From Mexico

From Mexico

From Mexico

More Mexico ridiculousness on picasaweb. Me? Unprofessional around coworkers? Never...

Speaking of unprofessional work behavior, the holiday party pics are up on picasa, too.

2007 flew by. It was a big year for me, a lot has changed and I've come a long way from where I was 12 months ago. It's strange to think of how different I was in January, since at the same time it doesn't feel like a full 12 months have passed. I think I've gained a lot more understanding of myself and what I need, and I'm fortunate to be in a place where I have awesome people around me and a lot of things to look forward to, career-wise and socially.

December was filled with ups and downs, and the start of '08 was pretty rough. Things are getting ironed out, though, and situations are looking up. This whole "open/honest" concept can make things really intense, but in the end I think it's better then the alternative of silently assuming you know what's going on.

Billy and I ventured out for some car-shopping yesterday, only to be met with condescension and prejudice. I'm guessing this is due to the assumption that since we're young, we're not serious about buying the car. Isn't LA filled with little rich girls who's daddies will buy them whatever their heart desires? Telling me I can't test drive a car until I sit down inside and discuss the price with you is pretty insulting, Mr. Obnoxious Asshole Car Salesman.

Back to the bay

The weekend was over before I could blink. Flew in Friday evening, dropped some stuff off at my mom's place, and hopped on the train to SF.

D's birthday party was ridiculous. Good music, good drinks, and good company; what more could you want? My decision making definitely left something to be desired, but what's life without risk? Thumbs up to catching a ride on the back of a motorcycle to the afterparty (thanks, Kip!), but thumbs down to the sketchy guy who tried to lure me into a bathroom when the party was winding down. I was thoroughly impressed by D's biking skills- I was convinced there was a 100% chance we were going to bite it when he insisted on riding double on his mountain bike down hilly SF streets to get back to his apartment at the end of the night. He got us there safe and sound, though, dodging the sleeping homeless guys with astonishing ease. Impressive, especially considering the time of night (or morning, depending on how you count it) and our lack of sobriety.

Unsurprisingly, we didn't get to the bluegrass festival the next day until late afternoon. The musicians were incredible, and the weather was unbeatable. Things were going great until I attempted to head to Berkeley for dinner. Let me tell you, navigating public transit on a packed bus when semi-drunk and unsure of where you're going is not a good time. In the end it all worked out, even though I was an hour and a half late and inconvenienced the entire dinner group by having them pick me up at a farther away BART station so I wouldn't have to transfer trains. It was great to see Mo, Katie, and Justin, even if it was only for a little while.

I hauled myself out of bed early Sunday to get dim sum with my grandma in the Sunset District. It was good to see her, even if she was overly concerned about my lack of a boyfriend. "When I was your age, I already have *three* daughter..." Thanks, Grandma.

Hit up the bluegrass festival again on Sunday, and before I knew it it was time to catch the last train back to my mom's place. D insisted on driving me home, though, so we shared a leisurely dinner in SF before heading south. I felt pretty guilty about having him drive all the way to Palo Alto just to drive back to SF, but I enjoyed spending more time with him before I had to hop back down to LA.

Gotta keep the good times rolling and post a strong finish to the Best Year Ever: Next up is Decompression, followed by San Diego for a weekend and then it's my first LA Halloween. Down time? Who needs that...

Lightning in a Bottle

The festival was unreal. It was great to see Melanie, and the atmosphere at the site was extra cool and really positive. I ran into Brad, which was a nice surprise, and also ended up talking with this guy who I later realized out was the realtor I met on New Year's in SF who claimed you could see aliens from his street. Our campsite was right infront of the workshop stage, which was an endless source of entertainment since we could watch all the classes ranging from yoga to belly dancing to monkey chanting. I had a great time, and now I'm motivated to seek out similar events and concerts to go to.

More photos are on picasaweb!

New Year's Eve (posted only 1 week late)

Matt, Justin and I went to Sea of Dreams (www.seaofdreamsnye.com) up in San Francisco. The theme was "7 heavens", and we decided to fully participate and dress up. Luckily, I found something appropriate in the collection of my outrageous figure skating costumes.



Me and my (infamous) sister.






Haha. Bambi eyes.

I made lots of friends! This guy had a fuzzy cape, and a magic stick.

I spent most of the night dancing around and petting all the fuzzy costumes.

Highly memorable. I definitely want to go again next year!