i need your help

ladies and gentlemen, vic wants to cry.

i'm taking suggestions for how to achieve this.

feel free to exhale

my lifetime undefeated at trivial pursuit title remains intact.

the winning question?

"what purina chow uses the slogan 'tastes so good, cats ask for it by name'?"

i knew you were on the edge of your seat.

please, please don't eat the daisies

i am an unusual girl. i don't like getting flowers. there's something intrinsically sad to me about receiving dead flowers that you have to watch die and then throw away. i'd rather see flowers growing in the ground, watch them bloom, grow, wither away, and bloom and grow another day.

i also don't want to receive flowering plants because i can't take care of plants because of my refusal to touch dirt.

except... for daisies. i have a very soft place in my heart for daisies. i always have - even before meg ryan proclaimed daisies to be so friendly in you've got mail.

so today, the pants sent me some daisies in honor of our little milestone.

what a good man.

go ahead. click on the toes.

you should read the comments!

because a bonafide footwatcher (you say watcher, i say fetishist) likes pei's toes!

i'm afraid to leave my home

not from xenophobia or agoraphobia.

but because this morning the pants asked for my street address, and a few hours later asked me if anyone's come to my door today.

i have some errands to run, but my interest is piqued!

it could be because this is 6 months from our first date, and tonight we're re-enacting our first date (mexican food, and me kicking his ass at trivial pursuit) except probably shorter because said date wound up lasting 10 hours (because we were talking then i played guitar then we started watching movies, not because it was dirty, you filthy-minded scolds). it was also not going to be a date when it started, it was going to be a hanging out with a friend. but it turned into a date. and then it turned into me calling a perfectly nice man "pants" on the internet and people making fun of him for being called pants. if you're wondering, i call him pants because it makes him think he wears the pants in the relationship. and because he wears pants when he's out in public which avoids very awkward conversations when we talk to priests and very old women.

for the record, since i'm speaking of that night, here's a message for you single boys: most girls love it when you ask if you can kiss them. but it only has the magic that first time, so don't miss your opportunity. and don't shove your tongue down her throat. give a quick kiss and know that it's time to make your exit.*

*also for the record, pants did this exactly right.** i'm sure he's thrilled that i'm sharing this with you, and i'm sure vic will mock him, but if vic mocks him for this, i will make him cry. got that, vic? just so we're clear. :)

**if my dad were still alive, i'd add the caveat here that he's never actually kissed me, and we're waiting until marriage before he's allowed to kiss my hand. our fifth anniversay he'll be allowed to kiss my cheek.

too much fun, people

well, in an effort to find my camera cable, i did what any self-respecting person who knows anything about karma would do:

i bought a new one, realizing that by purchasing a new one, opening it and using it, i'd instantly find my other one.

i'm still waiting for the other, but it will reappear soon enough.

anyhow, i dropped pei off at the airport about an hour ago, and now i'm bummed, because i had a great weekend. it was so much fun! we did many things that were silly, many things that were not. in true (albeit lately somewhat neglected) heatherfeather fashion, i present the photo essay with BIG PICTURES.

we got pedicures

and pei lo mein peer pressured herself into getting flowers on her pedicure

we posed in front of the mountains at the end of my street

(good lord, i look like crap)

and pei pretended she was asian

we ate at chipotle (okay, yes, i realize they're everywhere, but whatever. it's my story)

and we ate korean bbq

(i forgot to get pictures of this, so you'll just have to pretend)

we went to the getty and saw the photography exhibit called "where we live." that was what i really wanted to see. so we went into the south building or whatever, and saw the main floor which was sorta meh, we went upstairs and looked at some classical art which was also sorta meh, and finally, i said "let's really go see where we live!" because i've never seen where we live, evidently. so we went down level, and walked in to the gallery. at which point my friend alan turned immediately around, proclaiming "this is NOT where we live." so we went down one more level. i learned that day that there are antler archways andd people camping and falling down houses where we live, but very few people. which made me sad because it's the people that interest me. anyhow, here we are over l.a. we would have taken pictures over the ocean, but the sun was setting and it would have taken out your retinas.

here's alan, too

yesterday, we went to a local winery and tasted, duh, wines. i bought a bottle of sauvignon blanc/semillion melange which was super yummy and extra dry. our friendly wine expert tim was kind enough to let me photograph him doing something wine experty, like pouring wine. or in the case of this picture, pretending to pour wine.

we also found cutout campy photograph scenarios. so i took a picture of pei who was unhappy to be stomping grapes, even WITH her excellent cleavage

(proof that lifting your skirt and having excellent cleavage doesn't make you happy)

and me, all too delighted to be hopping up and down on grapes

before taking her to the airport this morning, we had breakfast and the most excellent guasti cafe, and tried to burn a cd with pictures on it just for her. alas, it was not to be had. so i'm going to compress the photos into a bunch of zip folders and email them to her. or send her a cd through the mail, because who doesn't like getting mail? NOT ME! i miss her, and can't wait to hang out again sometime in the future... because that'd be rockalicious.

if you'd like to see all the pictures (and this WAS most of them) please feel free to click on the crossing for danger tractors thumbnail.

mother of frakkin' pearl

i can't find my camera cord.

and i've got pictures from the weekend...

grrrr............

this is gonna be a good one!

a good weekend that is.

you know why? because this lady:

is going to be here this weekend! the one, the only, pei lo mein! yay! yay pei! and the only reason i used that picture is because it's just only the best costume ever! um, hello, morning-after-geisha? yes. and her makeup was kickin'. i did it.

however, this is a better picture of the lovely pei with the lovely me:

nope, that's not it.


no! i am anjou! whoops, still not the right one...


dang it!

oooh... this has to be it. i have a good feeling about this one:

yay! this is the one i was looking for!

so this weekend, we're gonna get pedis, and hang out and eat foods, and hang out with the pants and some of the pants' friends, and go to the getty with p.l.m., pants, and my ex-bf (what? really?).

good times ahead!