Lots of activity this weekend…first, one of my classmates got married in beautiful, beautiful Marin County, and the wedding was tremendous fun…we had to traverse a cow pasture to get to the wedding site:

The cow patties weren’t much of a problem, but after V said her vows, several of these guys decided to voice their approval:

They had a cake decorating contest for their wedding cake, readers who read what guests wrote about love and marriage, a Latin-American flava band (thanks to her Peace Corps connections), and home-grown and bottled wine. V’s mom, who despite being crazed with all the wedding planning, found time to embroider blankets for each of the JMP graduates, and I’m so glad the bride even found a moment to say “hi” to me.

I had not one, but six pieces of wedding cake, of the 11 cakes available (designed and decorated by various guests.) We danced all night long. It was cold, so I wore socks. Ignore the geeky dancing and admire the socks-n-sandals combo!

The next day, we managed to drag our butts out of bed and ran the Bay to Breakers. Or rather, managed to finish the race without getting hit by flying tortillas. I was surprised by the fact I finished considering how much I drank the night before. (Yeah, I just recently learned that the “headaches” I get the day after drinking actually are “hangovers”. Whatev. I also figured out what an “eye opener” was after realizing that I felt better after the race after drinking some more.) We ran behind some dude dressed up as “Tarzan” in a leopard-print thong, for probably about a mile and a half of the race, and I couldn’t help but stare at his sixty-year old saggy butt cheeks the whole time. Joe also saw a penis ramming a vagina. Pictures too graphic to post directly, but you can go to Amy’s site to see some more amazing costumes or complete lack thereof.

Our apartment has been taken over with boxes! It’s a lot of work, as you can clearly see by how tuckered out Manzie is from all her “helping.”

hoy es el primer aniversario de nuestro matrimonio! Y es el día de tierra. Por eso, quiero describir el cuento de como mi esposo y yo nos encontramos en español mal traducido.

Joe estaba mi campañero de clase en la escuela primeria, pero no le conocé. El fue a la escuela privada por cuatro años, entonces regresó a la escuela de segunda enseñanza publica donde era. Además nos encontramos en el undécimo grado y llegamos a ser amigos. Él trabajaba para el anuario y yo trabajaba para el periódico de escuela, y la oficina del periódico estaba al lado de le oficina del anuario. Los personas quienes trabajaban en la oficina del periódico robaban comida del oficina del anuario. Ellos tuvieron muchas meriendas, como palomitas de maiz y carne de hamburgesas de microonda. Esta estaba una amistad dependiente solamente en robando meriendas.

En el duodécimo grado, fuimos a Londres para un viaje de escuela, donde Joe decidó me decir que me quería y entonces pensamos habría estado bien para tomarse de la mano. No nos desarrollabámos particularmente.

Durante la universidad, rompimos el relacioné muchas veces, pero siempre nos hemos reunido lo imediamente después. Al fin nos renunimos un año después de la universidad, y desde entonces hemos estado juntos. Read the rest of this entry »

Another weekend, another wedding, this time for a friend from the JMP. Congrats to the very cute happy couple. We missed the very long Sikh ceremony, but their reception was like a mad house party, with better music, more color with the beautiful saris, and 60 year-old uncles and grandpas getting jiggy wid’ it. The San Jose police even paid the party a visit. Witness the madness:

Yah, since I’m doing an EKG elective now, I have time for things like vacuuming the hallway and posting pictures…Memorial Day weekend, we went to Jeff and Aim’s wedding in Austin. Joe was a groomsman. It was hot outside but a very beautiful wedding. I had a lot of fun. And got drunk in front of the Landrigans. I had every intention of enjoying myself after a month of sub-i at Parnassus (a.k.a. The Death Star) but forgot that major sleep deprivation is equivalent to being drunk anyway. Hmm. Anyway, congrats to Jeff and Amy.

Oh, happy day.

Our blog is back, after a brief hiatus. It was looking kind of old, and while the new design isn’t completely finished, it’ll suffice for now. In the meantime, our photographer sent us the proofs from the wedding, and since we don’t have the film yet, I scanned in some of my favorites…please excuse the poor scanning quality. All photo credits go to Lawrence Lauterborn.

Okay, now that I’ve gotten started with shoes, tonight, I can’t stop thinking about them. Specifically, I’ve been looking at all the shoes that are designed to go under a wedding dress, and they kind of come in either one of two flavors:

The Hooker Wedding Shoe

4″ heel, reminds me of…pole dancers, not brides.

The Old Lady Wedding Shoe

1″ heel, thick and sturdy, like Dinty Moore beef stew and 4-runners.

Everything in between is sort of weirdly in-between, and they all look hard to walk in. Need to find a 3″ sneaker or clog.