My weekend = swiftness
Yes, oh yes,
Lets begin at the end of work on friday. After changing into an extra pair of clothes Drey and I brought to work that morning we buzzed back to hollywood where we had made plans to see a silent film with our coworkers. That is right we saw a silent film in the only silent film movie house in the world (besides one in Australia). Sadly the guy that owns it is passing it over to a new set of owners at the end of this month and "they" [whoever they are] feel like it is going to be the end of an era and were documenting the whole night from the time we arrived and bought the tickets to the half hour after the movie we stood outside the place talking.
We met up with our coworkers and their sig. others sat down, some people came dressed up in old 1920's garb. The movie house had a modest screen two pianos and an organ on either side of a short stage.
The way the night went: the guy who owned the place started out with a song sung to a live pianist, and then gave us some trivia about the place and a lowdown of the nights itinerary. Apparently we did not just sign up for one movie that night (originally being of course 'The Kid' a charlie chaplin flick) but before all that we started off with an old pubic service announcement made for ladies (who wore crazy fruit filled hats) to please remove their hats (as they got in the way of everyones view behind them) -- a big crane came out of nowhere and would either just remove the hat or remove the hat and the lady :) -- a felix the cat cartoon (old school, mind you everything we watched was a silent film narrated musically by the live piano man), another short famous silent flick that I cannot remember the name to and then a bunch of trailers from that era of films that were coming out in the past. Then it was intermission (we still had not seen the film we came to watch).
Intermission involved going out to a private cabana-esque patio where they served hot chocolate and cookies! sooo good!
Then after being quized on chaplin trivia we started our film!
The movie, the experience...there is nothing more to say.
Afterwords we went out for beers at the hotwings joint we had gone to previously. Everynight should end with great conversation and good beer.
Saturday the house life was crazy and I figured I wold just leave and not get into, I decided a while ago after I had a real shake-up that it is not worth it, I am accepted by the adults in my life I needed acceptance from and the rest all just try to manipulate me, and I stopped caring about appeasing them, so the manipulation stopped working and now seems slighltly silly and melodramatic.
So I headed down to the grocery store deposited my paycheck in to the atm machine bought a carbonated juice and read my book on the patio. Eventually I was interrupted by an old drunk mexican who had caught the attention of a customer leaving the market and was trying to pursue a controversial conversation. Looking up at that man reminded me of the time I was moelested by a drunk elderly mexican at the beaverton Transit Station in Oregon, and I just decided to leave. Somehow I no longer found that the area very pleasurable. So off I walked back home to the same crazy mess, I went swimming, isolated myself and talked to Vaul on the phone. Then Drey and my Mom get into an argument because Drey is trying to clean the house (he has an old navy buddy staying the weekend and does not want to be embarrassed by the condition of the house, of which he gave her all week to work through all of her stuff which has taken over Drey's only living space) my mom is trying to get him to stop cleaning, and then she starts yelling and getting ancy with me (because everything is my fault, ungrateful daughter, right here), so again I'm like, "hmm I'm going to leave". I go down to the Armenian deli buy a sandwich for dinner walk up to Griffith Park, found a bench ate my dinner and read my book till dusk. By the time I got home Drey brought me up to date with how the rest his event finished, and by that time his navy friend, Rob, was about 15 min away.
Rob gets here and more fun begins. We stay up chatting, I finally get my laundry done, ready and prepared for Sunday, the day we christened The Eneepah.
The Eneepah, is my grandfather's new sailboat (the Hull was built in 1979). It is a 48ft catch (the second mast (mezzine) is lower than the first). This boat has a great story if any of you get to come out and sail on it or visit it I will tell you then. So my grandfather has been working almost a full year on getting this boat ready and it is gorgeous and almost ready for a good world cruise. One of those last details is the renaming ceremony. There is a lot of sailor/maritime lore so to appease the old ways properly Grampa made a speech letting Poseiden and the god of wind know that this boat is being christened and to take care of it on the mighty ocean and by the great gales. Then we poured 6 bottles of champagne off the bow to seal the pact.
Did I forget to mention my grandfather drinks, a lot. Well after the boat got its douse of liquor we had ours. There were 7 people and really only four drinkers (Drey, Rob, Grandpa and myself) we downed three bottles a champagne in a heart beat joined of course with sushi, onigiri, japanese cookies, cream puffs and other assorted foods. Drey then made Moscow mules, much vodka, then grampa made mai tai's much rum all joined by fantastic conversation between Drey, Rob, Kina, Grampa and myself. We all then took wonderful leisurely naps on the boat and when it was time we cleaned up and left.
Drey, Rob and I came home, swam and watched a B-scifi flick.
All I have to say at this point, the weekend was great, this weekend fantastic and I have feeling as Drey rejoins forces with his old Navy buddies and we continue to hang out with our coworkers there will be many more fun times to be had.
So while I am still half sober I thought I would share a little window into my fun world.
Lets begin at the end of work on friday. After changing into an extra pair of clothes Drey and I brought to work that morning we buzzed back to hollywood where we had made plans to see a silent film with our coworkers. That is right we saw a silent film in the only silent film movie house in the world (besides one in Australia). Sadly the guy that owns it is passing it over to a new set of owners at the end of this month and "they" [whoever they are] feel like it is going to be the end of an era and were documenting the whole night from the time we arrived and bought the tickets to the half hour after the movie we stood outside the place talking.
We met up with our coworkers and their sig. others sat down, some people came dressed up in old 1920's garb. The movie house had a modest screen two pianos and an organ on either side of a short stage.
The way the night went: the guy who owned the place started out with a song sung to a live pianist, and then gave us some trivia about the place and a lowdown of the nights itinerary. Apparently we did not just sign up for one movie that night (originally being of course 'The Kid' a charlie chaplin flick) but before all that we started off with an old pubic service announcement made for ladies (who wore crazy fruit filled hats) to please remove their hats (as they got in the way of everyones view behind them) -- a big crane came out of nowhere and would either just remove the hat or remove the hat and the lady :) -- a felix the cat cartoon (old school, mind you everything we watched was a silent film narrated musically by the live piano man), another short famous silent flick that I cannot remember the name to and then a bunch of trailers from that era of films that were coming out in the past. Then it was intermission (we still had not seen the film we came to watch).
Intermission involved going out to a private cabana-esque patio where they served hot chocolate and cookies! sooo good!
Then after being quized on chaplin trivia we started our film!
The movie, the experience...there is nothing more to say.
Afterwords we went out for beers at the hotwings joint we had gone to previously. Everynight should end with great conversation and good beer.
Saturday the house life was crazy and I figured I wold just leave and not get into, I decided a while ago after I had a real shake-up that it is not worth it, I am accepted by the adults in my life I needed acceptance from and the rest all just try to manipulate me, and I stopped caring about appeasing them, so the manipulation stopped working and now seems slighltly silly and melodramatic.
So I headed down to the grocery store deposited my paycheck in to the atm machine bought a carbonated juice and read my book on the patio. Eventually I was interrupted by an old drunk mexican who had caught the attention of a customer leaving the market and was trying to pursue a controversial conversation. Looking up at that man reminded me of the time I was moelested by a drunk elderly mexican at the beaverton Transit Station in Oregon, and I just decided to leave. Somehow I no longer found that the area very pleasurable. So off I walked back home to the same crazy mess, I went swimming, isolated myself and talked to Vaul on the phone. Then Drey and my Mom get into an argument because Drey is trying to clean the house (he has an old navy buddy staying the weekend and does not want to be embarrassed by the condition of the house, of which he gave her all week to work through all of her stuff which has taken over Drey's only living space) my mom is trying to get him to stop cleaning, and then she starts yelling and getting ancy with me (because everything is my fault, ungrateful daughter, right here), so again I'm like, "hmm I'm going to leave". I go down to the Armenian deli buy a sandwich for dinner walk up to Griffith Park, found a bench ate my dinner and read my book till dusk. By the time I got home Drey brought me up to date with how the rest his event finished, and by that time his navy friend, Rob, was about 15 min away.
Rob gets here and more fun begins. We stay up chatting, I finally get my laundry done, ready and prepared for Sunday, the day we christened The Eneepah.
The Eneepah, is my grandfather's new sailboat (the Hull was built in 1979). It is a 48ft catch (the second mast (mezzine) is lower than the first). This boat has a great story if any of you get to come out and sail on it or visit it I will tell you then. So my grandfather has been working almost a full year on getting this boat ready and it is gorgeous and almost ready for a good world cruise. One of those last details is the renaming ceremony. There is a lot of sailor/maritime lore so to appease the old ways properly Grampa made a speech letting Poseiden and the god of wind know that this boat is being christened and to take care of it on the mighty ocean and by the great gales. Then we poured 6 bottles of champagne off the bow to seal the pact.
Did I forget to mention my grandfather drinks, a lot. Well after the boat got its douse of liquor we had ours. There were 7 people and really only four drinkers (Drey, Rob, Grandpa and myself) we downed three bottles a champagne in a heart beat joined of course with sushi, onigiri, japanese cookies, cream puffs and other assorted foods. Drey then made Moscow mules, much vodka, then grampa made mai tai's much rum all joined by fantastic conversation between Drey, Rob, Kina, Grampa and myself. We all then took wonderful leisurely naps on the boat and when it was time we cleaned up and left.
Drey, Rob and I came home, swam and watched a B-scifi flick.
All I have to say at this point, the weekend was great, this weekend fantastic and I have feeling as Drey rejoins forces with his old Navy buddies and we continue to hang out with our coworkers there will be many more fun times to be had.
So while I am still half sober I thought I would share a little window into my fun world.