Archive for September, 2012

Drag Queens and Leather and Weddings…Oh, My!

I have absolutely no concept of time when it comes to weekend trips. The veggie boyfriend and I were going to leave for San Francisco early on Saturday morning and then come home late Monday afternoon. In my head I had a bunch of little things planned for us to do before we headed out for my friend’s wedding: stopping by the Wharf, grabbing brunch with a few friends, maybe running a hill for fun.

So how is it I forgot that there are only twenty-four hours in a day, and that about eight of those are spent sleeping?

Golden Gate Bridge
We managed to do at least one real touristy thing.

Saturday night started off with dinner and a drag show at Asia SF. (If you’ve never been, I highly recommend it: drag queens dancing on bars and lip syncing and words with double meanings.) We hit up two more bars afterwards: Bourbon and Branch and Tradition. (I used to drink a LOT with this particular group of friends, and the wedding/reunion was an excellent excuse to cram in as much as possible to make up for lost time.) The veggie boyfriend kindly offered to be the designated driver, so no one was in any danger.

Sunday morning was going to be a calm day of brunch and walking around the city, or so I pictured. However, the Folsom Street Fair was set for that day, and the VBF wanted to check it out (he’d heard about it on a podcast). We knew that driving there wasn’t an option, so we relied on public transportation. Along the way I saw a few leather daddies, but nothing prepared me for seeing full-on naked men and women. All they had on were shoes (and maybe a leather strap or two). It’s definitely an interesting culture, but I think the VBF got tired of me winning at Genital Punch (the FSF version of Punch Buggy that I made up). I did get a few pictures in, but the safest one I can share with you is this one:

Folsom Street Fair

We raced back to the hotel, got showered and dressed, and caught a cab to the church. The ceremony was short and sweet, but what thrilled me to no end was the look of happiness on my friend’s face. The food at the reception was amazing, but I think it helped that her brand new husband is a sous chef. I hit a fashion faux pas when I discovered another woman wearing my dress, but I guess I can chalk it up to both of us having good taste.

Elizabeth and Dirk's Wedding
Best Group Wedding Photo Ever. [Borrowed from my friend, Jorge.]

It was much too short of a trip, but it was nice to be able to get away for a bit. The VBF and I managed to last through two long car trips, a wedding, and being trapped in the same room together for hours at a time. I knew he was worth keeping around, especially after I came across this street sign:

Meant to be
Our initials are the exempt permits for the street we were walking on.

It’s The Girl In Me Coming Out

A friend of mine is getting married this weekend. Her wedding is at an awkward fashion time: 4pm to 9pm. It’s not late afternoon, it’s not cocktail hour, and it’s not black tie. This meant I *had* to go shopping for a dress. (I didn’t really, but I’m not going to pass up the opportunity.)

Anthropologie is one of my favorite stores for girly clothing. They aren’t cheap, but man…the little frills, cuts, and colors are AMAZING. The wedding was a good excuse to visit, and I had the 15% off card they give during the month of your birthday. Full priced items could be taken into consideration with this coupon. I was excited.

Five or six dresses later, I walked out of the fitting room with two maybes and the rest as go-backs. I was disappointed. I gave the sale rack a quick glance, and discovered this dress:

I was thrilled. I had seen this dress in Vegas during the pageant, but it wasn’t in my size. This one was my size AND it had been marked down an additional $40. It looked amazing on. I wouldn’t even have to have it altered (unheard of for a girl of five feet). You’d better believe I snatched that dress. I even splurged on a purse and a bottle of perfume. A necklace that my cousin’s girlfriend gave me would complete the whole outfit.

Time passed, and I started having doubts. The dress fit the late afternoon time frame, but could I pull it off when it hit evening hours? Would I be shunned like Scarlett O’Hara when she wore her green afternoon dress to a morning barbecue?

And then a miracle happened: Anthro decided to hold “Anthro Day,” where members would get 20% off when they showed their card at checkout. I headed over, hoping they would have something. The first lap around was fruitless, but then this dress made itself known:

I tried it on. It was perfect. It worked for all hours that the wedding and reception would fall between. I wouldn’t have to dig out my low-cut convertible bra. It’d help bring out the color of the Veggie Boyfriend’s eyes if we had to pose together for pictures. And it would be 20% off.

I figured I could wear pearls with this dress, but the bride-to-be posted this necklace on her Facebook page:

The urge for something sparkly around my neck hit me like a big rig, but I didn’t want to wipe out my budget. I lucked out at Forever 21 (or Forever XXI, as they now like to be called) and found this necklace for about $13:

It’s been ages since I’ve been this girly. Since it’s so close to the wedding, I won’t have time to do another outfit change. At least I hope I won’t find time for another outfit change. ;)

P.S. This has been sitting in my drafts for a few days. I ended up buying an evening clutch and a couple of shades of eyeshadow. :/

Three Of My Biggest Valley Fears

I’ve been temping in the San Fernando Valley for about three months now. This means that I take two of the worst freeways in existence in order to get to work: the 405 and the 101. Having spent all of my life on the Westside, I dread the commute to and from the valley. My biggest fears include:

1. Getting stuck in gnarly traffic due to an accident.
2. Getting stuck in the valley because of brushfires.
3. Getting hit by another car somewhere on the 405/101.

Mind you, I dated a guy who lived in Tarzana for two years. He was not a fan of driving, so I was the one who made the trek through the Sepulveda Pass. I’d only swing by late in the evening or early in the morning to avoid traffic. If there was an accident, I’d push back my arrival time by at least a couple of hours. If the hills were on fire, we’d communicate via IM. If the weather wasn’t LA’s usual sunny self, I drove with extreme caution in order to avoid an accident. Knock on wood, I managed to avoid those three fears during those two years.

In the last month, it’s like those three fears decided to come out and play. As of now I have:
1. Been caught in extreme stop-and-go traffic because a car caught on fire near the 101. (This would happen the same day a big rig flipped over. Luckily it was on the opposite side of traffic.)
2. Had to stay in the valley for a few extra hours because the Sepulveda Pass caught on fire on Friday. Dinner was great, and I got to see a friend, but I’m not a fan of valley heat plus fire.
3. My car was hit yesterday while getting on the 101. The damage is minor, and hopefully it won’t take too long to fix. (At least it wasn’t as bad as my infamous accident in 2009.)

Three strikes on you, Valley. Your parole officer will be in touch.

I’ll Make You A Pun You Can’t Refuse

The veggie boyfriend saw “The Godfather” for the first time ever this week. We had a conversation via text about it:

VBF: Almost finished “The Godfather” this morning – so good! It’s easy to get sucked in. Now I know why you like the nickname Kae.
Me: Yay! I can make references and you’ll get what I’m saying. Wait ’til you get to the end – you’ll see why I find it funny when you tell me “Don’t worry about it.” Also, do you know about the oranges?
VBF: I have about 45 minutes left of “The Godfather I”
Me: When you’re done with the movie, google “godfather” and “oranges”
Me: That’s my name, don’t wear it out.
VBF: I won’t dignify that with a response.
Me: You just did. :)