Olive Another, please.

Randy and I (along with a gaggle of friends) went to see the latest Ryan Landry play this weekend. This one was a spoof on the classic camp-fest, Valley of the Dolls. It was cleverly called Valet of the Dolls (Nealy O’Hara ends up being the face of a parking garage chain). Having seen the movie before (multiple times) I enjoyed the play quite a bit.

But, as always seems to be the case, I think I enjoyed the performance of Olive Another the best. For starters, of all the local drag queens I know of, I find her name to be the most clever. I also appreciate that she has a gap between her two front teeth (like me).

But most of all, her voice and facial expressions never cease to entertain me in all of her performances. I can’t quite explain it, but it makes me think of Hyacinth Bucket, of the BBC series Keeping Up Appearances, with a hoarse voice. In Valet of the Dolls, she played the lasagna-obsessed sister of Tony flawlessly. In fact, her biggest “error” (if you want to call it that) actually garnered some of the biggest laughs in the show…after the show was over!

She was coming out to take her bow when she slipped on the stage and wiped out – falling flat on her ass on stage. Poor thing. but she got right up (laughing hysterically, along with her castmates and the audience) and kept going (and laughing).

Hopefully there wasn’t too big of a bruise the next morning.

Oh, and Randy and I FINALLY got all of the art up in our new townhouse. It looks like a real home now. The last of the drapes arrived by UPS this morning so once those are up (hopefully tonight) our place will be 100% ready. WOO HOO!

Caribbean Queen

AHHH – I must admit that I wasn’t to excited about our trip to Puerto Rico. I had been so focused on the move (and the expenses associated with the move) that I was reluctant to spend any money on a trip.

But since were found absurdly low airfares ($234 round trip) and used credit card points to cover all 4 nights of lodging, there seemed to be no excuse not to go.

And, boy, am I glad that we did. Randy and I were both exhausted after two very full weekends (one moving/unpacking, the next one painting). But we arrived in San Juan to beautiful sunny skies and temperatures in the 80’s.

Our first hotel was in the Condado Beach area. The Radisson Ambassador Hotel & Casino wasn’t watefront, but it was a block away. Our “Ambassador Level” room (which meant a top floor room with free breakfast and afternoon hors d’ouvres) was spacious enough and had a partial view of the ocean from it’s private balcony.

We spent the bulk of the first two days sitting on the beach (either Condado Beach or Ocean Park). At night, our trip coincided with the Condado Culinary Festival so the street was blocked off to traffic and there were musicians, vendors, and food providers as far as the eye could see. On the second night we at an Argentinian place called, appropriately enough, Buenos Ayres. I had my first mofongo (a Puerto Rian dish…kind of a mashed up plantain that’s used sort of like a bread bowl for some tasty seasoned chicken). YUM.

On the third day, we spent the morning at the beach before heading to Viejo San Juan. Our first stop was El Morro, the 16th century Spanish fort. Then we walked around the town which felt straight out of Europe. Aside from some of the pastel colors, this could have been Lyon, France (hilly, old buildings, narrow streets). It was quite lovely, and although I’d read about this area, it was still more pleasantly surprising than I’d expected.

We had dinner at a hip little restaurant called La Madre. The place was tiny (just one waitress) and had really funky architecture on the inside. The food was modern Mexican with a twist (their words, not mine). I had a chipotle pork dish with rice and beans, Randy had some sort of short ribs with cocoa and lime. Aside from the slow service, he said it was the best meal of the trip.

The next day we spent the morning at Ocean Park Beach before switching to our second hotel, El San Juan Hotel & Casino, in the Isla Verde area.

Wow.

Although our first hotel was nice, this place was breathtaking. You enter an enormous lobby with traditional wood details that contrasted with gorgeous contemporary glass light fixtures. Since this was a Hilton hotel (part of their Waldorf-Astoria collection, actually) Randy told them his Hilton Honors (reward program) number and our standard “city room” turned into an upper level junior suite with complimentary bottles of water, and free drinks at the lobby bar (which on weekends is apparently “the” place to be and be seen). And this was all on free credit card points!

In contrast to the dark wood lobby, our room was bright and airy with a wall of glass and retro furniture. The view, though somewhat obstructed by a building or two in the distance, was of the ocean to the left and distant mountains to the right.

Upon arrival, we headed directly to their beach. It wasn’t as nice as Ocean Park Beach, but there were comfy chairs and beds to lay on.

That night, we ate at a local restaurant for some traditional Puerto Rican food. Randy got the mofongo this time, and I had another chicken dish. Later that evening, around midnight, we went outside to the pool area and sat in the hot tub for about 45 minutes. It was very dark and romantic, with the sounds of exotic birds chirping. There was a passing shower just before we got in so the grounds glistened in the moonlight (and from the subtle landscape lighting).

Now THAT is what vacations are all about.

Finally, throughout our trip we did a bit of gambling (how could we not, each hotel had a casino). I lost $20 the first night, made $5 the second night, skipped gambling the third night, then won twice the fourth night on the same 25-cent machine. Overall, I think I came out $74 ahead. Meanwhile, Randy had lost between $20 and $40 each night. Needless to say, he was quite angry with me (but in a playful way).

On our final day, we came back from breakfast and I headed back up to the room to shower. Randy decided to give the slot machines one last try. Seeing how lucky I was with that machine the night before, Randy decided to try it himself. I believe he said on his first press of the button he won $466. BASTARD!

On that high note, we decided to go out for one last relaxing day. This time, instead of the beach we opted to lay by the pool. It was pure heaven.

It’s a shame we didn’t have more time on the island because I would have loved to drive to the rainforest, mountains, south coast – or taken a boat (or plane) over to Vieques.

Next time. Oh, and if you’re interested in viewing some pics, just follow the link on the bottom right of this page to “Karl’s International Travel Photos.” Yeah, I know Puerto Rico isn’t international…but since it’s a territory and not a state, I figured it would qualify. Anyway, if you’re too lazy to scroll down, here’s the link:

http://picasaweb.google.com/snarl71

Seriously?

Mid-October and snow is falling? That’s just wrong. Plain wrong.

On the plus side, the crappy weather is supposed to get worse Saturday night into Sunday but we won’t be here for it. Realizing we’d be so exhausted from moving, a few weeks ago we planned a long weekend getaway (Saturday – Wednesday) to Puerto Rico. Our flight is scheduled to leave tomorrow morning and in just over 26 hours from now we should be landing in San Juan, where it’s suppoed to be 90 degrees.

That’s a bit warmer than I’d like, but at least I’m pretty darn sure we won’t be seeing snow.

The condo is coming along nicely. We’ve still not gotten around to putting up the art of drapes yet. We did the touch up painting in the bathrooms only to realize that the paint was mixed differently than what we’d put up with the other can so it seems a few walls may need to be redone. ugh.

That can wait until we’re back.

Home, Sweet Home

It’s getting there!

I

Am

Exhausted.

Randy’s poor father arrived Thursday, not feeling very well (probably a combination of getting up too early, not eating breakfast, drinking coffee, and anxiety over flying) and after a brief nap, began helping us prep to paint out new place. Of the next five days he was put to work taping, spackling, sanding, painting, installing towel racks and light fixtures, vacuuming, and assembling furniture.

After the painting party on Saturday (thanks, again, to Chris, Zach, and Jeff for their amazing help) Randy, his father, and I, went to Newport, Rhode Island to tour a mansion. We met up with my parents at the Newport Grand Casino (since they knew where it was). I put 10 dollars into a slot machine and tripled my money with the first pull of the lever (well, push of the button). I was going to cash out but Randy said to keep going. In the end, Randy left down $8 and I left up $1. Not bad for 5-10 minutes of play.

The meeting of Randy’s Dad, with his strong southern accent, and my Mom, with her strong Boston accent, was quite interesting. They all liked each other, but I don’t think they understood but every third word spoken.

After lunch, we went to a few mansions, The Breakers and Chauteu-sur-Mer. I can’t even imagine having a painting party in either of those houses.

Despite six people helping paint for 9 hours on Saturday, we still never finished. On Monday, the three of us continued and finished the two bedrooms, but ran out of paint before we could finish the master bathroom and half bathroom. ugh.

But aside from those two small things, all that’s left to do is 1) touch up paint around some edges, install drapes, and hang the art.

Oh, and even though the place is still a work in progress, I’ve uploaded some photo from last night (remember, these are before the drapes and art are put up so it looks rather bare). You can find them on my FaceBook profile: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2254654&id=16088&saved#/album.php?aid=2254654&id=16088

Painting Party

Personally, I don’t think the word “party” should ever be associated with any sort of labor, but since that’s what Randy is calling it, and I must admit it possesses a pleasant bit of alliteration, I will call it a party, too.

Randy’s father arrived from Virginia yesterday and by the time I got home from work they’d already spackled the first two floors, installed a light fixture in a bathroom, assembled the dining table for the roof deck, and began taping the kitchen. Not too shabby.

The work continued after I got there and I nearly finished taping the living room/dining room in preparation for the painting party tomorrow. I also helped Randy install another light fixture in the guest bathroom. Today, Randy and his father will continue spackling/taping the third floor and will go out to purchase the paint.

From what I know, there will be a total of six people painting tomorrow. Our goal is to at least finish the first and second floors. If we make it to the third floor, woohoo!

On Sunday, we’re planning to drive to Newport to tour a mansion or two. We’ll also meet up with my parents down there so that they can finally meet Randy’s father. Should be fun. Now I would call that a party over painting…but what do I know?

Edamame Me

I’ve never been a trendsetter, nor have I been much of a trend follower. In fact, I like to pride myself on bucking trends. I never fell for Britney Spears when the young whipper-snappers thought she was all the rage. I didn’t particularly care for Pulp Fiction when everybody else was raving about it.

But lately I’ve been digging edamame. I’d never heard of it until February of this year when I went to dinner at Wagamama with my friends, Ben, Brad, and Mark. Since then, I’ve always gotten it when I see it on a menu. Then, last weekend, I saw that they sold it (in bulk, of course) at Costco. WOO HOO!

So made some last night to go with dinner. It come in little bags so you can’t use a small portion and the rest remains protected in the freezer. However, I think I’ll need to learn portion control because I ate nearly the entire bag (sharing a few with Randy).

I’ve not done research, but I’m guessing it must be healthy. It is just soy beans after all…with nothing else on it except the salt I add to the surface. But, mmmm, is it good!

OK, it’s official. this must be my lamest post yet. I’m talking about beans (or is it a vegetable? a legume? a fruit?) Ugh.

We’re In!!

After two months of anticipation and close to a month of near daily stress (dealing with real estate brokers, mortgage brokers, lawyers, etc…) we’re finally settled into our new home.

And I gotta’ say, I love it! Despite having double the space, we’ve managed to fill it up nicely with only the need to purchase one additional item of furniture (some sort of table for the kitchen). What that says, to me, is that we must have been cramming way too much into our previous place.

It’s nice to be able to walk around the bed without fear of stubbing my toe. It’s nice to be able to use the bathroom without somebody else knocking on the door because they need to go. It’s nice not to hear neighbors above you walking around (since we have no upstairs neighbor now).

The place still isn’t 100% ready yet. So far we’ve managed to unpack completely and put up blinds. Tonight we’ll replace a light fixture with a ceiling fan and replace some towel racks. Then Randy’s father arrives on Thursday and will assist with painting. At that point, we should be done.

Oh, and the place is so quiet! I was afraid that being a townhouse would mean that we could hear our neighbors on either side (my parent’s place on the Cape is a similar style and you can hear neighbor’s climbing the stairs or watching TV). But we can’t hear a damn thing. In fact, on the first night we hadn’t unpacked my white noise machine yet and we both were laying there randomly chuckling because we found it too quiet.

Today was my first time commuting since the move and I clocked in at 20 minutes using my scooter. I managed to hit every major red light along Mass Ave, though (Arlington Center, Alewfie Brook Parkway, Porter Square, plus a few smaller ones). On a good day if I can miss even one of the big intersections, I suspect I can cut a few minutes off that time.

Oh, how could I post without at least one pessimistic topic? I was removing these horrible interior shudders the previous tenants had in the living room window when one of them fell off the wall and onto my toe. Now, 7 months ago while on vacation in Mexico, Randy’s Pepsi bottle fell onto my big toe nail and caused a bruise. It’s been there for seven months working its way up from the middle of the nail to the tip where I can finally cut it (probably) in the next week or so. Wouldn’t you know it, but this damn shudder fell on the exact same toe nail, but at the base. I’m probably going to have to go another year with a blackened toe nail…and I was so close to getting rid of the previous bruise!!!

Ok, ladies out there (or men who do drag or are metrosexual), do they sell nail polishes that are the color of nails? I don’t want transparent/glossy, but something that could possibly cover the bruise and make it not stand out like a sore thumb (or sore toe, for that matter).

Patience (or lack thereof)

I’ve always been impatient. I love planning things (moves, trips, etc…) but I hate once the planning is complete and all that’s left is the waiting.

And that’s pretty much been the boat Randy and I have been on for the past month or so. Complicating things is that I’m a bit rusty at moving.  Back in the day (my twenties) I would move once per year. There was one particularly hellish year when I moved four times as a result of a fire, a leak, and a landlord from hell.

But I became pretty darn skilled at moving as a result. I knew when to pack, what to pack, the best way to label things, and the most important thing for a frequent mover: HIRE MOVERS!

This time around, though, has been filled with complications that didn’t exist in moves past:

1 – the economy has tanked and banks are more strict. We had no trouble getting our approval, but it’s been a frustrating game of back-and-forth as they requested additional information (which, more often than not, they already had in their posession).

2 – the buyer of our current property has been having trouble getting a mortgage commitment from his bank. It was due two weeks ago and just came through last night…only hours before we had movers coming to pick up our stuff

3 – the current owners of the property we are buying have been renting the unit and the current tenants have been difficult to deal with in terms of getting into the property to take measurements. Toward the end, it took a full week to gain access (right as we approached the closing) so I began to question whether the tenants were actually planning on leaving or were going to squat and screw us over (because Massachusetts law stupidly protects the renter to extreme degrees).

There have been other little things, but it just seemed that all of the above issues should have been resolved early on, but weren’t resolved until hours or a day or two before moving (the scariest being whether the buyer of Randy’s place would actually be able to buy it after pulling the condo off the market for two months).

Long story short, I’m comfortable now. The mortgage commitment was made last night, we did a walk-thru of the new place last night and the tenants are gone, the movers picked up our belongings this morning, and we are tentatively scheduled to pass papers on both properties in the morning.

Tentatively…I suppose there’s still some uncertainty (whether the buyer’s bank can process all of the paperwork at the last minute since they delayed things so much all along).

Fortunately, Randy’s father is coming up next week to help paint and do other miscellaneous small projects. And then to reward ourselves for all the stress we’ve been through, Randy and I are going to Puerto Rico for a (very) long weekend after that.

What I wouldn’t give to smell sunblock and salty air right now.

J’adore Paris!

On my way to work this morning I had to pop by the Somerville Traffic Office to get a parking permit for our move next week (one week from today!). I tried doing this last week on Thursday night since they have evening hours on Thursday but the line was practically out the door.

The morning is a much better choice; there was just one person in line in front of me.

Anyway, after leaving their office I got on my scooter and headed to work. The quickest route brought me through Davis Square and I ended up sitting at a red light in front of the Somerville Theatre. More specifically, I was stopped next to the crepe place that is located on the ground floor of the Somerville Theatre.

Between the humidity (it’s always been humid when I’ve visited Paris), the scooter exhaust fumes (scooters are everywhere in Paris), the traffic noise (something else that’s ubiquitous in Paris), and the single row of tables and chairs against the wall of the creperie, it felt like I was in Paris.

Heck, even the angle of the light made me think of a Parisian morning. All that was missing was a quality pain au chocolat and the thump-thump-thump of rubber tires on the many (real and fake) cobblestone streets or crosswalks. Oh, and perhaps the ever present ambulance or police siren (which sound completely different than our own).

Anyway, it put me in a good mood. And I do have a nearly $300 credit voucher for Air France. HMMMMMM

Bedknobs and Broomsticks

I bought some art this weekend at the South End Open Studios. We were at a (mostly) sculpture gallery and there were various pieces for $150 – $3,000. But way in the back corner was table with similar looking pieces for only $20. Now, I couldn’t tell the difference between the piece I purchased and a piece toward the front of the gallery. So, I opted to get the most bang for my buck and bought the largest piece on the table.

At the time, i was inrigued by it’s shape (overall it’s roundish, but it folds in on its self on one side and there’s an irregular hole off to the side…kinda’ like Mount Saint Helens) and I liked it’s bronze color.

Of course, After purchasing it and showing it to my parents (who looks completely digusted) my mother said “it looks like an ass.”

…and now all I see is a big sun-tanned butt.

Oh well, it’s art and you’ll all be jealous when Christie’s sells it at auction for millions in just a few years.

The rest of the weekend was spent playing cards with my parents, disassembling the bed I loaned my parents when I moved in with Randy (so we can bring it to our new place), and attempting an afternoon at the beach. It was quite lovely. The sun was shining, the beach was nearly empty…but the win was coming straight off the ocean dropping the temperature substantially. Meanwhile, we had some chocolate cookies in a bag and the chips were all melting because of the direct sun. If there was no breeze (or at least a slight breze)  the sun itself would have made it nice and toasty.

Oh well. We only lasted about an hour so it didn’t provide enough time for me to bronze my ass to match my art.

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