A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Monday, October 29, 2007

I came home Saturday afternoon from taking my grandmother to the Memphis airport that morning. The past few days had been way stressful (good, but stressful). Moving into a new (better) place, paying off old student loans, trying to squeeze in some visit time with grandma, etc. So I was pretty bushed walking in the front door. I was greeted by a joyful, excited Luke, who said, "Hey, baby! Get suited and booted real quick! I'm taking you to Memphis! But we gotta hurry. Quick, quick! And you should wear heels. But bring comfortable shoes, too, 'cause there'll be walking later!"

After hugging him back and choking down some unkind words of confusion, I quickly scurried to get ready. We hit the road and arrived at The Melting Pot about an hour later. He then took me to Beale Street for a ghost tour.

Does this guy know the way to my heart, or what? Melted cheese and spooky history. I'm putty, I tell you. Putty.

The Melting Pot:
Fabulous! A little pricey, but worth it. You get four courses: cheese fondue, salad, entree (ours was a sampling of filet mignon, pork tenderloin, chicken, shrimp, lobster, and vegetables), and chocolate dessert fondue. Go. Like, get in the car and go right now.

Haunted Memphis (by Backbeat Tours, http://www.backbeattours.com/):
Really fun. I've been on spookier tours, but John, the guide, was awesome and I learned cool stuff about some apparently pretty bloody Memphian history. I'd go again. It's just kinda hard to get psyched up about supernatural goings-on when you're jumping out of the way of stumbling drunks and straining to hear over Elvis impersonators. But parts of the tour were in quiter areas, and that was good stuff. Like the Gayoso apartment building, for example. That was satisfyingly creepy. After the tour, I had a chance to talk with John and turns out he's a filmmaker, and his wife's from Corinth. He gave me his e-mail address. I hope to talk with him again soon. Maybe we can get together and collaborate or something. (That sounds so snarky, like I should be wearing sunglasses and a greasy low ponytail. And be a guy.)

In the meantime, anytime I tell someone about Backbeat Tours, I find myself softly singing "Backbeat, the word is on the street..." and wondering what Oasis is doing right now.

Monday, October 22, 2007

It's time to push that other post down. The subject of Luke's deployment will undoubtedly be revisted, but not for a while. For now, we still have several weeks and I'm gonna enjoy them and not be mopey. Not to say that I have been mopey; I'm holding up pretty well and have managed to wait until he had left the house both times I lost my shit and bawled.

Fun things to talk about:

1) Halloween is right around the corner. Wednseday night, I'm picking out the pumpkins for the parents' porch. (Luke and I are moving in with them until he leaves, and then I'll either stay with them or find a cheap ghetto apt. to save money.) They have two steps on the upper porch that lead to the front door. We're going to put a pumpkin on both sides of each step, for a total of four pumpkins. And a lot of pumpkin bread.

2) I'm losing weight, for real. Apparently, not eating as much bad-for-you stuff and running is more effective than sitting around and eating junk. I'll be.

3) I am still going to Cali for Christmas. Still going to Catalina. Brandon is noodling for an invite, but I don't think that's a wise idea.

4) I fly from L.A. to Nashville on the morning of the 28th. From there, I catch a flight to Buffalo and stay until the 1st. Kickass. Get to hang with Tamara, meet Jeff, maybe see my beloved Falls again, and.... Luke, who will be doing two months of training in New Jersey, is supposed to get a pass between the 28th and the 1st. Could that have worked out any better? I think not. We won't know what day it will be until a couple weeks in advance, but I'm sure I can make it work. I cannot wait for this trip. Luke, Tamara, large bodies of water, holiday festivities, cold weather, warm houses, quaint winter headgear. It's like something by Louisa May Alcott but with jazz and a better variety of cheeses.

5) Having decided that Kate Walsh has the most beautiful hair color I've ever seen, I'm going for it. Or as close to it as I can get without bleaching. So it probably be darker red and won't look much like hers but I'm gonna try. I rock reds.

6) There is a great big world of teas out there, and I'm just getting my toes wet. This requires some reading and jounaling. Who knew? Right now I'm sipping a plain Darjeeling to familiarize myself with its taste by itself before I move on to infusions. Like wine, everything from season to location alters the taste. And that's just the basics. Start talking about infusions, and whoa. I'm also reading up on the history of tea, tea as natural medicine, and Japanese tea ceremony. We're not guzzling Lipton anymore, Toto.

7) I saw 30 Days of Night. It was terrible. Laughable. I was all excited, thinking, "Yes! Finally we make vampires gross and evil again! Enough with the sexy, tortured vampires! Here comes some forward thinking!" Nope. It was trite. predictable, and cheesy. *SPOILERS IMMEDIATELY AHEAD* And what's the deal with the little girl vampire? That shit's been done, Hollywood. That market was cornered by Kirsten Dunst over a decade ago. This little girl vampire wasn't scary or interesting or anything but...well, stupid. I can't believe Sam Raimi would allow something so ridiculous in his movie. But then...ok, that's a separate post.

8) Did I mention I've lost weight?

Friday, October 12, 2007

Luke's being deployed Dec. 8. We don't know where yet, just that it will be for 12 months.

Monday, October 01, 2007

From this crazy-ass website:

"WARNING: Some words, such as the F-word, should be reserved totally for private use between husband and wife within the context of sexual activity. Never use the F-word in the hearing of anyone else, including family [especially children] and closest friends. And never use it as an expletive. Convert it from a dirty word to a very precious, private and special word that is used to refer to the sacred act that can cause life to come into existence at the point of ultimate physical marital intimacy."

I just wanted to make sure that everyone is using the F-bomb in this very precious way and no other way. Heehee!

FunFact! Plan B is synonomous with killing and eating babies. In case you didn't know.