AUTHOR: tbooty DATE: 5/06/2004 11:47:00 AM ----- BODY: ok, first off, in response to kymmie's rantings that ONLY people who've known me since they were NEGATIVE 4 could answer my trivia questions, i have this to say. NOT! lol. if you have been paying attention to the blog, the answers have been there. the first one was a 50/50 chance, and as for the other, the answer was posted right here. so there! by the way, the answer to where i was born is Germany. Augsburg to be exact. dad was in the army and was stationed there. i don't remember any of it, which kinda sucks, but i did have dual citizenship until i turned 18. the answer to the quote that nobody even guessed at is pretty woman. it's from the part in the movie where the julia roberts and her roommate are sitting outside after her transformation. i know you're probably saying, get to the part where you tell us about your weekend. well. this is what i have to say about that. "settle down beavis!" just kidding. i'll tell you. i just want to say that i'm sorry it's taken me all week to get to this, but life has been a bit crazy since i got back from my mini vacation. a few things that have happened.......... * my computer crashed at work on monday morning. thanks to the nifty "system shutdown" virus. yeah! not!!! * an old friend came into town and wanted to go the mariner's game. great! unfortunately for me, the game went 16 innings and almost 5 hours. needless to say, i didn't feel much like blogging at 1am, since i had to be up at 6:30 am to get ready for work! * last night i had my monthly "date" with a good friend who i don't see enough. we also went to see the mariner's play. mercifully, it only went 9 innings. i'm still a total zombie today! so you see, it's not like i've been ignoring doing the update. i. just. haven't. had. any. time. to. do. it! ok, enough of all of this. on with the show........ remember how i was saying how impatient i was and that i was going to upgrade to first class? well. it seems that Someone decided that this was a good time to test the aforementioned patience. yeah. first class was full. that was fine, i was still close to the front of the plane, so it wasn't a huge deal. at least it wasn't a huge deal until i walked thru first class to get to my seat and saw the woman who had 2 LITTLE KIDS in first class taking up my seat!!! i don't understand this at all. can anyone explain to me WHY in the name of all that is holy you would put 2 children under the age of 8 in first class? needless to say, this irked me to no end. as did alaska's new boarding policy. letting first class, people who need assistance and whatnot board first is fine. that's what everyone does. when it came time to board the main cabin is when i had a problem. whose bright idea was it to have all the REMAINING rows board at the same time? what happened to boarding from the back of the plane forward so that the people who were in the first few rows boarded last? what brain child came up with the idea of having everyone stand in line and wait for the whole freaking plane put all their shit in the overhead compartments? what a bunch of morons!! i was not doing to well on the patience front by this time, but i was trying to go with the flow. the flight was fine. we get into the oakland airport and i turn on my cell phone so that i can call my brother and tell him to stop driving in circles and pick me up. small problem. no reception in the airport. fine, i think. i'll step outside and see if the signal is stronger outside. so i drag my suitcase outside with one hand while i'm holding the cell up with the other trying to get a signal. i probably looked like someone with a geiger counter the way i was holding that thing out to get a signal! any signal would have been good. no signal. ok, i think. maybe i'm still too close to the airport, but i'm starting to get a little suspicious, because everyone else is using THEIR cell phones. i get across the walkway and still no signal. now i'm pissed. i don't carry change. i always dump it into my piggy bank (it's not really a pig, well one of them is. shut up.) so i think, fine. i'll buy a pack of gum for like 50 cents and have change to call on the pay phone. this is after i tried to just put my money in and then hit the change return. they must have finally picked up on this trick, as the machine refused to give me my money back unless i bought something. fine. i push the button for the gum and it gives me my change. 25 cents. the freaking pack of gum was 75 cents! great. i now have a quarter, no more ones, and gum i didn't want in the first place. by now i am WAY frustrated. finally i see a change machine and get change. well. i go to the pay phone and it doesn't want to put the call thru. now. i'm tired. i've been travelling for 3+ hours and it's almost 9:30pm. i'm beyond frustrated to the point of tears. finally i get the call thru and get picked up. my phone still doesn't work, but i'm off my feet. my brother and his girlfriend pick me up and we go to this taqueria in the mission district of san fran. they apparently go there all the time and were just raving about the food there. i wasn't hungry as i'd eaten before i got on the plane in seattle, so i just got a churro and something to drink. while i like san francisco ok enough, any restaurant type place that needs a SECURITY GUARD inside of it probably isn't a place that i'm going to hang out in a lot. if ever. no matter how good the food is. i will be the first to admit that i am not a city girl. i have very defined borders of what i am or am not comfortable with. this place? while it seemed harmless enough, it was not a neighborhood that i would want to spend a lot of time in. particularly not at night. i am not the fearless 22 year old i used to be. there are neighborhoods similar to the mission in seattle. i don't go there. 'nuff said. we get home and i ask my bro if he tivo'ed will and grace for me like he said he would. we go to watch it. it's not there. it didn't record. it was the season finale. i'm bummed. their nbc affilliate apparently lost signal strength or something (seeing a pattern here?) and therefore i don't get to see the season finale. that's just great! not! shut up. friday was great. went shopping. hung with an old friend. had lunch. spent money. it was all good. went to dinner with my ex boyfriend and his boyfriend. (there's a whole months worth of blogs there.) they brought a friend to dinner that had us laughing all night. it was fun. went back to the ex's new house and talked the rest of the night away. it was very cool and i wasn't even weirded out to see my high school sweetheart with a boyfriend/fiance. which was cool. in a weird way. saturday we went to see barry bonds play. well, we hoped we'd get to see him play. he got out the first time he was up. he was intentionally walked the remaining 4 times he got up to bat. that kinda sucked. it's not like i am a huge barry bonds fan or anything, but since i was going to be in town during a homestand, it would have been nice if they'd actually pitched to him. oh well. got sunburned at the game. but it was fun. went home. took a nap. we had PLANS for the night. so. the couple that we were going to dinner and then out in the city with showed up. i was dressed up and ready to go. i wasn't super comfortable as i was already a "5th" wheel. (2 couples and me) i decided that i'd be more comfortable in jeans. so i changed. my brother's girlfriend wasn't sure if i'd be able to get in to some of the places she wanted to take me to, but it ended up not making a bit of difference. which was a good thing, because i had the attitude of "well if they won't let me in because i have jeans on, i don't want to freaking go there!" (i can be a wee bit testy when people tell me no. imagine that.) so we went to dinner. now. i love to eat out as much as the next person. but. i don't typically eat at places where i only recognize mabye a handful of the things on the menu. fine. i'm broadening my horizons. that's good, right? also, i don't regularly eat at places that the entree prices start at $19. i just have other things that i'd rather spend my money on. nothing wrong with that, right? so this place was pretty cool. it was called foreign cinema and there is an outdoor seating area where they project a movie onto the back of the building that is directly behind the restaurant. it's very cool. they even have drive in speakers that you can set on the table if you want to listen to the movie while you eat. in looking at the menu, i notice that this is not the kind of place that has diet pepsi on it's menu. i'm not a wine drinker, so i opt for water. my bro, who i love dearly, starts in with the old "why don't you have some wine" thing. i tell him i don't like wine. well just try it he says. i've tried it and don't like it i tell him. well this is different wine than you've tried he says. fine i say. i tried the wine. i didn't like it. big surprise there. not! now i will state this again. i love my bro to death. he's the only sibling i have and he's awesome. i felt, however, bombarded with the inevitable "when are you moving to california" questions over the duration of the weekend. while i have nothing against california, i do not wish to live there. ever. again. i've lived there in the past and it was ok, but not for me. it's not home. seattle is home. always has been. i tend not to say things that i don't mean. when i say i don't like something, it's not because i'm ambivalent about it. when i say i don't want to do something, no amount of wheedling is going to get me to do it. period. (well except for the wine thing. that was to prove a point. shut up.) that's just the way it is. i'm not a city girl. i never have been. i never will be. i don't want to live somewhere where there is a krispy kreme 2 blocks from my house. that's just not where i want to be. it's a preference and it's mine. i don't expect anyone to understand it and i don't care if they disagree with it. i'm comfortable where i am and that's that. while i totally understand that my bro misses me and our parents, i don't think it's unreasonable to expect him to understand that part of the reason i don't want to move to california is exactly the reason that our parents live in seattle. not rocket science. however, my bro is TOTALLY my dad's son and therefore likes to "push buttons" to see what kind of reaction he can get. no wonder i was crazy by the time the weekend was over! there was more that happened before i got home, but this has turned into a novella and i really should get back to work. that and i don't even have the energy to go into the flight home and the fact that the "crew" wanted to take me into a sex club on saturday nite after dinner! i'll just have to keep you guessing about that until i have a chance to write that up. movie quote of the day: "don't steal home without it." tani trivia question #3: how many cats do i have? (bonus if you can tell me their names) --------