Best six inches of my life.
No, not that, you pervert. We upgraded from a double to a queen-size mattress. A little extra shoulder room goes a long way.
Sarah left me at home today, which is just as well. A combination of hormones and fritzy phone service reduced me to a snarling recluse yesterday, and this morning didn't start off any better. A handful of Advil and a call to a phone repair guy later, I'm feeling more human. The wiring between the phone company box and the line into the house was corroded, leaving us unable to get online for more than a minute or two yesterday and making all voice calls very crackly. My new best friend, Anthony, fixed it in about 20 minutes with a length of new wire.
And now that I'm back online, I can announce that we'll be joined in semi-holy institutionalization on Friday, Aug. 13 at the Oakland Zoo. They've got a great banquet facility overlooking the whole bay, and I put down the deposit this morning. All that's left is... everything else.
New Year's Eve was spent at Dita and Gary's at a cocktail party/contest. Something called a Blue Elvis won -- a frothy concoction of curacao, gin, pineapple, and coconut milk. Few people warmed up to Sarah's Old Fashioned, but I did discover a fondness for a Rusty Nail. We slept it off and came home early in pouring rain. It's a bit damp around here.
Friday, January 02, 2004
Wednesday, December 31, 2003
Fuck you, AT&T. Fuck you very much.
On Monday morning, our long distance carrier forgot we existed. No outgoing LD calls. I called, they claimed they would straighten things out within 24 hours. This morning (48 hours later), still no long distance. I called again.
"There's a block on the account because of the previous customer."
"What previous customer? I've had this number for 18 months, all with AT&T."
"Oh.. uh... let me put you on hold. ... It's on hold because it's a new account."
"Of course it's a new account -- I had to start one yesterday because you idiots forgot we existed. I got engaged Sunday night and I really need to be making some calls. Assholes."
"Uh... we'll have it fixed within 20 minutes."
They did, to their credit, but not without passing me around three separate customer service lines and being uniformly stupid. In the middle of it, call waiting beeped and I switched over, thinking it was Sarah. No, it was AT&T local service calling to ask me to use them. Fat fucking chance. I laid into them. And then, three hours later when AT&T local called again, for the third time in two days, I did it again.
So we'll be switching carriers on Friday. Any suggestions?
On Monday morning, our long distance carrier forgot we existed. No outgoing LD calls. I called, they claimed they would straighten things out within 24 hours. This morning (48 hours later), still no long distance. I called again.
"There's a block on the account because of the previous customer."
"What previous customer? I've had this number for 18 months, all with AT&T."
"Oh.. uh... let me put you on hold. ... It's on hold because it's a new account."
"Of course it's a new account -- I had to start one yesterday because you idiots forgot we existed. I got engaged Sunday night and I really need to be making some calls. Assholes."
"Uh... we'll have it fixed within 20 minutes."
They did, to their credit, but not without passing me around three separate customer service lines and being uniformly stupid. In the middle of it, call waiting beeped and I switched over, thinking it was Sarah. No, it was AT&T local service calling to ask me to use them. Fat fucking chance. I laid into them. And then, three hours later when AT&T local called again, for the third time in two days, I did it again.
So we'll be switching carriers on Friday. Any suggestions?
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
We're never going to survive this thing if the sleep deprivation keeps up. I was up from 1 to 4 this morning, making lists, writing captions to go under photos we'd want to display... Sure, we don't have a venue or a date or a ceremony, but by golly we'll have photos and captions.
The alarm didn't go off, so we lurched awake at 7:45, when we should have been on the road, and frantically did our morning routine. Made it to the office by 9 where I was greeted by ... hardly anyone at all. The place is totally empty. Had a meeting, made some calls, surfed. Out again til Monday.
The alarm didn't go off, so we lurched awake at 7:45, when we should have been on the road, and frantically did our morning routine. Made it to the office by 9 where I was greeted by ... hardly anyone at all. The place is totally empty. Had a meeting, made some calls, surfed. Out again til Monday.
Monday, December 29, 2003
Sometime within a few hours of our big announcement, AT&T forgot we had ever been its customer, so this morning when I had tidings of great joy to spread ... I couldn't.
We must be more excited/nervous/preoccupied than we know -- I was up from 1 to 3 a.m. browsing the web in search of locations, budgeting info, advice, etc. Sarah did the same from 3 to 6. We've been calling and IMing each other at random intervals with ideas for invitations, decor, etc.
Faithful blog readers, I apologize. You're gonna get really sick of hearing about this stuff.
Meanwhile, I steamed the carpet in the cat room and downstairs where the dogs have been known to let fly. The downstairs seems to be ok, but the cat carpet may be beyond repair.
Speaking of cats and dogs, it's been raining them all day, pummeling the entire east bay. To the north, untold throngs of travelers are snowbound on I-5 and every motel from Medford to Redding is surely packed. Happy not to be living there.
We must be more excited/nervous/preoccupied than we know -- I was up from 1 to 3 a.m. browsing the web in search of locations, budgeting info, advice, etc. Sarah did the same from 3 to 6. We've been calling and IMing each other at random intervals with ideas for invitations, decor, etc.
Faithful blog readers, I apologize. You're gonna get really sick of hearing about this stuff.
Meanwhile, I steamed the carpet in the cat room and downstairs where the dogs have been known to let fly. The downstairs seems to be ok, but the cat carpet may be beyond repair.
Speaking of cats and dogs, it's been raining them all day, pummeling the entire east bay. To the north, untold throngs of travelers are snowbound on I-5 and every motel from Medford to Redding is surely packed. Happy not to be living there.
So... we're getting hitched.
Yeah, it surprised me too.
However, as my ever-astute friend Rachel pointed out, Sarah's dad isn't going to be around forever, and if it's important for us to have him involved, sooner rather than later would be good. Not that she has any other agenda, having introduced us and been on our case for the past five years...
So I came home from lunch with Rachel today, and we figured out where the money would come from, and Sarah stopped organizing the pantry and I wiped the fish tank slime off my hands, and we sat down and negotiated. Yes, it was more negotiation than proposal. And we both had terror in our eyes periodically. And then we got out a calendar and discussed schedules and decided that August would be better than September because it was baseball season and out-of-town guests could join us for an A's game. So somewhere in the Aug. 13-14 timeframe. And then Sarah found some random keyring somewhere and slapped it onto my finger while I was Googling, and I whipped it off because it was freaky and weird and we're both afraid to be serious about it... but it still seems good and like the right thing to do.
This, of course, is on a Sunday night when it all seems eminently doable and not like every venue in the bay area is booked. That little slice of reality starts tomorrow.
Yeah, it surprised me too.
However, as my ever-astute friend Rachel pointed out, Sarah's dad isn't going to be around forever, and if it's important for us to have him involved, sooner rather than later would be good. Not that she has any other agenda, having introduced us and been on our case for the past five years...
So I came home from lunch with Rachel today, and we figured out where the money would come from, and Sarah stopped organizing the pantry and I wiped the fish tank slime off my hands, and we sat down and negotiated. Yes, it was more negotiation than proposal. And we both had terror in our eyes periodically. And then we got out a calendar and discussed schedules and decided that August would be better than September because it was baseball season and out-of-town guests could join us for an A's game. So somewhere in the Aug. 13-14 timeframe. And then Sarah found some random keyring somewhere and slapped it onto my finger while I was Googling, and I whipped it off because it was freaky and weird and we're both afraid to be serious about it... but it still seems good and like the right thing to do.
This, of course, is on a Sunday night when it all seems eminently doable and not like every venue in the bay area is booked. That little slice of reality starts tomorrow.
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