Moose Heads

so yeah, it was a full weekend of a variety i feel i will need to get used to now that i live in wedding land. we managed to relax some friday night then i snuck off to celebrate stacey's birthday and see some folks i hadn't seen in a while. at stacey's house, i got introduced as "just engaged" which quickly resulted in a non-stop rant about places i needed to get married and things i needed to do and and and and.

excuse me, i need to get a drink.

i would like to go "woot woot" for the hosts for deciding NOT to invite their friend with whom there's been minor romantic drama. i mean, people give a lot of lip service to acting adult and being big and all that, but really. fuck that. everybody doesn't need to get invited to every party and sometimes admitting you have emotions is better for you. why should everyone sit around and feel slightly awkward? maybe not inviting people IS acting more adult?

on saturday, i realized just how seriously i was taking this whole "red sox in the world series" thing because i actually went, in the rain, to fisherman's wharf to buy a fitted sox cap.

this is the FIRST time i have ever been to fisherman's wharf and i have lived here since '96.

been there, done that.

the whole wedding site hoe-down. first off, thank god madhavi is all pit-bull on that stuff. she's scoured ten-mongtrillion websites and made a spreadsheet and made appointments and i've said, "yes. yes. yes. no. ick. yes." (i've discovered that makes me an "extremely involved groom.")

so, we drove down to menlo-alto or los parkita or wherever in penninsula land to see The Mountain Winery. sure was pretty up there. but... the indoor space was like, feh. and they wanted to charge us $100 a plate for dinner and then an extra SIX DOLLARS a person for silverware.

dude. weak. can you imagine if you went out for a hundred dollar dinner and they were like, "oh, and another six to use our spoons."

next we saw The Mountain Terrace which was up on skyline. we sure did like it, yep. sure did. the woman who showed us around, lisa, was all down to earth. she practically wet herself when i asked questions ("do you have heat lamps?") which is how i know i'm an extremely involved groom. because she told me. the place has a lov-er-ly back lawn with redwoods and a nice deck and cozy bar and nice restaurant space with fireplaces where we could hora ourselves sick.

they do not, however, have any saturday nights in september available. so we put our name down to "hold" a saturday in late october. this won't really work, i think. it's just getting too cold and possibly wet in october for an evening wedding outside. although maybe...

and then we also considered a sunday wedding in september. if you were invited to a wedding on a sunday night would you still go and rock the house and drink almost too much and go home late? or would you keep it in check and keep looking at your watch because you have to get up early on monday?

maybe it doesn't matter because this weekend we already have appointments to see FIVE more places up north but not the place with all the moose heads on the wall.

toot toot! all aboard the wedding train! next stop, a double-whiskey!

then the sox won again and i did a lot of dishes.