I’m about halfway done with editing my pics. I accidentally hit a button when switching between apps and it set off a domino effect so vast that my computer actually crashed. The thing about OSX is that it rarely completely crashes, usually you just lose a program here or there and restart the program. And really, the whole thing didn’t crash but the 4 program clusterfuck was beginning to take up resources and was not righting itself fast enough for my impatient tastes.
Word of warning, do not accidentally hit the ‘iDVD’ button in iPhoto when you have your 4000 picture library open. It will try to export every one of those 4000 photos to iDVD and there is NO cancel button (stupid). Things get very ugly for a while.
So, yeah, half way done with my pics and I’ll get them posted. soon.
Still no word from David’s parents. Marshall called earlier today to say that his house was destroyed. He left a message so we were not able ask questions or anything, so I’m not sure what the details are. He declared his love for David over the phone. Marshall, if you’re going to steal my boyfriend you better get me lots (LOTS) of Elvis gifts from Graceland or I’ll really kick your ass. And I want ‘Fat Elvis’ stuff, no ‘TCB’ or early, young, healthy Elvis bullshit. Fat, sick, drugged out Elvis is the king of the elvis world.
Why am I so cranky today? I don’t know but people are pissing me off and everyone I know is cranky and pissed off. We need an international punch-fest or something. Asses need to be kicked. Hard.
Good luck to Lily on her tonsil surgery! I promise that in the international punch-fest I will not be punching you, babe!
Alright, I need food to put in my belly and arms to wrap around me.

Dang, yo. I don’t have the energy to recount the party. It was a lovely time, so much fun, no sleep til 6am and I had to get up at 8am to get Alex to the airport.
The party was a success, I was late getting food out but no one really noticed. It was crowded, people had a good time. There were virtually no leftovers. I don’t know if it’s because I did not make enough or if the food was that good. I’m hoping it was because it was that good but I know that’s probably not it. I was so flustered all night I hardly ate anything. I was sad to have missed out on most of my cheese plate!
Pictures and details later. Alex DID make it in for the party! He was in lovely minnesota for all of 18 hours but it was a fun packed 18 hours. Julie, Meg and Tuan all made it in safely and back out to their home states or countries!
Now we focus on hurricane Katrina bearing down directly on David’s family home. They’ve evacuated New Orleans, things don’t look good. Even David’s friend, Marshall is getting out of town and he’s the guy I’d count on to sit on a rooftop punching the hurricane. Good luck to David’s family and to Marshall and his family.
No leftovers…what will I eat?

I am sitting here in the midst of HUGE mixed emotions.
This weekend I am throwing this huge party. My friends are all coming, I’ve got people driving and flying in from out of state, and even from out of the country for this party. I am so excited to see my friends and feed them and present them with all this food goodness.
I’m positively giddy about it.
On the other hand, Hurrican Katrina has attacked Miami and at this time it looks like Alex will not be able to make it. My heart is so heavy right now. We waited and planned and scheduled this party for a weekend that he could be here.
I’m a jumble of happy and sad.
But my panties and my hair match (blue).

48 hours of no deep sleep, when I doze into a nap I dream that the house is empty of food and full of people. I am desperate to find the food and feed the people. I will fail if the people do not eat.
I am slow to respond to emails right now. Sorry. I just can’t be very coherent.
Also, Hurricane Katrina is going to piss me off in ways I can not express.
I’m going to go get my hair cut and then dye it. I’m thinking blue. Maybe orange.

I am officially over-stimulated. Way more stimulated than I can handle.
I took my massive shopping lists and headed out of work early (my boss rules). I picked up my sister (and got to see the new little hedgehog) and headed to lunch (mmm chinese buffet. 2005 is totally the year of the chinese buffet. I need to shoot myself now). After lunch it was Costco. Talk about overwhelming. It’s a lot like Sam’s Club only bigger and cleaner and it had better lighting. I thought Costco would be the perfect solution to throwing a huge party, but it’s not. I mean it kind of is, I got huge amounts of asparagus, green beans and avocados for cheap, but for the most part I would see things I needed, artichoke hearts, for example, and even though I needed them for the cheese platter, i did not need a gallon of artichoke hearts.
I managed to get quite a few things, but towards the end I was wandering around, mumbling to myself and my hands were doing the weird ‘one-hand-clapping’ thing that do when i get all overwhelmed. April was a shining star, though. Seriously, if you need someone to take control of a situation, to manage every detail, you call my sister. She. Gets. Shit. Done.
Back to her place, we split a beer (it was 2:30 in the afternoon), we split a cigarette (I was out) and we chatted a bit. I told her how I glued my eye shut the other night!
After I got home and put stuff away and read the instructions for upgrading to Tiger (it was delivered today) I sat down to rewrite my grocery list for a regular grocery store. Sit down. Rewrite list.
What list?
Where’s the list? where’s my notebook? Where is the notebook that I had with the menu, the food lists, the cryptic shorthand telling me all kinds of information about each thing I have to buy (4 checks next to scallions means 3 bunches, but 2 checks next to mascarpone means buy 2. An X means it’s on the other list as well, a circle means it’s on the specialty store list, a circle with a line through it means…aw fuckit). Where’s my notebook? Not in with the groceries I just brought in, not on the sofa, not in the car, not in the trunk, not under the sink, not in the back yard.
Oh fuck me pretty!
Yeah, lost the notebook. The single (SINGLE) most important thing in planning this party gets lost somewhere in a Costco parking lot. What the hell is wrong with me? I have 43 rsvp’s! 43 people said “I would like to come to your home and eat your food and chat amiably with you and your friends. I hope the food is good because I’ve got no other reason to be there” and I lost my menu. I’m throwing some fucking cheetohs and onion dip on the table on saturday!
The menu is gone, the lists are gone.
Yeah, okay, so I recreated the menu, recreated the lists, made a new shopping list. Calmed down. David is amazingly calming.
David went to the grocery store with me, which I appreciated as I know he doesn’t really care to go to the grocery store with me and would rather go alone or not at all. Thing is, David’s a lot of fun at the grocery store once you get used to his method. he spends a lot of time inspecting certain things and I used to get impatient. Now I know to leave the cart with him and wander off to get this or that. You never want to take the cart and leave him alone, leaving the cart with him makes you go back to the cart and inevitably he has something cool to show you.
Today’s coolness was the Jelly Belly bulk display. Every flavor was seperated (they also had a bin with the mixed ones) and we took a bag and went flavor by flavor and added 2 or 3 or 4. We didn’t want to get a giant bag, just a little bit to share. It was fun. I wandered off again and he picked up little bits of this or that bulk candy. Good fun.
I got overstimulated at the grocery store too. It was really strange in there. I hate when I don’t know the layout of a store and nothing is where it belongs.
Home, groceries away, the dogs are being asses, dinner was greasy and unsatisfying. I’m tired.
BUT shopping was a success, i got the things I needed, David was helpful. Things are going to be fine.