Thursday, October 29, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Besides spending the day with Harry's fantastic folks at Pier 39...
and we attempted to eat breakfast here at Go and Annie's suggestion. But the line was twice as intimidatingly long as the one in this picture (luckily we found an incredible breakfast place anyway!) and so we were forced to give up on it.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
As we walked by Giant's stadium I attempted to snap a picture of the team at a press conference. If only I was a Giant's fan.
Driving to San Francisco last Saturday. We left our apartment at 11:20 am, and returned at 1:45 pm, never once getting out of the car. Did we know before we left that there would be an airshow by the Blue Angels that day and that the entire city would be in parking-lot-mode traffic, with not one actual parking spot to be found? Nee-yope. We did listen to quite a lot of Harry Nilsson, though. And I did manage to get one picture from the car. A noteworthy San Francisco discovery.Harrison Street. Where hot blonde men are a-plenty, I'm sure. My camera died shortly after this picture. Just as well, I suppose.
Attempt #3: The Ron-and-Tene-Reynolds attempt.
More to come on that... soon. Rest assured, we will actually spend time in that city, apart from cars/parking lots.
Not to fear, San Fran! We will prevail!
When I heard it I was really excited. Like, suspiciously excited. I couldn’t quite put my finger on why I felt so outrageously in favor of these two getting together, tying their proverbial boats (well, yachts) together, having a wedding with pictures to probably be published in a People magazine and sold in a check-out stand for me to read while Harry pays for groceries, and eventually producing little trust-fund mini-thems.
Then I put my finger on the very thing.
Think back to October 2006- February 2007. Bush was still President, the last Harry Potter book hadn’t been written, and video iPods were about $150 more than they cost now. I was going through my very first real break up, and having an interesting time of it. At the tender age of 19 I felt a little blue about the whole thing. Even though I didn't regret breaking up, the sense of loss was very tangible to me.(Cue hazy and twinkly montage of my 19 year old self with some unspecified Keane song playing in the background, sitting in my Provo apartment at my desk on Merzy’s Macbook at some unknown but late hour…)
There were two things I watched when I felt a little down. They were
Watching these shows made those quiet and melancholy nights a bit cheerful. I’ll admit I even cut bangs like Anne Hathaway’s after a few viewings (this turned out to be one of my favorite hair eras).
It seems only right and appropriate that an actor from each of my comfort shows should be matrimonially united. The universe has acheived balance. For now.