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Peaks and Valleys (Cake or Death?)

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Friday was Roxanne’s funeral. The woman goes to lunch with a friend and gets hit by a truck. Too short, man. This life we live is too damn short. I think one of the most amazing testaments to a person’s life is how many people come at the end to pay respects to it. The church was packed, people were watching in the back rooms and standing in the back. When they rolled in her pink casket (I didn’t know they made pink caskets in grown up sizes) to Amazing Grace, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. This whole scenario is so messed up. I feel just awful for the family. Ron looked so devastated. And those two little girls. Heartbreaking.

I saw people I haven’t laid eyes on in 13 years. AOPi sisters. Alpha Love. Weddings and Funerals, reunitement catch-alls.

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Friday evening was the TBG Christmas party. Girls in pretty pretty dresses and lots of whiskey and wine. I’ve developed quite the hankering for creamed horseradish. I blame the queen.

We taxied from the hotel to the Chronicle Christmas party, and got there right in time for the bars to close. Damn! But I got to see a bunch of folks I’ve missed terribly and squeeze some necks and wiggle a little to Detroit Steel.

To make up for carting half a dozen people to a dry party, I bought a lot of pitchers at Deep Eddy and caught up with more paper folks and got asked to dance by a strange mix of men (including one pushing 90). Something about being in a dive bar with a pink dress and stilettos, I suppose. After party at Daniel’s – 4 parts scotch, one laughing Amy and a man in character = v. small and cozy and funny.

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Saturday brought Daniel’s cold into full swing. We slept in until the hunger got the best of us, then trekked to the best migas and menudo on the east side (jo’s). Followed that up with a little Christmas shopping. (1 down, 11 to go) Got Chinese takeaway and watched Eddie Izzard (he hadn’t seen the standup) and laughed and sneezed the night away. There’s something about watching old comedy standup. It was dated, but still funny. Maybe not as funny as I remembered, but hindsight roses up some memories. (Cake or Death?)

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Dreams about underwire bras and elementary friends and being on the run and pesto pasta dishes. Clear headed dreams and a foggy morning. Strange little girls. Today it’s clean house day and catch up on reading day. I’ve got my next Chron assignment on the plate. Tori on the mix. Letters to write. Heady good stuff. NYE Evite to send.

My “I don’t have to run” day …

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God bless Sundays.

Last night was the Sagittarius wig party at the Peacock and Mer’s annual 50’s xmas party. Both had too many whiskeys on deck and were way too much fun. I love random wig nights and tap dancers and macaroni and cheese. I could have done without the jam band though. If I never hear a jam band again, it will be too soon. Anyway – there was much merriment and catching up and amusing anecdotes corner to corner. D & I met an astrologer who, upon hearing that D was a Gemini, started engaging me on “how Geminis are” – a conversation I’m pretty familiar with, thanks. Anyway, she was drunk and kept touching D’s legs and saying how handsome he was. If she wasn’t 55, we were going to have to have words! I really liked Mer’s place though (she also lives in the Pedernales) – it’s fitted complete with paper mache walls, tapestries hanging from the ceilings, a stage and a trapeze bar. I told D that if I were to go ahead and buy at Este, I would *so* want to decorate my place like hers. Only with a record player.

Daniel made me a full English breakfast this morning – soooooooo good. We listened to the Best of Public radio and snuggled on the couch until it was time for him to head into the office and me to go to church. (The church of friends, champagne and laughter is a hallowed hall, indeed.) I met Sadie at Taverna for too many mimosas and a much needed catch up about life, life at the Chronicle, and life in love. I’m so happy for the good things that are happening to her. It’s always better than good to hear good things happening to the people who deserve them the most.

I went to walk back to D’s place, but decided to stop in Mexi-Arte to see if Jaclyn was working. She was an ex-Chron classifieds girl, part hispanic, part Apache (like moi – minus my Lebanese, of course) and she was all flu-y and full of runny nose, but it was really good to catch up. I loved walking in on her, totally to her complete surprise, and seeing the look of confusion turn to recollection, followed by squealing and hugging. We chatted for awhile and she showed me the latest exhibit and we gossiped about love and work.

When I finally went to walk back to D’s, the weather had gotten colder so I flagged down a cab. The Best Taxi Ride Ever. The man drove really slow and asked me if I knew the secret to a lasting relationship. I gave him my learned interpretation, he gave me his and told me a story about the Brave Dancing Hippopotamus. Seriously – it was the best ride home money could pay for.

Now, I’m waiting for my love to get back. We’re heading to the Alamo for a night of movies, munchies and making out. Mmmm mmmmm! The best of the M’s, indeed.