"A Bee Story": Coming soon to TLC

The Thursday night before I moved back, Chris and I decided to go swing dancing one last time. It was a blast and afterward we headed out to Hollywood to have a late night snack at Fred62s, an old college haunt of Chris' that he had been raving about, but we never seemed to get around to. We enjoyed the famed Mac Daddy and Cheese balls, which caused our waitress to spawn the quote, "Did y'alls balls come and go?" All in all, a good night.

About 1AM, we headed back to Pasadena. The car windows were not down at any point during the evening's excursions, but right as we pull up in front of my apartment, I ran my hand through my hair and pulled out a live bee. At first, I didn't think much of it. It was late, it was dark, and, more importantly, where would a bee have come from? Aparantly, it had hitched a ride in my hair from, I can only assume, Hollywood. As I ran my hand through my hair, I did notice that I had pulled something out, but I thought it was a twig. Only after it started moving and buzzing did I realize that it was fuzzy. "BEEEEE!" I screeched, my first instinct was to throw said bee toward Chris, the man operating the car. Not the smartest idea. He immediately jumped about three feet off his seat (which I hadn't thought was even possible) and put his hands (formerly safely placed on the steering wheel) in front of his face to protect himself from the bee. Thankfully, we were in front of my place and about to park anyway. He quickly parked the car and we both jumped out to shake off our clothes.

"What was that?" he asked, looking at me as though I had just thrown a live grenade into his lap.

"There was a bee in my hair," I tried to explain.

"And your first instinct was to throw it at me? Thanks a lot."

We searched the car, but to no avail. I began to doubt my sanity. "I swear, there was a bee. I felt it."

"Uh huh, sure."

I decided to let it go, and we went inside to get ready for bed. Chris sat down on my bed and turned on the TV. When he stood up a moment later, he left a half-alive and very bewildered looking bee in his wake, walking in circles on my comforter.

"Bee! See? It's the bee! I told you!" I felt somewhat vindicated. I must say, the poor thing made it through a lot (my hair, Chris' pants) to perish, unceremoniously, in a tissue. Fate certainly is a cruel mistress.

Sure, it doesn't involved frying pans, but it does involve moving vehicles, so I think this story definitely qualifies as an official "bee story!"

And you were there, and you, and you...

So, I must have dreamed about updating this last night because I woke up this morning to check and was very confused why I didn't see a new post. But, or the life of me, I can't remember what the post was supposed to be about. Weird.

I found out yesterday that I got into my online Child Psychology class, which seems to be pretty intensive, so I will be online A LOT and I am sure many posts will result. Procrastinating, you know. Ah, I am finally starting to feel like I am really back in school.

~J

Here comes the bride...

It seems as though with the end of May/beginning of June comes the onslaught of wedding season. Many of my friends have entered that phase where they are pairing off and getting married and although Becca might disagree with me, I would rather be in this stage than the stage where all my friends are having children or, say, dying. So far, 2007 hasn't been much different than 2004 (4 weddings) or 2005 (one... maybe two), although I managed to avoid weddings in 2006 (that I can think of...). Memorial Day weekend kicked off what will no doubt be quite the season. My friend Tim, whom I have known since I was in eighth grade, had a beautiful commitment ceremony with his partner, Eric, in Carlsbad. Since Tim was close to my nieces and sister-in-law, Shanna, so, along with Chris, we packed up for the weekend and made the trek to south. On Memorial Day weekend. It took almost three hours to get there from LA. Seriously.

Anyway, once we got there and checked into our hotel rooms, it went pretty smoothly. The ceremony was beautiful (very short), and the reception had a well-stocked cash bar. The food, the music, everything was wonderful. The only bad thing was I danced barefoot too much and I got terrible blisters. Otherwise, it was a fabulous start to wedding season.

This past Saturday was the second wedding that Chris and I attended. After our great experience at Tim's wedding, I was stoked. Another free meal and great party, I thought. I had forgotten that not all weddings, particularly the receptions, could be as good as Tim's. The ceremony was lovely and the reception, for the most part, was all right. The food was fine, the reception hall was very beautiful, and the company was great. Then, the MC took the stage. Every word out of his mouth was an homage to this guy. As the bridal party entered the hall, he played the Rocky theme and as the couple cut the cake, he played the Mission Impossible theme song. But, not before egging the groom to smoosh cake in the bride's face and then mocking him when he took the high road. As if this wasn't bad enough, and I really thought it couldn't get any worse, he made the entire crowd gather around the bride and groom in a circle and put our arms around each other as he sang along to Green Day's "Good Riddance." Mercifully, the night ended shortly after that.

The next wedding on the horizon is Paul and Christina's. It should be a fun occasion, being a Burzlaff affair and all. Tonight, Christina asked me to be one of her bridesmaids, an offer I of course accepted. It is such an honor to be asked, but if the MC starts to sing along to "Sexy Back," I am outta there. Sorry Christina.

Home sweet home

I am not going to take the time to make a long post at the moment, but I wanted to let all my Bako friends that I AM OFFICIALLY BACK and ready to party!

I still have many things to update about including my weekend in San Diego, my last week in LA, and my move home. Since I have a little while before summer school (bleh) starts, I will have plenty of time to update.

Hope everyone is doing fan-freaking-tasically!
~J