2005-05-26 || 10:45 p.m.

|| oh. ohhhh!!! ||

i made one trip and back to my lovely new apartment seated sweetly between floyd's and a plaid pantry. i drove a delightful if not barfy-smelling cargo van whose lack of cd/tape player allowed me to get in touch with what is offered by way of am/fm these days. while crossing the california/oregon border, a station played selections from the hms pinafore.

1. does anyone else in the world under the age of 57 know the words to the hms pinafore?
2. is it wrong to have felt rather excited/smug about knowing the words and belting out lyrics from "i am a major general" like i was holding the audience from the met in the back of said cargo van?
3. in all my excitement i called the one person on the planet who could truly appreciate such an event: my father. he was indeed properly excited. we discussed the well-worn tape we shared when i was little, the need to upgrade to cd form, a possible hand-family rendition, and the fact we could hear my mum breathing heavily from somewhere on another line. mum does not share the love, incidentally.

but the apartment. dreamalicious. a perfect hidey-hole for michael's and my combined decorating.

1. living room: nautical. my obscenely large ocean landscape painting fits perfectly above the mantelpiece. between the two of us we have approximately 7 pictures of boats, 3 pictures of deep sea creatures, a nautical-themed writing desk, a giant squid (in miniature), and various treasures from the sea. fantastic.
2. kitchen: horses. my horse collection has been set up where the dishes should go. i don't see a problem with it.
3. bathroom: to be discussed, although cats are making a strong running.
4. bedroom: it is painted beige. it makes me uncomfortable.

we unpacked, kind of. we got caught in the rain several times, usually when moving heavy furniture. we made decisions about bath mats in fred meyer. we went to value village and scored delightful goblet glasses. i had a panic attackin our bedroom. i worried i was making a horrible mistake. as adults we had a good talk and walked to the best thai food restaurant ever. we went to hal's tavern and i spent approximately six (6) dollars on the video trivia game, erotic and non. i got drunk on .6 pints of anchor steam, a new record. we decided to take the party to our kitchen and drank papst from our new goblet glasses.

if you could see my berkeley house. it is absolutely heartbreaking. serendipitously becky got monday off and brian got tues-thurs off and i couldn't have handled it any other way. we've gone out to eat approximately 87 times. last night owen stayed over and while walking down the street i discovered the wondrousness of the phrase "you're going to miss me when i'm gone."
i could mention all the especially heartbreaking parts, like owen singing clarence carter songs in the van and driving with brian to sausalito to buy his fancy dishes with an inch worm pacing my hand (i had to drop him off on a plant. i couldn't just let him off on the freeway.) and sitting on the porch with becky. finding polaroids from three years ago on top of the refrigerator. i don't want to talk about it.
tomorrow night we are having a karaoke extraoke. owen thinks i will cry a whole lot and it will be a blubbery mess. if you are in san francisco friday night, you really should stop by. i will wipe snot on your shoulder in the most charming way possible.
from ten-ish on.
peku sushi bar and karaoke
19th and irving.
i love you, bay area.

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