6:00 am: wake up to roommate MaryLou BLASTING NPR
7:oo am: wander out of bed
7:50 am: thinking it probably won't rain, decide to wear my Favorite Black Cashmere Hat
8:00 am: drive Josie to doggy day care (i.e. Geran's house to play with Arlo)
8:36 am: pick up a friend I spot wandering down 15th Ave. on her way to work
8:45 am: breakfast at Snow City [fn1]
9:30 am: work on Voting Rights Act case
10:00 am: raining
10:02 am: Jose Gonzalez' cover of Teardrop
10:06 am: Voila by Michael Tolcher
12:15 pm: 35 degrees. rain. ice.
12:16 pm: drive to storage unit, unload car
12:23 pm: cold. wet. Faovrite Black Cashmere Hat not keeping head dry
1:30 pm: sun!
1:45 pm: AK Supreme Ct issues opinion in one of our cases
1:46 pm: begin reading 52-page opinion
1:46:10 pm: we won!
2:07 pm: call T to semi-gloat about victory
2:14 pm: 40 degrees, sunny, feels like Spring
2:30 pm: load backyard furniture and firewood into car
3:20 pm: step in ten-inch-deep puddle (unintentionaly)
6:10 pm: MY3SNZ [fn2]
27 October 2007, Saturday
12:40 am: why am I still packing and lugging stuff around with a broken hand?
1:02 am: 34 degrees. icy. fog.
1:04 am: somehow manage to back my car down steep narrow driveway in between a van and a light pole without being able to see out the rear window
1:06 am: for the first time today, Kanye West's Stronger is not playing on the radio! [fn3]
1:07 am: Cecilia, you're breaking my heart, you're shaking my confidence daily...
1:34 am: start to think about upcoming surgery. nervous. scared.
1:35 am: decide to hold off on surgery-related nervousness until moving is finished
1:38 am: slam on brakes as moose darts in front of car
1:48 am: walk outside with hood over my head (i.e., no peripheral vision). hear rustling. stop. look to left. see a moose chomping on a tree less than three feet from me. walk away s-l-o-w-l-y
2:05 am: I fear inflatable mattress technology has forever changed the concept of crashing on someone's couch. Though right now I am happy to reap the benefits.
10:00 am: meet Hank, MaryLou, ten of our friends, and two U-Hauls at our house for The Big Move Out
1:00 pm: it's amazing how quickly moving goes with 13 people helping
1:30 pm: pizza party
3:30 pm: one more trip to the storage unit
6:00 pm: use Coinstar machine to cash in my jar of change: $76.85. Coinstar would not accept: 7 Rand, 1 Kwacha, 20 Pence, $1.24 Canadian, 1 bent US quarter, 1/2 a toothpick, 1 small red pill of indeterminate origin.
8:00 pm: hand hurts. exhausted. nap.
9:00 pm: Geran's home costume shop:
11:08 pm: Halloween party
11:40 pm: Ian Shenanigan Sheshunoff is dressed as Wonder Bread (The Bun in the Oven)
28 October 2007, Sunday
1:37 am: Overheard in Anchorage: "I snorted ecstasy once--it felt like my head was going to fall off."
2:16 am: some guy refuses to walk his date home because he is eating baklava. "I'll ride my bike and catch up with her." She was complaining about him earlier in the evening. This night is going to end badly for him.
3:08 am: front row seats as another relationship ends. very entertaining.
4:30 am: sleep
11:17 am: awake
6:15 pm: take last car load of stuff to storage unit. moving is complete.
this is my current home:6:45 pm: need coffee
6:50 pm: the dude ahead of me in line just ordered a 20 ounce sugar free raspberry skinny latte. the fall of our civilization is very near.
7:40 pm: The Darjeeling Limited
9:59 pm: eh. Wes Anderson doesn't break any new ground with this one. Of course, the music was great, and the film looked beautiful--Anderson's attention to detail is remarkable. Much like The Life Aquatic, he continues to perfect the "Wes Anderson Style," but I was disappointed. However, I really enjoyed the companion short film, Hotel Chevalier. And Natalie Portman is..., well, words escape me. "Hot" just doesn't cut it.
[fn1] I have recently been quite partial to the oatmeal at Snow City Cafe. It is light and fluffy, as far as oatmeal goes, and it comes with a mini-fixins' bar of granola, dried cranberries, raisins, and brown sugar. It is a generous portion of oatmeal, and if you add a lot of granola to it (as I like to do) the portion swells to nearly double its size, meaning you have breakfast for the next day as well (if you can stomach reheated oatmeal with mushy granola). Sometimes I will order "The Steiner", which is the aforementioned oatmeal served with a side of bacon. I giggle every time I order it because it is named after a friend of mine. A friend who (in addition to eating bacon and oatmeal so often that a restaurant named that pairing after him) I once witnessed order (and eat) bbq chicken at a strip club on St. Maarten. (I had some too--it was good chicken--and not just for strip club chicken.)
[fn2] I am beginning to recognize personalized license plates that I have seen before. This one was still just as lame as it was the first time I saw it. I need to get out of this town.
[fn3] I spent almost two hours in my car listening to the radio today. I heard that song at least 6 times. Though, I did listen to it and sing along each time...