To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your title as "Getting to know each other!", tag 25 people including me (tagging is done in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.
1. What time did you get up this morning?
2. How do you like your steak?
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?
Oh dear gods... probably Harry Potter 5.
4. What is your favorite TV show?
Probably either _Desperate Housewives_ or _Ugly Betty_; I don't watch much TV anymore.
5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?
My beloved San Diego.
6. What did you have for breakfast?
a Sausage McMuffin with Egg that I picked up from the local McSux.
7. What is your favorite cuisine?
Norteño Mexican, Sichuan, southern California.
8. What foods do you dislike?
That I refuse to eat? Raw onions, any sort of bell pepper, liver.
9. Favorite Place to Eat?
There are so many...
10. Favorite dressing?
Oil and vinegar with feta.
11. What kind of vehicle do you drive?
At the moment, a 1993 Olds 88 Royale LS, code name "Lucille."
12. What are your favorite clothes?
Cargos (either pants or shorts) and a t-shirt when I'm out of the house.
13. Where would you visit if you had the chance?
I'd take a year to "do" Europe.
14. Cup ½ empty or ½ full?
Depends on the day.
15. Where would you want to retire?
Our family ranch in the mountains of central Arizona.
16. Favorite time of day?
17. Where were you born?
Hoag Memorial Hospital, Newport Beach, California.
18. What is your favorite sport to watch?
Baseball and Hockey.
19. Who do you think will not tag you back?
20. Person you expect to tag you back first?
21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this?
22. Bird watcher?
I like parrots.
23. Are you a morning person or a night person?
Night owl. *hoot*
24. Do you have any pets?
Not right now.
Ferrah Leni "Farrah" Fawcett: February 2, 1947-June 25, 2009
Michael Joseph Jackson: August 29, 1958-June 25, 2009
Requiescent in pace.
Update: blachubear reminded me that Ed McMahon died earlier this week.
Edward Leo Peter McMahon, Jr: March 6, 1923-June 23, 2009
2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING unless someone comments you and asks— and, believe me, the temptation to explain some of these will be overwhelming. Nothing is exactly as it seems.
Kissed any one of your LiveJournal friends? — yes
Been arrested? — no
Kissed someone you didn't like? — yes
Slept in until 5 PM? — yes
Fallen asleep at work/school? — yes
Held a snake? — yes
Ran a red light? — yes
Been suspended from school? — yes
Experienced love at first sight? — yes
Totaled your car in an accident? — yes
Been fired from a job? — no
Fired somebody? — no
Sung karaoke? — yes
Did something you told yourself you wouldn't? — yes
Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? — yes
Caught a snowflake on your tongue? — yes
Kissed in the rain? — yes
Had a close brush with death (your own)? — no
Saw someone die? — no
Played Spin-the-Bottle? — yes
Smoked a cigar? — no
Sat on a rooftop? — yes
Smuggled something into another country? — no
Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes? — yes
Broken a bone? — yes
Skipped school? — yes
Eaten a bug? — yes
Sleepwalked? — no
Walked on a moonlit beach? — yes
Ridden a motorcycle? — no
Dumped someone? — yes
Forgotten your anniversary? — no
Lied to avoid a ticket? — no
Ridden in a helicopter? — no
Shaved your head? — yes
Blacked out from drinking? — yes
Played a prank on someone? — yes
Hit a home run? — yes
Felt like killing someone? — yes
Cross-dressed? — no
Been falling-down drunk? — yes
Made your girlfriend/boyfriend cry? — yes
Eaten snake? — no
Marched/Protested? — yes
Had Mexican jumping beans for pets? — no
Puked on an amusement ride? — no
Seriously & intentionally boycotted something? — yes
Knitted? — yes
Been on TV? — yes
Skinny-dipped? — yess
Given someone stitches? — no
Eaten a whole habenero pepper? — no
Ridden a surfboard? — no
Drunk straight from a liquor bottle? — yes
Had surgery? — yes
Streaked? — yes
Been taken by ambulance to a hospital? — no
Tripped on mushrooms? — no
Passed out when NOT drinking? — yes
Peed on a bush? — yes
Donated Blood? — no
Grabbed electric fence? — no
Eaten alligator meat? - no
Eaten cheesecake? — yes
Peed your pants in public? — yes
Snuck into a movie without paying? yes
Written graffiti? — no
Still love someone you shouldn't? — yes
Think about the future? — yes
Been in handcuffs? — no
Believe in love? — no
Sleep on a certain side of the bed? — yes
All I can say is that a system where religious extremists and large churches from outside can come in and manipulate the political process in order to perpetuate injustice doesn't seem to be just to me. Democracy must protect as well as empower, and it looks like the Nazi Party, the Bishops and the LDS Church seem to think that gays and lesbians aren't worthy of protection.
After I got off the ferry on Friday evening, I went and got the car and started heading east. My tux for the wedding was ready, and I was hoping that I could get it before 9. (The ferry got in about 7:45 and it took about 15 minutes to walk to the car.) Unfortuantely, the freeway system in southwestern British Columbia is a bit... confusing. I didn't want to drive back into Vancouver to just turn east, so I tried taking 91 over to New Westminster and cutting across to 1. (The mall was in Coquitlam.) I ended up getting totally turned around in New Westminster and when I looked at the clock, it was 8:45. Crap. So I just said "fuck it" and found a place where I could mooch free wireless (from a hotel next to a McDonalds, ironically) and then headed back to Anibal's place.
Saturday was busy. I went and got my tux, and then got my hair cut. I putzed my way back, then we drove out to the rehearsal at the church. Things went off without a hitch, and we then went to the rehearsal dinner. The food was magnificent and the company was wonderful. Afterwards, Anibal and Sherie wanted to go over the dance, so I drove Anibal to her place. I was pretty much unconscious on the couch (snoring while vertical) and then we went home.
We had a good breakfast on Sunday, and then got prepared. I took Anibal over to his parents' house for a little bit, and then we headed up to the church. Sherie was a little late (what bride isn't?) and when she showed? A vision. Beautiful. The ceremony was beautiful; I only hope when I do finally tie the knot that I'm as lucky to find as wonderful a mate.
Here's to my friends, Dr. Anibal and Mrs. Sherie Bohorquez!
I will say, that building is spectacular. The building is functional, but is an example of how Victorian architecture was raised to high art. There is some beautiful stained glass throughout the building, including a beautiful window that had been installed as a commemmoration of Queen Victoria's jubilee. On the opposite wall is a window that was designed for Queen Elizabeth II's jubilee from seven years ago.
There are also windows for various arts and virtues; they had placed reproductions on refrigerator magnets. I decided to pick some up, as well as a tin of the official blend of tea that the MLA's (Members of the Legislative Assembly) are served. It smelled nummy, and had a cute tea tin.
I also putzed around a little downtown. There are some nice buildings there, including a 1904 Carnegie library that is no longer in its original use. I also saw a yarn shop on the way in that I stuck my nose into; I've now got wool for three more pairs of good socks. At the very least, I can take some consolation that the exchange rate is in my favor for purchases. (If I were driving back to Chicago, I'd probably stop at a duty-free shop on the border and pick some stuff up, lol.)
Once I get off the boat, I have to run over to the mall in Lougheed and pick up my tux. (It had bloody better FIT this time!) Anibal txted me and said it's open late; the bus to the ferry terminal at Swartz Bay was LATE and I missed the 5:00 PM boat.
I'm going to find a seat and doze. Since the networks dont seem to work on this boat (I'm going to catch a steward and ask about that) I have to type this and post later. Sheesh.
Yesterday I picked up my sweater and stayed in Seattle a little bit, then I realized that it was getting late and hopped on I-5 heading north. The route between Seattle and the Canadian border is much different than between Los Angeles and the Mexican border, even though the distances are approximately the same. Pretty much there are some towns and small villages, but Bellingham is about the only city of consequence. Blaine, Washington is a TINY village! I crossed the border with no problem. The Canadian border guard asked a few questions (why are you here, how long will you be, etc) and waved me through. I was pretty careful though... my rental has Washington plates on it so the last thing I need is to get a traffic ticket in Canada.
Today Anibal and I are going to meet up with Sherie and do a little sightseeing. Friday will be the trip out to Victoria.
I wasn't kidding when I said that Seattle is da BOMB. I did figure out that the men are like everywhere else (some flaky, some cool), but the city is really nice, the people in general are really friendly. I even went to the Starfux across the street from Pike Place Market and had a cuppa (when I txted chord and told him his response was "ooo, Mecca!") and took a picture of the sign, which is the old double-fishtail mermaid, bazoombas and all! I also took a look at the fish market, impressive! I do have to go back in the morning though on my way up; I accidentally left my sweater there and need to pick it up.
Yesterday, my aunt said that my cousin Shayne and his crowd were having a bbq in the afternoon, so we went there. I spent the morning down at the State Capitol in Olympia taking pictures and putzing around. Olympia is a very cute town too. When I got back into Tacoma I went over to Shayne's house; his wife is very nice and their girls (his hers and theirs in one big blended family) are really sweet. However, I don't envy him when they start hitting puberty...
Tomorrow is the big trip north. Hopefully there won't be too much grief crossing the border; I haven't been out of the United States since I was in high school and have never spent a night out of the country.
So we'll see.
Right now I'm sitting at a Starbucks in downtown Tacoma. It's right across the street from the old Union Station; a nice looking Romanesque building that has been adapted into a courthouse. I like it. Once I'm out of here I'll snap a few photos.
It's a little grey today though. My aunt (whom I'm staying with) says that the weather here can be like Chicago's: if you wait fifteen minutes it will change. I hope so, I'm looking forward to seeing some of the sights around here, and I hope that when I go down to Mt. St. Helens that the weather is nice.
So far I'm pretty impressed. Our flight came in right by Mt. Rainier, and the landing and getting baggage and getting the car at SeaTac wasn't a problem at all. The freeways weren't that complicated either, and I found my aunt's place pretty easily.
So, after checking my mail, it's off to see what I can find!
I did realize though that I think I have shed a little weight in the butt. The jet from MDW-DEN was a 737-500 series, and normally I find seats in anything earlier than a 737-700 uncomfortable. Lo and behold, my big arse FIT. I am pleased.
My flight leaves in about an hour, enough time to finish my lunch. :-)