekend in some neighborhood. Fresh produce stands, live jazz or music, local clothing designers. They go crazy for anything "local" here, including musicians, politicians, comedians, filmmakers, artists, cabbage growers, dressmakers, strawberry farmers, etc....This only reinforces the "bubble" concept as previously stated. We are in a bubble here. We love being a separate entity. San Francisco really is almost like another country within the state of California within the United States of America. I don't really think this city is even considered part of the state of California.
-With that being said, here's back up to the statement I just made. Liz and I had a long discussion about the city being "bubble-like"...When marriage became legal, and we had our weddings (By the way, the advertisements for marriage at city hall are being put up everywhere...the ads are for photographers/wedding planners/etc... recently, one of them, said, "Coming out to City Hall? We'll be there." - for Bella Photographers.) Anyway, I stray. As marriage was legalized, we noted that it was discussed for WEEKS in other states, and other areas outside of SF, and Liz noted that it was just a "blip" locally. It happened, and we moved on. Everywhere else, no one shut up about it. Our take? You don't like it, don't come here.
San Francisco is interesting in the fact that we have some odd "rivalry" with New York. I've seemed to figure out why.
New Yorkers are pretentious, and think they're better than everyone else.
San Fransciscans know we're better.
Call it what you might. But I think it's because no one is really from here. Of course you have "native" New Yorkers...out here, no one is is really "native," and when you meet one, it's like coming across a Leprechaun. You're kind of in awe, and not sure whether or not they really exist more than that one. Then you follow them to their pot of gold. Which is usually green, not gold....ahem.
I have no idea what I'm ranting about right now. I'm kind of bored at work since I'm done for the week. I'll probably go to the gym and work off this anticipatory excitement I have from finally getting my Chip back.
In fact, I think I'll do that.
And in closing, i want to convey a little quote I left on Brandi's blog (when she was discussing the Richmond-haters). I don't hate Richmond, it just wasn't in me. I said,
"Richmond will always be in my heart, but San Franscisco is in my soul."
Everyone finds their real home. I've found mine, and I'm lucky enough to have my two best friends with me.
Xo.
The Pea.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
You want them....you got 'em.
Hey hey hey...
Ok, I am glad that I have regular readers that remind me to post updates, otherwise, this blog would go forgotten. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this isn't a personal blog, that I would go on political diatribes, where I stand on a fictitious e-box (think the internet version of a soapbox) to rant and rave about the state of the union, the state of California and the state of whatever else that bugs me on a sociopoliticaleconomic level (yes, made up).
So, with that being said, I'll remain present with the task at hand, the updates of something that has become routine for me, but perhaps exciting for you. Chip is not here in San Francisco right now. He left on July 4 for Delray to join his family down in So. Florida to enjoy warm weather and fine beaches. But the jokes on Chip!
Since he left, it's gone from the normal summertime weather of 65 degrees and somewhat chilly to about 75-85 degrees and beautiful and sunny...you know, exactly what he has in south florida, except we don't get the rain. Yes, my dear Chip...as I know you read this after I post, I laugh gleefully knowing that I didn't have to fly 3,000 miles to have what you have, but I'd definitely enjoy it a lot more if you were here.
He returns on Friday (cough...today, because I wrote this blog a week ago, and I'm only getting a chance to post it today), where I am sure that the weather will return to its normal "Mark Twain-ism" fashion (his quote can be researched online, but for all the lazies, I'll tell you...Twain was quoted to say that the "coldest winter I've spent was a summer in San Francisco") and it's true. In July, I'm wearing layers of clothes, but it's not more than a hoodie or a jean jacket. Most of the time, it's perfect. Never hot, never freezing. Oh, and that, my friends, is year round.
How's the weather in Richmond? I ask this as I smirk evilly with iniquitous fervor.
Wow, that rolls off the tongue beautifully.
Ok, so back to business. Fourth of July is bust in this city, only because the fireworks are always covered up by the fog. And of course, they hold the fireworks in the foggiest place in the city: over the Golden Gate Bridge. Don't you think they'd learn by now? So, Liz, Kris and I decided to be anti-fireworks and celebrate like true Americans: at the bar. We found ourselves later at a late-night dance night, jamming away to some good tunes and watching drag queens and girls in fringe dresses boogieing on tables. It was decent.
I got a haircut. Chip is getting a tan. I went drinking at a punk bar. Chip hung out with the Mayor of Delray. I got asked by squatters in Haight Ashbury to show them where to get heroin. Chip lays on the beach.
I think I got the good end of the deal here. Ha.
So, with Chip gone, Liz has done a good job of being my makeshift fiance. She and I plan to go out dress shopping this week, and tomorrow night I'm going to cook her dinner and we're going to watch The Bridge at my place and drink wine and whine about work. (Update: We didn't watch the bridge, but I did cook her a fabulous dinner. Tomorrow, Chip has class all day, so Liz and I are taking a "day trip" to the Zoo and/or to Golden Gate Park to the Frida Kahlo exhibit which is at the DeYoung Museum - in GG Park. We may frolic in the Japanese gardens if time permits).
Speaking of work, tomorrow we have our big first pitch to Alerts.com. The client is coming down from Washington (the state, for you east coasters) and we're presenting our ideas. Here are a couple that I came up with:
Update on Alerts: My ideas were embraced and loved and we may run with them. Except for the fact that the client stared at my chest the entire meeting. I have been given the task by Peter to "think about it" and if I want something said to Jack (our CEO) it's in my hands. I wasn't offended, it was more annoying than anything. Funny thing is, I wasn't wearing anything provocative. A nice fitting blue button up shirt, which didn't scream "My eyes are located a foot below my face"...
And finally, my lobster returns to me today. I can't even fathom how elated I am to see him again. I'm putting my foot down and locking him in the apartment for a few months. He's not allowed to leave again. It will have been 6 times in the past year that he's traveled coast to coast, and frankly - I'm over it. My turn to have him, people. MINE! :)
Chip also admitted that he misses my cooking.
I'll be sure to feed him a nice home cooked dinner. Some specialty of mine, but I'm not sure what yet. Perhaps my famous basil-tomato-parmesan sauce served over baked cod. And yes, it's THAT good.
We miss all of you.
oh and PPS: Monday marks our 6 months away from Richmond. Already!! I plan to celebrate by combining Richmond and SF in one sitting: Crack open a PBR and drink with a gay man.
xo.
Pea.
Ok, I am glad that I have regular readers that remind me to post updates, otherwise, this blog would go forgotten. Sometimes I have to remind myself that this isn't a personal blog, that I would go on political diatribes, where I stand on a fictitious e-box (think the internet version of a soapbox) to rant and rave about the state of the union, the state of California and the state of whatever else that bugs me on a sociopoliticaleconomic level (yes, made up).
So, with that being said, I'll remain present with the task at hand, the updates of something that has become routine for me, but perhaps exciting for you. Chip is not here in San Francisco right now. He left on July 4 for Delray to join his family down in So. Florida to enjoy warm weather and fine beaches. But the jokes on Chip!
Since he left, it's gone from the normal summertime weather of 65 degrees and somewhat chilly to about 75-85 degrees and beautiful and sunny...you know, exactly what he has in south florida, except we don't get the rain. Yes, my dear Chip...as I know you read this after I post, I laugh gleefully knowing that I didn't have to fly 3,000 miles to have what you have, but I'd definitely enjoy it a lot more if you were here.
He returns on Friday (cough...today, because I wrote this blog a week ago, and I'm only getting a chance to post it today), where I am sure that the weather will return to its normal "Mark Twain-ism" fashion (his quote can be researched online, but for all the lazies, I'll tell you...Twain was quoted to say that the "coldest winter I've spent was a summer in San Francisco") and it's true. In July, I'm wearing layers of clothes, but it's not more than a hoodie or a jean jacket. Most of the time, it's perfect. Never hot, never freezing. Oh, and that, my friends, is year round.
How's the weather in Richmond? I ask this as I smirk evilly with iniquitous fervor.
Wow, that rolls off the tongue beautifully.
Ok, so back to business. Fourth of July is bust in this city, only because the fireworks are always covered up by the fog. And of course, they hold the fireworks in the foggiest place in the city: over the Golden Gate Bridge. Don't you think they'd learn by now? So, Liz, Kris and I decided to be anti-fireworks and celebrate like true Americans: at the bar. We found ourselves later at a late-night dance night, jamming away to some good tunes and watching drag queens and girls in fringe dresses boogieing on tables. It was decent.
I got a haircut. Chip is getting a tan. I went drinking at a punk bar. Chip hung out with the Mayor of Delray. I got asked by squatters in Haight Ashbury to show them where to get heroin. Chip lays on the beach.
I think I got the good end of the deal here. Ha.
So, with Chip gone, Liz has done a good job of being my makeshift fiance. She and I plan to go out dress shopping this week, and tomorrow night I'm going to cook her dinner and we're going to watch The Bridge at my place and drink wine and whine about work. (Update: We didn't watch the bridge, but I did cook her a fabulous dinner. Tomorrow, Chip has class all day, so Liz and I are taking a "day trip" to the Zoo and/or to Golden Gate Park to the Frida Kahlo exhibit which is at the DeYoung Museum - in GG Park. We may frolic in the Japanese gardens if time permits).
Speaking of work, tomorrow we have our big first pitch to Alerts.com. The client is coming down from Washington (the state, for you east coasters) and we're presenting our ideas. Here are a couple that I came up with:
Update on Alerts: My ideas were embraced and loved and we may run with them. Except for the fact that the client stared at my chest the entire meeting. I have been given the task by Peter to "think about it" and if I want something said to Jack (our CEO) it's in my hands. I wasn't offended, it was more annoying than anything. Funny thing is, I wasn't wearing anything provocative. A nice fitting blue button up shirt, which didn't scream "My eyes are located a foot below my face"...
And finally, my lobster returns to me today. I can't even fathom how elated I am to see him again. I'm putting my foot down and locking him in the apartment for a few months. He's not allowed to leave again. It will have been 6 times in the past year that he's traveled coast to coast, and frankly - I'm over it. My turn to have him, people. MINE! :)
Chip also admitted that he misses my cooking.
I'll be sure to feed him a nice home cooked dinner. Some specialty of mine, but I'm not sure what yet. Perhaps my famous basil-tomato-parmesan sauce served over baked cod. And yes, it's THAT good.
We miss all of you.
oh and PPS: Monday marks our 6 months away from Richmond. Already!! I plan to celebrate by combining Richmond and SF in one sitting: Crack open a PBR and drink with a gay man.
xo.
Pea.
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