Okay. I can't hold it in any more. This (took out the link from paranoia, but safe to say that it is a publishing house that makes books about the bud) is where I am working now. I love it. It's very... San Francisco. Even though it's in Oakland. The really crazy thing is that I was applying for police dispatch positions before I found this place. How varied is my life.
For the first time in simply ages, I found myself in the position of welcoming back travelers, instead of being the traveler welcomed back. It was kinda nice. And I got souvenirs! Presents are nice. Most of them were made of french chocolate, and they are gone now. Mmm. I told Christy it was time for her to go back when I finished the last bar last night while watching the Parisian episodes of Sex and the City.
This weekend's event was one of the most eclectic weddings I have ever been to. It was for a dear life-long family friend, one of my mother's Mothers For Peace fellows, and the wedding guests ranged from the home-made peasant skirt attired to a member of the Los Angeles Philharmonic. There were equal amounts of sequins and birkenstocks. It was great.
What sucked was that I was sick as a dog. The entire time I was traveling, I got exactly one mild cold. Since I've been back, I don't think I've been healthy for more than a few days in a row (if you count hangovers), and this last one was truly nasty and knocked me out for about a week and a half. Blech. Maybe my body truly is built for motion. Well, tough shit, body. Get used to the sedentary life.
Having said that, I am completely ready for a mini-trip. I think I am going to go call Rach and convince her to take the convertible out for a spin on the coast. Oh yeah, time for some wind in my hair and familiar haunts.