They come in threes

Monday, three people who in some way touched my life did so once again in the most profound way possible. They died.

Actually, they did not all die on the same day, but I found out about their deaths within 6 hours on Monday afternoon.

First up was a seasoned stand-up, a regular on late night shows, sometimes actor and all around good guy. I had the privilege of dining with him in 1990 in Chicago and getting to ride in his limo. He was kind and attentive, listening to me ramble on about emergency rooms and the general state of medical care. He encouraged me to create stand-up bits out of my own experiences, something I was never able to do. Mostly because I never thought I or my experiences were funny. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome your headliner tonight, Richard Jeni!

A few hours later I was shocked to learn that the sandwich guy at work, Chef Johnny, found out he had liver cancer and promptly died 8 days later. He was an energetic man with a fondness for the ladies, unless he was in a cranky mood in which case he had a fondness for no one. He used to make me a special turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce until they stopped carrying cranberries. Bon Appetit, Chef.

Finally, at the end of the day I learned that Karen was gone. She was the wife of the guy who directed Brother Bear and animated most of the Disney movies you know. The recent ones, he's young. He and his wife shared among other things long blonde hair. I always loved that. And when she lost hers from the chemo, he shaved his head in solidarity. She was a beautiful soul. The sort of person you instantly feel comfortable with and the sort of person that inspired you to be better. I will always regret not going to see her in the hospital. I think I was hoping she would just get better and I would see her at parties as I always did. The world just seems a little more harsh.

We are born and we die and in between are good times and bad times. Hopefully, more good. And those are the ones we try to remember. Those are the ones we hope others will remember about us. I have a lot of remembering to do.

In Charm's Way

Yesterday was an incredibly bizarre day, in the best sense.

I rushed off the work at 9:30 which is the earliest I have been in since early January. But yesterday was the first of four sculpture classes with my friend, Dan. If you saw Dan, he'd look vaguely familiar since he resembles the I, Robot robots that he sculpted. I was very excited about my first sculpting class and it did not disappoint. Dan showed us how to use basic tools and work with Scuply clay. Our assignment is to model the head of Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmas, which is pretty basic. What is even more exciting is that in the class is Mike Belzer who was an animator on said film. At the break he brought in some actual Jack heads he had left over from the movie. He answered all our questions about the making of the film and how they did things. All while we sculpted away.

It was amazing fun and I was so jazzed, I carried that into my therapy session which followed immediately. When I got back to work, I was thrilled to be asked to witness a wedding in the Remembrance Garden right outside the building. Seems that Marlon's friends he had married on Hawaii had to redo the ceremony and sign the papers again. Something didn't translate from the Hawaii wedding. It was such a cute, fun little wedding with their daughter Ruby playing the whole time. As Marlon was doing the paperwork, I learned that the couple is actually from Seattle and were familiar with all the Seattle places I love. I had to stop short of telling them where I got married. For the first time, I wasn't able to tell my wedding story which I am so proud of. That was hard.

After a fiscal check up with the financial advisor, Ben, I headed home to work on my trip to Europe. Over my street was a bright, shiny sphere. I thought it was the full moon until I realized it was only about 30 feet in the air. Apparently a lighting company was testing a new type of theatrical light. And so there I was booking a hotel in Zurich while a fake moon shone overhead on me and my half finished sculpture.

Such is life.

Clean up on aisle 8

On Sunday morning, I headed over to the neighborhood Pavillions, an upscale groceria, to get some edibles for the Oscar Party later that afternoon. Still in my lonely phase, I was wearing a black workout ensemble which I had slept in but rolled all the cat hair off. A hat I figured would hide my make-up-less face and the cut above my lip from a sharp plastic bit on a water bottle. At least I was hydrated.

I raced to find the Boston Creme Pie I had seen earlier in the week to highlight my themed cuisine for the party. Each nominated Best Pic is represented:
Iwo Jima = edamame and gyoza
Little Miss Sunshine = Olives and Olive tapinade (for the main character's name)
The Queen = stilton and bangers
The Departed = the aforementioned Boston Creme Pie
Babel = humus and 7 layer dip

SCORE! they had the pie. I didn't have the time to create one myself. And that's when I saw him. John Lassiter. CEO of Disney Creative and Pixar. He's pushing a trolley along the cheese aisle. I smile and nod, as I usually do when I see him in the hallway at work. But out of context, I am nothing more than a very friendly yet lonely cat owner in the cheese aisle. And then I remember that he's going to the Oscars THAT AFTERNOON! Hey, I should have said something to him such as, "Good Luck!" "Don't trip on your way to the stage!" You know, something pithy.

I make my way around the store searching for him and there he is on the other side of the produce section talking to the VP on Feature Animation, Carolyn and her beau and daughter. By the time I make my way over, he's scooted over to the checkout. So I chat it up with Carolyn for a bit and we head our separate ways.

My phone rings. I answer. "Dara McGarry. I can hear you giggle all the way over in the wine section." It was John and his wife Audrey. John sits next to me at work. He knows my giggle. I head over to wines and spirits and find them shopping for the wine to bring to my house later. (6 bottles total were consumed, I think mostly by me and Audrey, judging from our headaches.) We recount the days events and the impossibility that we are all at Pavillions at the same time.

I make my way back to shopping, as there is still so much left to buy! At least 30 minutes go by and there is John Lassiter again, this time with a hand basket. He's vacantly roaming the aisles. This time, I stop and wish him luck. His glassy stare tells me I'm still the loney cat owner. I introduce myself and his gaze instantly turns warm as he shakes my hand and seemingly tries to memorize my face, I hope not to have me sacked later. After the awkward "we have nothing more to say" pause, we go our separate ways. But I keep seeing him in teh aisles. It's now 1:00. The pre-show starts at 3:00. I'm concerned. "Shouldn't you be getting your tux on about now?" He looks dejected. "Yeah, I really should be getting ready. My wife needed hair spray," he says picking up a bottle of water to read the ingredients. Clearly he was nervous. I give him one more good luck and decide to give the poor man his space. he obviously doesn't need another friendly, hairy cat lady giving him Oscar advice.

I was really hoping he'd win.

Being and Loneliness

I have come to the astonishing conclusion that I absolutely hate being alone. I will do anything to avoid it including making bad decisions. When I was growing up, my brother was 11 years older and probably still is. By the time I was 6, he was off to college and I was an only child. We lived in a neighborhood where the houses were very far apart and there weren't any kids there anyway. I was so lonely I took to spraying a variety of harmless aerosols on my bedroom wall. Things like hairspray and deodorant. I never said I wasn't easily entertained. I kept denying that I was doing it. It didn't really leave a mark anyway, so I wondered what all the fuss was about. But my insistence on lying left my parents no alternative but to ground me for a week. I was mad of course, but even worse I was stuck in my bedroom without a spray can. Horrors. And that left me where I am today: lonely and bored. What a lethal combination. Anyone got a can of aqua net?

Keep Moving Forward

It happens to be the catch phrase for the movie I just spent the last 2 years and 2 months of my life working on. And it also seems to be the best advice I can give myself. Just like Lewis in the movie, I have this desire to go back and change things in the past, to undo some wrongs or perhaps to not do some wrongs. Maybe to do some things I didn't...etc. Oh, I guess this will make more sense after you see the movie on March 30. (BTW, the intro on the web page features some of the cool efx my department did. So proud of those guys.)

There is a ridiculous software application used by companies around the world and universally hated by them as well. It's called SAP. If you happen to be in any SAP module, you can't really step backwards like you are probably doing right now, hitting the back button back into MYSpace and finally back to your midget porn you were surfing earlier. Much more interesting than my drivel. Anyhoo, in order to get anywhere in SAP, you have to click forward. Ridiculous and time consuming. But you just simply can't go backwards. Which means you usually can't get the exact same page more than once.

I guess that's supposed to be a life lesson or something like that.

Firecracker

Yesterday, in the pouring rain, James, Marlon and I headed to Chinatown to run the annual Firecracker 5/10k race. I opted for the 5k since I've been under the weather lately and not running so much. James and Marlon were set on the 10k. The race commemorates the Chinese Lunar new year 4705 - the year of the Boar. As the celebrity (I didn't know who he was but I am sure he is famous somewhere) stated before the race, "The year of the Boar is sure to be either boring or all about you bringing home the bacon." Mmmmmm, bacon. Ironically, we had bacon that morning not even realizing it's connection to the lunar calendar.

As usual, we spotted other Disneyites amongst the ranks and promised to catch up with each other post race for the usual dim sum at Emperor's Palace. We waited in the rain for the start which is supposed to include the Lion Dance and 10, 000 firecrackers to ward off evil spirits. We were right up at the start. Soon enough, the announcer came forth and introduced a quartet of lovely young women to sing the national anthem. They were called Jazzmin and it was the best rendition of that impossible song I've heard in well, maybe forever. It was in fact jazzy. Then the Lion Dancers took center stage (or street as it were) and began the traditional dance of the 2 lions that, well, dance. Not sure what it is supposed to represent but it was really beautiful. They tossed an orange and a cabbage back and forth. It was kinda cool, in a salad sort of way. And then, the 10, 000 firecrackers were lit. And we were right next to them. That's a lot of firecrackers. Bits of exploding cracker hit our hats and faces. I had my iPod buds in just to absorb the noise, so it wasn't too bad. It was amazingly wonderful. So much smoke. The Lions danced all the while looking like two demented puppets in a fog.

Then they called the 5k runners to the line and off we went. I had a great spot up front and was able to run from the sound of the horn. Usually I'm in the back and have to wait and walk a good 2 minutes before the traffic has cleared enough to run. I felt incredibly energized because of the firecrackers and the Lions and the rain. I ran hard even as we started to ascend the first hill. I thought there was only one so I gave it my all. Oh no. There wasn't just one hill. Half the race was a hill. And not just any hill. Elysian Park hill. By Dodger Stadium. Big hill. But I ran it. And I kept running even when I thought I was going to pass out. It's only 3 miles I thought. And just when I thought I couldn't go any more, the down hill would start where I could really race, passing tons to people who were too nervous to go too fast in the rain. I was covered head to toe, so I figured it would be more fun to go fast and who cares if I take a header. But I didn't. And so I raced past the drummers and on to the finish. Just as I approached the finish, the 10k was starting. There was Marlon and James right up front and racing up to the hills, all bright and happy. We waved and shouted and on to the finish I went.

I raced in passing Kathleen Wilhoite.
She spent her time in the chute talking about how disappointed she was with her time. I offered that the hills were really killer and certainly affect your time if you don't train on them. Meanwhile, I was thinking that I was more than happy with my time. Since I didn't train for the race at all and still came out with my best time on a 5k to date: 31:50 on the race timer and 31:33 on my own timer. (Meaning about 20 seconds is how long it took me to pass the start line. This race is not chip timed so everyone has the same start time even though not everyone passes the start line together.) I was pleased.

And so I ate the complimentary banana and pineapple juice, but forgoing the wontons to save room for dim sum. I saw more Disney people and then made my way to the finish line to watch for the boys. James came in at 47:50 and Marlon at 50. Another Disneyite, Taralyn, found us and talked incessantly the rest of the time about her 5k in 45:47 and a brief stint at the Playboy channel. The never ending monologue put a damper on the less than yummy dim sum meal, but all in all it was an incredibly fun time. And that is probably the only time I will ever get into Emperor's Palace without waiting for a table. The trick apparently is to get there at 10am.
I'll definitely do it next year.

Pirate Ship

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Aforementioned photo.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Parking Garage for Me

(Photo to come)
It's not everyday you see a pirate ship on top of the parking garage at work. Pirates 3 apparently has some pick up shots to do this month ( better hurry! The film releases in May!) so the ship was rebuilt on top of the garage. ABC has a tendency to use said garage in a variety of garage-y shows such as Alias. It's not uncommon to see a film crew around. You can tell it's a film crew because it's a huge generator and a bunch of guys sitting around "on union break." But I have to say, I don't recall ever seeing a giant ship on the 5th floor of a garage.

We considered trying to drive all the way up to the ship. Apparently the security isn't all that tight since the principal actors are not involved.

Last summer, the lot was abuzz with young secretaries from all over the company loitering around the commissary and nearby sound stages waiting for a glimpse of Orlando Bloom or Johnny Depp. Mr Bloom would occasionally appear, sometimes with his dog, in the commissary. I saw him once on his cell phone smoking. But Mr Depp proved to be a more difficult find. Rare is the person who has actually seen him. I thought I saw him once, but honestly in a crowd of pirates, who can tell?

Rock, Paper, Scissors

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Yesterday, we filed the papers. THOSE papers that one files to "dissolve a marriage." Actually, it's dissolution, but I like dissolve better. I think it's more descriptive. When asked by the paralegal which one of us would be the petitioner, we looked at each other and simutaeously said, "Rock, Paper, Scissors??" And so we did. Russ drew scissors and I drew paper. Then we realized that we hadn't established which position the winner would take. But he chose petitioner. Not that it really matters in our case. We laughed and giggles our way through whatever they call that part. And then we left. We left each other standing on Riverside Dr. He turned his MiniCooper to head east and I continued my Subaru heading west. And thus, at sunset on January 20, 2007, we literally went our separate ways.

We went to see Carrie Fisher's one woman show last night. It was of course hilarious. I think my favorite part was the flow chart of her parents and Elizabeth Taylor. Her 14 yr old daughter, Billie, has a crush on Liz's 15 yr old grandson and she speculates whether or not they are actually related. I had no idea how much drama the poor thing had to endure as a child. I also had no idea that Eddie Fisher is still alive. And apparently dating all of Chinatown.

We had the best seats in the house, thanks to Ian, front row center. And Carrie had a cold. no surprise since I had one too over Christmas as did everyone else apparently. She would occasionally cough and she mentioned it a few times.

The lady next to, who I thought by the smell must have been a student, spent the whole time breathing through her sweater. I thought she was cold. But halfway through act one, Carrie (we're on a first name basis since I was close enough to feel her spit) stopped the show to ask if she was OK. Now, if someone stopped their show to ask me how I was doing, I would be horrified. And I would give someone or two word answer and pray that the show would continue.

But not my new neighbor.

She was visibly embarrassed. But she spoke anyway: "I'm sorry. I just had surgery. And I can't be around germs. I'm afraid I'm going to catch something."

That wasn't the response Carrie was counting on. She seemed relieved that the poor girl wasn't dying. And then horrified that she was talking about her surgery during her show. I have a feeling this may turn into Carrie's next show.

And I hope to have front row center seats again.

Tree of Life

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Maybe because it's New Years, I have this weird feeling of not knowing where I am or what I'm doing. Why can't they make a GPS for life? I had this strange revelation last night that I'm not sure if I'm on the trunk or a small branch of this tree, metaphorically speaking of course. Maybe I'm not even on the tree at all. What's not in this photo is the winery dumpster, just beyond the tree in the parking lot. Maybe that's where I am.

Green, blue it's all the same

Wednesday morning, James and I were lounging around, enjoying not having to be anywhere when the phone rang. It was our co-worker John Ford. He and his wife were on their way up to Solvang and San Luis Obispo for some post holiday cheer. They had invited us a few days prior but I didn't want to make any commitment on account of my certain lack of health. But we were feeling spontaneous and decided to go for the Solvang part. Why not? I've never been before. So we hopped in the car and headed out for a delightful road trip.

Solvang is about 130 miles north of Los Angeles in the Santa Ynez Valley. It's become quite the little wine country. But the town itself is a little bit of Scandinavia in the middle of Southern California. Most places have windmills on them and Dutch names like Skaarsgaard or Van Hooten. Not long after we arrived, we met up with John and Audrey who regaled us with tales of wine tasting and bottles of wine to prove it. We were ordered to drink up and catch up. We did and we did. And then we were off to the Hitching Post for steaks! The restaurant is featured in the film Sideways as the place of employment of the Virginia Madsen character. For some reason, after an appetizer of a tiny, helpless quail, Audrey decided to ask pretty much everyone in the restaurant what color eyes I have. James insists they are blue. I always thought they are green. Most people assume they are blue, as in blond hair/blue eyes. I seem to remember my optometrist telling me they are blue with gold flecks. Audrey has the most amazing bright blue eyes, so next to hers, mine look darker and more gray or green depending on how you see it. I think everyone else may have been as drunk as I was because I don't remember anyone coming up with an answer. After a lot of time quizzing the general population of Solvang, I still don't know what color my eyes really are. But the next day they were most assuredly red.

That didn't stop us from wine-tasting our way back and forth across the Valley, stopping only to pet the ostriches who wanted to eat my sweater. James and I made one more stop before heading back to LA: The Hitching Post for one more steak. And that is where I left my camera. hopefully they will mail it back since I'm not looking forward to making the 3 hour trek back anytime this week. John and Audrey headed up north and the Madonna Inn.

I can't wait to get my camera/pictures back. And to hear all about the crazy pink rooms at the Madonna.

Ooops she did it again

So, we were coming back from lunch and we saw this girl in the lobby with a tiny little shirt tied up at her chest Daisy Duke style. Her tanned midriff was exposed all the way down to her low-rise jeans. She was talking to a guy in a trucker hat. We giggled as we passed thinking "who's that trashy girl who thinks she's Brittney Spears?" Then we saw a producer and the head of Music approach her and welcome her to Disney. They whisked her away to the recording studio.

And so it was Brittney Spears who thought she was Brittney Spears. Strange.

Blood Bath

It was brutal. Really brutal. We each waited for a phone call, all 800 of us. When I got there at 9:30 it had already started. We had heard 20% would be cut, but it seems closer to 40%. Entire departments fell. Still, each person got a call. One by one. By 10:30 they had started on our department. David got a call...he was out. We were discussing when Eric got a call. They told him to go upstairs, which was generally the indication that you were made redundant. They will only tell you that in person. He was gone for a few minites when James came in to tell me he had been cast. He was so relieved. After days of stress, and being sick on top of it, it was all over. I heard Eric come back and pack up his stuff to leave. Yup, he's gone. Artists gathered in the hallway to discuss who is gone and why. Out of about 20 people in our group, they cut 9. A lot more than 20%. People were cut who are brilliant and quite gifted. As the morning passed, I grew more and more concerned. I clomped around the hall trying to burn off nervous energy, but people mistook that for my being happy and assumed I got The Call. Finally, at 12:30, the phone rang.

I have a Bat Phone (a phone with caller id on it) at work, so I can always tell who is bothering me. I saw the name - Tanja Knoblich (which James tells me means garlic in German.) Tanja is a wonderful, sweet person whom I have worked with for years. We worked quite closely together back in the Resources Days and I always counted on her for the best gossip. And on this day, I knew she was fortunate enough to be passing out the good calls. My heart lept and I answered. "Dara, my friend, you've been cast on the next project!"

I was giddier than I expected I would be. We were all allowed to leave for the day and I had a hair appointment. Which was great. Hair stylists are always the best people to vent to. She got an earfull from me.

Today I'm dealing with the survivor's guilt. I feel as if I have a dying Tom Hanks saying to my Private Ryan, "Earn this...."

Earn this.

Reindeer Pooper

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Behold the booty from the gift exchange.

Last Day of Silence

Tomorrow, everything changes.

Today, we had our annual efx department Holiday Lunch and gift exchange. We went to Mori's teppan grill, which is always fun to watch the Japanese (or Latino) chefs set a bunch of stuff on fire right in front of your very eyes! James is home sick with strep or something like it.

Finally, we started the gift exchange. Each person chooses a gift or you can choose to steal a gift from someone who already has chosen one. I drew third and opted not to take the dart board from Chyuan because I knew that gift would make it's way around the whole department like a bad rumor. So, I chose a new gift. Turned out to be a collection of Horror B-Movie Action Figures. Cool! But then Peter stole it from me in the next turn. Oh well. So I got to draw again. This time it was scotch. Timely. I was going to buy a bottle for tomorrow to share with whoever needed it. But Simon ended up with it. Actually, he probably needs it more than any of us since he had to put his dog to sleep this morning. Poor guy. And so I drew again and got a reindeer that poops jelly beans.

And so the day will drift along with most of us sleepy from Sapporo or Saki. And into the night where most of us will drift into some other ether from some other ethereal liquid. And then it will be tomorrow.

Tomorrow, we will find out, each of the 800 of us here at Feature, who will have a job and who will not. It's a crap shoot. Good thing I've got Reindeer poop.

TaDa

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After all that (see previous post) we still managed to get all spiffy and head out to Ruth's Chris Steak House for a birthday dinner. We had decided to wait until after the race to have the big dinner, when our appetites were sure to be exaggerated. It was painful to walk in high heels, but a steak has never tasted so good.

Half Marathon!

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4:30am. Oatmeal. Lots of pink. That's pretty much all I remember from Sunday morning. Until we got to the meet up place downtown. Me and four other Disney folk decided to meet up and shuttle to the race start at Griffith Park. It was COLD! Reeaallly cold! How did I ever survive in Chicago? No one was really awake when we parked the car. That proved to be a problem later.

Upon arrival at the park, there was a crew of Native Americans onstage. The Chief was introducing a series of ancient and customary dances. One represented a Butterfly. The shawl represents Butterfly wings. The flapping of the shawl represents flapping of the butterfly wings. I had hoped there would be something more profound in the dance, but sometimes the dance represents the dance. The Chief talked about the old times and old dances and the way things used to be. "Then everything changed," he said. It's 6:30am, it's freezing cold, I'm about to run a race I'm not prepared for and now I am ladened with White Man Guilt. Superlative.

The lines for the outhouses were long and stinky, though I ran into an old friend, Brooks, there. As I waited in an impossibly long line, a lady with a radio tried to gather everyone for the race start. She urged us to get to the start line, but the 100 or so people in line just looked at her with inquisitive faces and full bladders.

From the line we heard the National Anthem (something I've never heard at a race before) and something that sounded like "Go!" and we could see the crowd slowly moving. James and I checked in our bags and wandered over to the start. Since we are chip timed, it doesn't really matter when you start. Your chip registers exactly when you cross the start and finish. I started to go and James held back. He wanted to wait until The Pack had cleared up a bit so he could run straight through. I started running and looked back to see James alone at the start.

Somewhere in the park, he ran up behind me. Not sure how far in we were, but Mr Blue Sky by ELO was on my running playlist at the time. I found it cute because that was at one time the ringtone I assigned to him.

On the back side of the park, it started. The pain. Twinges at the knee. And the hips. It was far too early for the pain. This was not going to end well. I considered running back to my car at Disney which was only about 4 miles away, but realized my keys were in Tracy's car downtown. Not an option. So I decided to walk. And then run and walk some more. That worked for a few miles. But by mile 9 I couldn't even take advantage of the downhills. It just hurt too much. I was left only able to run when I approached a camera or a crowd of children who were cheering me on to run. Couldn't let the kids down.

As I was running down Silver Lake Blvd, I realized that Russ lives somewhere right in that area. I probably ran right by his place, but I don't really know where it is. And as I ran through the cute neighborhood I felt this strange isolation. I was seeing his new life as a tourist. Watching it from the street and seeing it's cuteness as an objective passerby. I wondered when I passed the Walgreens if that is where he buys drugstore stuff. Is that the Ralphs he goes to? Is that cafe where he gets coffee and bagels? It was nice to see it from the street, to get the overview. I cried. My knees hurt, I should have trained harder, I let myself down and...I was sad.

And then I turned a corner. Downtown beckoned. My friends were there. James was there. And I tried to run as much as I could to get there faster. Drums were playing at mile 12 and 13. A lady on stilts danced (as much as you can in stilts.) And I ran to the finish.

James had a fantastic time of 1:42. Let's just say mine was an hour greater. I did walk most of it, remember. And today, it still hurts. It all hurts.

The gang decided to go out for dim sum, and everyone was kind enough to wait for me. Fortunately the race offered oranges and cookies and other treats to keep everyone's blood sugar happy. So off we went to Chinatown. But no one remembered exactly where the car was. We knew the garage, but which level? And so we walked an extra half-marathon around the garage looking for Tracy's car. I finally had to stop and lean on a pillar, telling everyone else to go one without me. It was like that last scene in Last of the Mohicans. Somewhere between levels 4 and 5, Marlon realized his phone was missing from his bag he had picked up from the bag-drop-off. Now we have a missing car, missing phone and bad knees. Finally, Marlon found the car. We phoned his phone hoping the lost and found people would pick up so we could FIND the lost and found. They did. We did. And finally we were off to dim sum. Between the hot tea and hot bath later, I found a comfortable position for my legs. It involves not moving at all.

Introducing...

This is James. In previous posts I have mentioned New Boyfriend. And today I thought I would post a grand unveiling seeing as today is James' birthday. Happy Bithday James!!! Welcome to my blog! Everyone, say "hi" to James.....

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Michael had a bunch of glow sticks. Most people wore them around their necks. I chose something else.