e_juliana: (carson naked)
Sorry, couldn't resist.

So, yeah. The weekend. I did have some apprehension surrounding it, for what I think were good reasons, but none of my fears were realized. It was the best possible visit and weekend that I could have hoped for.

Friday - I was picked up at MSP by [livejournal.com profile] briandmage, who took me to lunch at the Chatterbox, which is a very SF-feeling place. After lunch, I toured B's new (salmon-colored) home and then we went over to [livejournal.com profile] redwright's house. Much hugging and chatting and me ooh-ing over the home improvements ensued. S took me to the uptown Leaning Tower, where I met up with Marcy & Adam and their two daughters, Lisa & Spencer and their son, and Sean & Jen. I didn't recognize the Tower! They totally remodeled! Sigh. After dinner, I hauled ass down to Intermedia Arts to see [livejournal.com profile] scoundrel01 in Great Moments Of Kung Fu Theater History. Hi-larious. I especially liked the Kung-Fu Ionesco bit.

Post-show, Mike and I went back to his place so I could frass with his roommate (Bean) a bit while Mike warshed up and changed, and then we went over to [livejournal.com profile] dorajar's for a small gathering o'peeps. Mo, Mikey, Brian, Sally, Fred, Alisa, Dustin, Bob, Matt, and Dave were all there, and it was good. It was very good. I introduced everyone to Fernet (or, as they call it now, Ferret) and Corb Lund (mighty neighborly, mighty neighborly), we saw the "Rehab" video (no, no, no), there was much chatting and one-on-one time, and we were all very happy. Also, we had cowboy hats! It was a good time. Sally and I wandered home and hopped in the hot tub, and then beddy-bye.

Saturday, Sal and I went party-shopping and dress-shopping, because I LEFT MY DRESS IN SF. Augh! So we had to scour Dayton's/Marshall Field's/Macy's for a dress that would appropriately show off my tat and still not make me look preggers. We finally found a cute black-and-white polka-dotted halter dress that is vaguely rockabilly (and not at all stripper-like!). We finished up the shopping at Beyerly's, and then home, where I napped and they cleaned. Bad guest, no biscuit.

That night, I went with Sal to her show - I ended up having to park the car as she ran in to the theater, because downtown was insane. We found out later that Prairie Home Companion was at the State that night, with Wilco performing. I had to remember where my cheap super-secret parking spot was, but I got to see the show! It's amazing - Autistic License. Just wonderful. And then Sally and I sped back to the party - which was already in progress. That was the second time I've "returned to the fold" at a Sally party, the first one being after my accident. Both times, I was nervous as hell pre-party, wondering how it was going to be.

Oh, the party was wonderful. It was great to see so many people, and to have so many people see me happy and healthy, as opposed to the hollow shell I was when I left. I did my usual Sally-party thing of hanging out in the kitchen, right in front of the sink. At least that way people have to pass by me and say hello, right? PLUS, The Baron Von Raschke himself showed up to my party! How awesome is that? (Fred is in a show at the History Theater about MN wrestling, and it stars The Baron.) We partied far into the night, with a post-party hot tub. Yay. So much love contained in that night. So much.

Sunday, we staggered around, Fred made bacon and Grand Marnier French toast, Sal and I went to Target, and we all made calls to our respective mommas. Mo & Mikey came over to hot tub, and then we all went to karaoke at The 1029 Bar. The 1029? Large with the WTF and the amusement. It's a Nordeast bar, so it feels like a small-town dive bar. It's also a cop bar, and we were pretty much the only people doing karaoke that night. This made for some interesting expressions on the faces of the regular patrons. I heard one woman call her friend and said, "There's a bunch of theater people doing karaoke at The 1029. You gotta come down here and see this." Highlights of the night included Mo doing an interpretive dance to Carolyn's "Total Eclipse Of The Heart", Mike (and Terry and Fred) dancing to Sally singing "Everything's Comin' Up Roses", Mo and Sal and me singing "Rehab", Terry, Carolyn, Fred, and Mike singing "Bohemian Rhapsody", Carson singing some Motorhead song and "Apeman", Sal singing "I'll Fly Away"... Much hilarity. Oh, and Carl stopped by! Awesome. It was great to see him.

Monday, I just packed up and waited for Mikey to pick me up for lunch at Wasabi, where we were joined by Mo, Brian, Debbie, Sally, and Heather (my college roomie). After lunch, I said my good-byes to most everyone and went with Heather to see her husband John and their new house in north St. Paul. Then, I flew home. And left my cowboy hat on the plane, which upsets me all out of proportion. I choose to blame the toddler that was in the row with me - he was small enough to sit on his parents' laps, and he would. not. shut. up. the. entire. damn. flight. I'm pro-kids, but that was a little trying. To his parents' credit, they were doing their best to keep a very active toddler occupied and quiet - he just wasn't cooperating. I think they even gave him toddler Benadryl at one point, which didn't seem to have an effect. So. I miss that hat - it had a lot of great memories attached to it.

It was a wonderful and odd weekend. Minneapolis is at once familiar and strange - I know where most everything is, but it repeatedly struck me how flat/green/spread-out it is. It felt a little isolating, actually - everyone in their own houses, doing their own thing. I think I would have to still be in theater if I had stayed - otherwise I'd be too apart from everything. Given how much healthier I am out of theater, that's a little scary. I miss everyone so much, it physically hurts. But it felt so nice to be back in SF, to see the Bay, to be among a lot of people. I spent the weekend listening to people talk about their houses and theater, and I have no personal stake in either. My path has seriously diverged from the life my friends lead, from the life I was leading. I still mourn what I had, while being happy in this new life. I enjoyed all the love from this weekend, and it was brought home to me that I probably cannot return permanently. When I left Alaska, it was gladly. I knew all along I didn't belong there. When I left Minneapolis, it was because I had to. I never quite fit in, but I managed to carve out a niche for myself. I miss my friends and that community so very much.

However, living here has been incredibly good for me. It was remarked a few times how much more relaxed I am now, how much more able I am to roll with things. I don't worry about my place here, I don't worry about being wrong, I'm not in fear of saying the wrong thing. (Well, I do, because I'm me, but you get the drift.) Part of that is not being in an unhealthy relationship any more, and I do think part of it is how accepting California is. And, part of it is due to the relationship with Martin. He's taught me a lot - or, at least, listened to me and offered comments as I've worked through things.

I need a French phrase or German word for feeling happy and melancholy at the same time. Happiness at the present situation, but keenly missing the past. Something. That's where I am, at any rate.

Almost no pictures were taken last weekend, so here is a fuzzy one from Edwin's cellphone:

Ari, Carolyn, and Juliana, 5-11-07 Ari, Carolyn, and Juliana, 5-11-07
Carolyn and I are (drunkenly) trying to look like Bond girls. Ari is, of course, Bond. Ari Bond.


May. 14th, 2007 11:39 pm
e_juliana: (raven circle)
and yet not.

I am home from a wonderful weekend in Minneapolis. I saw good and dear friends that I haven't seen in a year and a half, I laid some ghosts to rest, and I hugged and laughed and loved.

Now I'm in that liminal stage of home-and-yet-quite-not, the feeling I suffer every time I return from travel. This time, that feeling of dislocation is much stronger - I know there's a good portion of my heart still in MSP.

I'm still processing a lot of what happened and what was felt this weekend. I hope to talk about it soon. I will leave you with this - it was the best time I could ever have hoped for.
e_juliana: (alaskan poppies)
I have now put ~1500 miles on [livejournal.com profile] truejavachik's loverly Forester. Bless her for lending it to me. Still need to find a detailing place to clean it up before I return it tomorrow.

I was planning to stay through tonight, but the desert did what I needed it to do, and I needed to get the hell back to the Pacific. I actually wanted to stay in Santa Cruz tonight (wish me vampires!), but the rain made it too yucky to do anything and the boardwalk was closed, so I decided to just drive the extra 90+ miles home. Good thing I have people to find me parking.

What to say about JT? I actually made a lot of notes, but I'm too tired to translate them now. In summary:

JT Nat. Park very pretty.

JT township kind of depressing, in the "I grew up in a town much like this" way.

JT Nat. Park? Still pretty.

Tourists? Still annoying.

Did a lot of reading and crying and thinking.

Went on a trail ride out into the desert. The vasty expanse reminded me a lot of home, while the saddle reminded me I don't have a lot of padding on my backside.

Last night, I went to the only full bar in Joshua Tree. I ended up doing the Electric Slide on the bar with the bartender and waitress.

My cat is so very cranky with me.

I swear

Nov. 16th, 2006 03:53 pm
e_juliana: (gone country)
I think I will remember karaoke in Nashville until the day I die, especially the entire bar bellowing along to "You Never Even Called Me By My Name" and the mildly baffled looks on the faces off [livejournal.com profile] alterjess and [livejournal.com profile] wildgreentide.

So. Much. Fun.

Still can't believe the bar ran out of Jack, though. I thought that was piped into every home in Nashville!


Sep. 20th, 2006 10:14 am
e_juliana: (carson naked)
Random squee-ables:

  • [livejournal.com profile] aimeejmc will be here on Friday! And there will be rampaging and dinner and wandering and the Komen Race For The Cure! Yay!

  • First weekend of October, I will be in Nashville with [livejournal.com profile] smonsterbite, [livejournal.com profile] luluminion, [livejournal.com profile] wildgreentide, and [livejournal.com profile] alterjess! Huzzah!

  • I may crosses fingers have a bartending gig. More as things develop. Bounce!

  • I have a gift cert. for a mani/pedi and another one for a massage. Yum!

  • I will be seeing Lucero in October and I just got their new CD & buttons in the mail. SQUEE!

  • I'll be seeing Joan Jett in November and The Dixie Chicks at some point with [livejournal.com profile] la_perkins! Music-licious!

  • I've been working out often & consistently for over a month and I'm seeing very good results. Healthy!

  • I have a very good man in my life, and I'll get to introduce him to more friends this weekend. Awwwwwww.

So, what's good in your life?
e_juliana: (yee haw)
Vegas was a blast, as always. Expensive, as always. We stayed at THEHotel at Mandalay Bay - penthouse, baybee! I never wanted to leave that place. SO NICE.

I think [livejournal.com profile] la_perkins and [livejournal.com profile] helvirago had a good time. We ate well. The only annoying bit (other than half of the tourists in Vegas) was the flying. I almost sprained myself with the eyerolling over the new restrictions. Gah.

Was very happy to finally get home. That's the thing about Las Vegas - I'm always very happy to go there, and very happy to come back. Martin was in a happy!drunk place by the time I got home, so he came over and was very bubbly and cheerful as my hungover self unpacked.

Want to go back. In a few months. Need to let my liver recover (except I'm going to Nashvegas in a few weeks. OY).

ION, I'm working 3 nights in the restaurant this week. On the one hand - good to make up the money I spent in Vegas. On the other - I need to clean and work out! When am I going to do that???
e_juliana: (impulse)
Day One - Arrive in town, be greeted by loving relatives. Repair to a riverside cantina where we can observe the mating habits of homo northernus redneckus and nosh on authentically native deep-fried fish and chips. Go home, realize my room is one of the brightest in the house due to strategically placed skylights that have no shades in them. Also realize that it is bloody hot and there is no fan in the house. Fall asleep anyway.

Day Two - Arise early, still on home time. Attempt a run with mother and dog, and only achieve half of the intended distance, due to ungodly heat and jet-lag. Visit with grandparents and be shown things that I will apprarently inherit when grandmother shuffles off this mortal coil. Wince. Shower, cool off, and go shopping for food with which to cook the evening's meal. Feel like the stupidest of tourists when shocked by prices for watermelon. Oy. After meal, which includes grandparents and stepfather's close-to-senile mother, go to karaoke with mother. See a dear friend or three, sing "I Touch Myself" on a dare from the KJ (who is a friend of myself and my mother), drink champagne cocktails, realize exactly how far out of place I am.

Day Three - Wake early, decide to roll right back over and go to sleep again, at least until hangover wears off. Go to lunch with mother and grandmother and some friends of my mother who happen to care for me as well. Terrible service, terrible food, good company. After lunch, go to Fred Meyer's for a fan for my bedroom, as it is still ungodly hot, and promptly lose grandmother in the aisles. Find grandmother, purchase fan, go home, take a nap. A long one. Wake up, go to dinner with mother, stepfather, and stepfather's mother, and then join grandparents at movie theater to see Around The World In 80 Days. Wince through the movie, go home, have ice cream, go to sleep in newly darkened room with new fan cooling it off. A bit.

Day Four - Wake early. Again. Get up and go for a 4-mile run with mother and dog. No shade, no water, just heat and dust and sun. Die. Complain about dying and about global warming, which is causing it to be 90 bloody degrees in the bloody middle of bloody Alaska, just 100 bloody miles below the bleedin' Arctic Circle. Stick tongue out at mother as she laughs and soaks up the heat. Stagger home, shower, go shopping, come sit in uncooled loft of piano store and type up update.

Tonight - see performance of kid's musical theater camp. Mother wrote the script. It's very cheesy.

Tomorrow - drive 2 hours to go whitewater rafting and eat pizza.

Monday - Home, sweet home. Civilization.
e_juliana: (Default)
And sweating my butt off. Yikes. It's about 80 here, and nothing has A/C.

The trip was fine. Well, except for the two children under two in the row in front of me. And in the row behind me. And in the row across from me. That was not fun, especially at the three-hour mark, when all of then decided to throw tantrums.

I love the direct flights, though. Saves me from having to relive that experience multiple times. Although there was the sprint from one end of the Anchorage terminal to the other, because our plane came in late. Oy.

The approach into Anchorage took us over Valdez and Cook Inlet. Every time, I'm struck by the land's appearance, and how insignificant words are when describing it. Picture rows upon rows upon rows of snow-covered mountains, stretching to the horizon. The snow only fading into brown and then green as it approaches Cook Inlet. The wrinkled, gnarled land, just there. So much of it, and humans barely noticeable. Just amazing.

Anchorage to Fairbanks, our path was too far out to see Denali properly. Bummer. I'll see if I can see it from my favorite ridge tomorrow.

Barndad has a digital camera, so I shall see about getting pictures and posting them.
e_juliana: (just happy)

First of all, thank you to everyone who suggested foods for our Oscar party competition. We ended up doing pigs in a blanket with bay leaves, Vietnamese spring rolls, and sushi, all in a platter above bunches of dry ice. It was a lot of fun, and we won! Go Team Us! Of course, dodoheads that we are, we forgot to take a picture of said winning entry, but believe me when I say it looked fantastic. Also, the pigs in a blanket were GONE before the show even started. The one time I listen to the little voice that whispers "You're making too much food" (and Zach telling me that I'm making too much food), and the voice was wrong like a wrong thing. Oh, well.

Friday - went up to St. Cloud to run "Daisy". Came back, and Z & I went to a small house party. We did not stay long, as most of the attendees were younger than us and had decided to make it a party in the style of college parties. And by that, I do not mean toga, I mean pathetic attempts at porn. It was a "Cock Tail Party". Yeah. Not in the mood, and since I was asleep within 15 minutes of getting home, I clearly needed the rest. Zach just needed to get out of there.

Saturday - Got my next tattoo - Courage. He also redid my Chaos tat, as it hadn't healed very well. Ooof. I was not physically prepared to get two tattoos done, and it happened to be the first day of period, so I was very pain-sensitive. Also? It has been discovered that I am allergic to the tape they use to keep the bandage on. That was not fun at ALL.

But it's gorgeous and I love it and it will heal. Until then, ibuprofen is my friend.

Saturday night, I went up to St. Cloud again, gratefully sped out after our final performance, and went to a party over at Sally's ([livejournal.com profile] redwright). It was fun, there was a lot of fantastic food, and some very nice people. Zach and I left early for us, which has become a trend. This "getting older thing"? For the birds.

Sunday - Z & I slept & lolled about until it was time to assemble the food & go to the Oscar party. Where we won for food. As I mentioned. :) The Oscars? Meh. Wanted to lick Mr. Depp, adored the hobbits, loved Jennifer Garner's dress. S'about it.

Well, there was discussion of marriage and how we'd like to observe it and who we would include, etc. Which was nice.

I started to do the "what were you doing a year ago" meme, but quickly decided that I did not need to go back there. I think I'll skip the "year ago" meme for most of 2004. Maybe I'll pick it back up in October.

E_juliana and Bigpenguin
  • Doing their best to adopt no rockin' children.
  • Hope to share their hearts for the foreseeable future.
  • Believe in attraction at first sight.
Orchestrated by ianiceboy
e_juliana: (stare)
I need a nap.

I did get up at 5:15 to go for a run. Go Team Me. It was a toss-up between another 45 minutes of sleep or the stress and pain relief that comes out of running. I'm still not sure I made the right choice, but at least I worked out today. And at least the huge pain in my chest has receded (I tend to knot up right around the sternum when I don't exercise for a while. First time it happened, I thought I was having a heart attack at the ripe old age of 20).

I'm about to leave the Cities to go to up to St. Cloud for Driving Miss Daisy tech. Joy. 1.5 hours up, 7 hours of tech, 1.5 hours home. Lather, rinse, repeat. At least they'll put me up Friday and Saturday nights. They're putting Zach up through Sunday, but I have this lovely job to come back to tomorrow.

I had forgotten how tired and needy I get during tech week. Unfun. I hope Zach can live with it. I wonder if he remembers. Forewarned, forearmed, and all that.

On the positive side, I purchased boots yesterday. On the negative side, it took me wearing them around the office to discover that they are actually too narrow for my feet. So, I shall exchange them on Friday for some boots that will not make my toeses go "OW!"

Moses supposes
His toeses are roses
But Moses supposes

Also, had rehearsal for the She Stoops To Conquer cutting that two of my friends will be performing for a fundraiser on Friday. I do like that show, and they interpret the language very well. Quite fun. I wish I could see it, but I'll be up in St. Cloud.

I'm trying to stay calm and send out peaceful and loving vibes to the world, but it normally turns into me wanting to crawl into a dark cave and collapse the entrance behind me. So, love, strength, and hugs to all who need it, and I'll catch you on the flip side.
e_juliana: (stare)
was chock-full of events. Many. Yes.

Friday, I had a stressful day at work and was looking forward to driving up to St. Cloud to party down with the 12 Angry Men cast and the hosting theater. I went home, took a run, stretched out, packed, hopped in the car, and started going down to Z's place to check on the cats prior to hitting the highway. About 7 blocks down, while I was on a bridge, smoke started pouring out of the vents. I pulled over as soon as I could, grabbed my suitcase and CD's, and hustled to the sidewalk. Kneeling down, I saw that the transmission casing was bright orange, and I promptly called 911 and asked for a fire engine. I have never felt more obvious in my life than when I was sitting on my suitcase in the middle of the sidewalk, watching the fire engine come down the street with sirens going and light ablaze. The guys checked out the car, and hosed down the transmission and the catalytic converter. It was determined that the catalytic converter was clogged and therefore overheating. So, I had to push (with the help of the firemen) my car to an appropriate spot, call Zach and ask him to make the 90-mile drive down to come get me, and then walk to Z's apartment. Sigh.

I don't know what's going to happen to that car. I should probably just sell it.....

So, Zach came and got me, we trucked up to St. Cloud, checked into the hotel, walked over to the theater, and joined the party. It was, as always, a very interesting time. I think perhaps Z & I have learned our lesson about these parties (namely, that they go on too long and we get too drunk), because we cut out of there early(ish) and wandered back to the hotel.

One thing hit me at the party - I was talking to a dear friend who just lost his dad to a heart attack. He was talking about his family and his mom and reminding her to eat and all of that and I realized - that's how I know we're becoming adults. We're starting to bury our parents. What a sucky way to grow up, methinks. (Also, what a morbid way for me to think about such things, I know.)

Saturday - woke up, took advantage of the hot tub and sauna in the hotel, and went to breakfast with half of the cast at a little run-down diner on the edge of St. Cloud - the kind that gives you two honkin' huge plates worth of food for $5 and fries the hashbrowns on the griddle with scads of butter. That kind. After breakfast, we came back down to the Cities and... well, didn't do much of anything. We rented the new Jackie Chan movie Medallion. Sooo bad, but it's Jackie Chan, so it's fun.

Sunday - ate out, Z copied sides for the American Buffalo audition, I purchased pointypointy boots at Target, took Z to the auditions, ran, went and watched some of the auditions, watched the Packers lose (sob), visited friends and went to the Market for the karaoke. Karaoke was interesting and mostly fun. I'm hella tired this morning, though....


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