The Daily Sabs

this weekend it was me, today it is randall, only poor fella has it worse. in fact he has totally different symptoms than i did (not to mention a fever that won't go away). something tells me that come friday it'll be me again. just in time for the weekend.

this was supposed to be a pic of me at the sugar hq holiday party, belting out the right stuff with annie, rachel and krista on backup. as you can clearly tell, it is not. i have misplaced the camera and can only hope that it's in the office somewhere (preferably on my desk) and not say, in the back of the taxi cab (where i'm sure it must be).

and instead of being in a jovial giddy mood where i tell you that although the karaoke machine did not have just a gigalo, i managed to belt out the banana boat song (that's right, the "DAY-OHHHHH" song) and cause shocked expressions of delight, panic, and awe on my co-workers faces, and how the party turned out to be a load of fun, i'm in a shitty mood and am telling you about how i'm slightly drunk (after all there was a lot of prosecco flowing tonight), more than a little bit angry at myself, and am now moping around the house. all of your are glad not to be randall right now.

also i just got off the phone with morm. we got into a dumb argument (go figure) and she hung up on me. only it wasn't in the usual way where she doesn't say goodbye and just hangs up (honestly, she does this, i am often just left holding the phone in awe), but in the way where she bitterly says, "fine, do what you want" and I semi-drunkenly say "wait, what i mean is..." only to realize that she hung up on me.

so in summary, camera = lost, sabs = upset mopey and drunk, picture = not as good as i intended - pretty crappy actually

ps. if you found my camera, please don't look at all the photos, there's like 25 outtakes from the daily sabs, and all of them are pretty terrible.

pps. single ladies, if he likes it then he should put a ring on it - brian make sure katie doesn't get one too soon.

ppps. sorry to anybody who actually enjoys proper grammar. usually this site is terrible, but that 2nd paragraph is nearly incomprehensible, and for that i apologize.

today was a rather long day. it didn't help that it followed a night of delicious soup and too many glasses of wine. especially considering the fact that several glasses were from a rather large $1 bottle my mom gave me. (yes, my mom gave me a giant $1 bottle of wine. she bought an entire case at the dollar store and wanted to know if it was "okay to give away to other people." for the record I'd have to say "um, only if you're positive they're going to regift it anyways.")

this afternoon I sent randall a link to this video of a mini-horse running around like lightning. he was shocked as he apparently showed it to me last night, and I insisted it was a dog. I have no memory of this. way to go $1 wine.

I woke up this morning feeling pretty excited. We spent the evening ringing in the good news at Kete’s house, and then honked our horns as we drove through the city. It was great until we got to the Castro — while I’m sure folks were celebrating, there was still a tension in the air because of Prop 8 (sidenote: California, I'm disappointed in you). In fact there were helicopters hovering over our neighborhood until well after midnight. Maybe longer, but I passed out before then.

When the radio alarm went off this morning, it was in the middle of Obama’s speech, and while it was just as moving today as it was yesterday, I couldn’t help but say out loud, “Don’t fuck it up.” Don’t get me wrong. I am hopeful, I am optimistic, I am thrilled. I am just also a realist. So please don’t F it up, we’re counting on you.

Although I should add, it sort of feels like something’s right already. Perhaps it was just the folks on my Bart train, but there was definitely happiness in the air. I had people make eye contact and smile at me, and someone even offered to share their hanging-on-for-dear-life pole. It was sort of spectacular, and melted my cynical heart just a wee bit.