Tuesday, December 29, 2009

2009 Adventures

Just as I did in 2008, I'm archiving my 2009 adventures and presenting my favorite shots of the year. I actually put together another website called "lost in the ecotone" where I will be putting my favorite shots from this year and the coming years. I love having my blog to write the stories, but that site will eventually be my main photography site and will link to this blog.

eventually...

2009 Adventures

Westport
Fort Flagler
Magnuson Park
Dirty Harry 1st Attempt
Dirty Harry Strike Two
Dirty Harry's Museum Found!
Mt. Saint Helens
Lake Serene / Bridal Veil Falls
Granite Mountain
Isabelle Ides / Shi Shi / Forks / Ocean Shores
My Big Gay Weekend
Spray Falls / Spray Park
Los Angeles
Stephie's Wedding Weekend
DMB at the Gorge
Blue Lake

Favorite Photos Of 2009

yellow larches four

sunset colors

spray of the falls

final silver at shi shi

south prairie at sunset

ferry waves

funny the way it is

finding blue

as big as the sea, as wide as the sky

74

the green lion sleeps tonight

when it was first discovered

blowing kisses

cha cha

restless

greenhouse

christmas in LA

jolie santa

I love my cousins. I can't think of a better christmas present than to be with them, and I was lucky enough to do just that this holiday. I was sick, I still am actually, but it didn't matter. We stayed up late every night talking and laughing and playing and taking pictures. Strangely enough I only took out my camera on Christmas day. The rest of the time it sat neatly in my camera bag while I enjoyed the scenery with my own two eyes. I let Carolyn be the photographer this time around.

the mother load

We didn't give each other much this christmas, which was great because I didn't have much to give, but I did make a book for the family with pictures from their trip up to Seattle that made Carolyn quietly tear up and that made me feel really good. I'm surprised at how well my pictures are translating as gifts. Everyone seems really excited to get them and it makes me feel like I'm giving people not only something that I've created but also a little piece of me. It's kinda cool.

george and winnie

The tall one came down on Saturday and after hanging out with the family for a little while we had dinner in Burbank with Jen, who I love and miss, and had so much fun before heading back to Manhattan Beach to stay at his Grandpa's house. The next morning we drove over to The Kettle, my favorite breakfast place, and had yummy food and mimosas. It was so great being back in the neighborhood I spent so much time in and it was very, very hard to leave it.

christmas on the beach

As I flew into Seattle the sun was setting, casting a pink glow on the buildings of downtown. The scene is typically my favorite and always feels like the city is welcoming me home...but this time, knowing the tall one was not there and my friends and family were so far away, it just felt lonely.

resolutions

Oh so cliche...but after 2009 I'm kinda finding it necessary to create a list of them. Not that this year was terrible, I met and fell in love with an amazing man who showed me dim sum and pho and shared with me a love of beer, together we went to festivals and spent weekends in bed watching BSG and The Wire. However, I became rolly polly, but not in a "I'm comfortable in my relationship and don't have to work at it" kind of way, but more "my boyfriend keeps feeding me all this awesome food and there's so much to do that I have zero time to exercise".

When I don't exercise, no matter how well I eat, I blow up like a Macy's thanksgiving day balloon.

mmmm...turkey.

Anyhoo, since I love hiking so much and I'd prefer being able to climb up a mountain without my boyfriend a 1/2 a mile ahead of me skipping up the trail carrying all our gear because I can hardly make it up the swtichbacks then I better join a damn gym. Since the tall one's friend Dodi has a membership at a small gym on Queen Anne, I'm going to join her there and hopefully will have someone to hold me accountable to get my ass up and going when I just want to stay in bed and snuggle.

Resolution #1: Join a gym and exercise at least 4 times a week. One of those days will include one weekend day unless a hiking outing is planned. Yoga will be in addition to and will not be counted as a day of exercise.

I know it's on everyone's list, but I actually f'ing mean it. I'm doing it and I don't care how cliche it is. Also, I put it as number one because being in shape gives me the energy to hike, to explore, and to do more than just work and sleep which is essential for the rest of my resolutions.

Another thing that took a backseat this year to my exploration of Seattle funtivities and my love of snuggles was my photography. It was a bit of a milestone year as I decided to fully invest in my new passion and purchased a Nikon D90: a thousand dollar camera, and then kept the spending going on two lenses and the most expensive filter I've bought to date. Funny thing about not having a boyfriend is that you have a lot of time to yourself. In 2008 I worked so hard on learning photography not only because I had a love for it but also because I didn't have much else...it was a good way to fill my time. However my time in 2009 was filled with the cutest boyfriend ever!

Resolution #2: Enroll in the photography program at the University of Washington.

The fall courses begin in August which will give me more than enough time to do:

Resolution #3: Leave the country at least once this year.

I have a feeling that since the tall one purchased a new house this year our travels will only be to Canada or perhaps Mexico, but it's still another country, and I will still get to use my new passport.

Speaking of the tall one (when am I not, though...seriously) I'm saving a particularly scary resolution for him. I keep coming back and re-writing this paragraph because I don't know how to word it. I know how I feel which is I love him, I want to spend the rest of my life with him, married with babies, traveling the world and enjoying this life with the the enthusiasm of youth for the rest of our days...but I feel like I'm not supposed to say that. Because...well, I don't know why. It's dumb. I can think up all these reasons: I don't want to end up like my mother who goes from one man to another, I don't want to move in for financial reasons, I don't want to be taken care of, I don't want to be afraid that he'll cheat because he needs outside validation from someone he doesn't see every single freaking day...

...but I'm not my mother, and I've proven that I can take care of myself in both Seattle and the big scary Los Angeles, I don't need to move with him because I can still pay my rent and live, sparingly, but I can still do it just fine. As for seeking outside validation, well, the jury is still out on that and it's a sticking point for me. I'm still afraid I'll never be enough. But that's life. I can't stop doing things because I'm afraid. I never have, I've jumped into every situation knowing that it could all blow up in my face but if I hadn't done it I would have never known and I would have always wondered.

I have never said "what if I had..." so:

Resolution #4: Happily and successfully move in with my boyfriend and refrain from bringing in the baggage from previous attempts with other ill fated relationships and all my mother issues along with me.


There are other little things I'd like to do: run a marathon, buy a new car, finally get a computer set up so I can start editing my photos correctly, get an xbox so I can obliterate friends on Gears of War, spend more time with Casey, make his house our home, get more of my LA friends to visit me up here...but I believe these four things are essential for the project that is "Stacy".

It's an ongoing project, but it's showing a lot of promise :)

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Thursday, December 17, 2009

one eskimo

One eskimO

I woke up to the grumpiest of moods. The grey Seattle skies did nothing to pull me out of my hormone induced melancholy. Work was one annoying request after another. Then 4:00 rolled around and four adorable boys from London walked into the office with instruments in hand. Their charm was disarming, their sound was calming, their accents were so adorable that I could have listened to them all day. They were One eskimO.

adam black&white

I have a little crush on Adam. I think it's his hair, but his smile was so warm...and plus I think I have a little bit of a thing for drummers.

or scarfy European guys :)

sorry tall one...

adam falkner

cuuuuuute.

this one is straight from the camera with only a cropping done in photoshop. I love lighting. It's nice to have a person so perfectly lit that there is no need to do any post processing. I hope to spend some time learning about off camera lighting next year.

interview

The skies were dark and we could see the traffic stretching far, backed up from the bridge. If they were going to make it to their show at the Crocodile in an hour we would have to cut the interview short, which we ended up doing. Still, it was a nice end to a day that began with a grump.

Monday, December 14, 2009

RUM BALLS!!!

one word...yum.


I was sick....

                .....and then we made rum balls!!









oooooh, and then my boyfriend made me veeeeery happy, and then we had lunch with his family, and then we slept, and then he made me breakfast in bed, and then we went to Costco, and did I already mention the rum balls? and then we watched the Wire and then Dodi and Michael came over and to eat the rum balls...YUM!! RUM BALLS!!!

The year is winding down and since I'll be in LA for the holidays I may save my end of the year post for after Christmas, but I've been spending a lot of time putting together my favorite photos from the last year. I actually am giving my photos for gifts this year, the first time I think I have a decent enough collection to print up. I hope people like them...because I'm too broke to buy anyone anything :) 

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Monday, December 07, 2009

Kerry Park

After the heartbreaking exclamation "come on, let's go!" the tall one and I ventured, reluctantly on his part, out of the house on Saturday. I mostly wanted to catch the sunset from Kerry Park but I had also heard of a vendor fair that I knew the tall one would like. After wandering through and purchasing a fun new toy, he suggested heading over to The Counter for lunch. I had heard about two burger joints in Ballard that were model after the "Father's Office" style of burgers and The Counter was one of them. It was yummy, but there were many options to choose from and for a first timer it can be a bit overwhelming.

photogs

The sun was setting fast so after grabbing some caffeine at Peet's we headed up to Queen Anne. The park was very crowded when we arrived and I ran over to stake my claim on some real estate and left the tall one to guard the flag while I took photos of the sky.

sky on fire

I was focusing on the skyline and the tall one said "nothing against my city, because I do think it's beautiful, but the sky is putting on quite a show". Sure enough when I turned to face the setting sun the sky had turned an amazing red.

my city at sunset

Check this one out all big and on black

Mostly I was focused on getting bracketed shots so I could experiment with HDR. I was becoming very frustrated with the process and I didn't understand why I couldn't figure out the processing once I uploaded all my photos. I'm not sure if I just wasn't taking the correct exposures or if I wasn't composing my shots well...but darn it if I didn't make some pretty HDR shots from what I took on Saturday. The main issue is that my monitor over saturates all the colors so I have no idea what the true color looks like until I upload it to flickr and then check it on my iphone. It's quite the process, however I'm pretty darn happy to finally have figured it out. (can I say process one more time? geesh stacy, thesaurus much?)

cutest couple ever!

Speaking of happy :)

setting sun

I was going to do a whole post on Kerry Park, and I will, but this photo deserves it's own post.

sunset colors high sat

see this one large and on black


Thanks for checking out my site, Dane :) Seattle misses you

Thursday, December 03, 2009

It's that time of year again...

ZOOOOOOOM BUUUUUUURST!!!!

zooooom burst






hehe :)

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

thanksgiving weekend

yum

The tall one enjoys cooking with me and downloaded the Epicurious app for the iPhone with which he located this yummy strata recipe. We went shopping for all the ingredients and then put together everything that evening to let the dish set overnight, which was a big mistake because in the morning the bread on the bottom had become all soggy...but the top sure did look pretty!

table setting

We arrived on time to his parents house, much to the surprise of the family, on Thanksgiving day to the smell of turkey cooking in the oven. The table was festively set by his aunt Melody, complete with the menu for the evening. As I shot the table I noticed my frames were coming out very dark. I went to the on camera editing for one shot and I realized that I could use the active d-lighting setting to balance out the light. I got so excited I almost yelled "yay!!" out loud, but I realized that I'd sound like a big nerd when I explained why I had yelled, so I didn't.

smirking

While I sat chit chatting with his family, the tall one made his way back to the computer. After a while we found him and demanded he come and stir some shit, which he did, and I took his picture, which he hated...but I love this shot of him. The shadows on his face are so menacing and bring out his little smirk.

cutting the turkey

Even if I had nerded out Charlie, the tall one's uncle, would have totally understood. He's a nature photographer and I'm in awe of him. I still haven't worked up the nerve to talk shop with him, mostly because I don't think I'm that great. I've been in a slump lately when it comes to my photography after a bad experience with a local photographer but mostly because I don't have anyone to really talk with about it...I should join a club or something.

After dinner with the fam we headed over to Dodi and Michael's house for drinks. The Apples to Apples game was brought out again but I only played a little bit before heading for the couch. The combination of food, drink and having to keep up small talk the entire day had taken it's toll.


I almost didn't get Friday off, but luckily I guilted my boss into letting me stay home. Instead of braving the shopping crowds we decided to lay in bed for a bit watching The Wire, but the allure of the sunset was too much for me and we jumped in the car and I pointed it south. I had an idea to go to Dash Point State Park but we were hungry so I had the tall one do a search for food in the area (at first he asked if there were any restaurants that held any nostalgia for me in the south end and I said "um...the Olive Garden?" oy suburbia) and came up with Jimmy Mac's Roadhouse.

I want to go to there.

They had peanuts on the floor, bud light on tap, and served burgers on a hubcap. We were so ironically enjoying it that for a second we began to actually enjoy it. But soon the country music became too much and we decided to head over to Costco and check out their beer selection. I typically try not to spend too much time in the south end because it reminds me of how my life could have been had I not moved and being in Costco surrounded by the very same people that I didn't want to become was a bit overwhelming. Interesting too was that each Costco carries regional products and this particular one was filled with so much...well, crap. Toys, clothes, knick knacks, electronics, and a big display with Sarah Palin's book prominently displayed. The one in Seattle is filled with food, food, more food, tires, drugs and underwear. You know, the essentials.

We finally made it down to Dash Point at dusk, but all my shots suck so I'm not posting them.

buggy one

Saturday was a very strange day. Everywhere we went something went wrong, but we got our passport photos (YAY!!), a warm jacket for me to celebrate John Lennon, a jacket for him that his mother will not approve of and windshield wipers for my car that I was strangely excited to use. I can't remember if he found this little buggy on Saturday or Sunday while raking leaves in his front yard, but it's a cool little thing.

Sunday...bed. The Wire. snuggles. kisses. heaven.

Tuesday, December 01, 2009

fall

fall colors


there was a big pile of leaves next to my apartment and I couldn't help but photograph them. I stayed out there arranging leaves until it was almost dark.

starfish leaf

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

i heart bokeh

tis the season for bokeh balls!

bokeh world

Monday, November 23, 2009

oh to be young again

My poor little cousin Levi had his heart broken a couple weeks ago and to take his mind off of it my Aunt suggested he come stay the weekend with me. I was immediately excited, then I panicked.

What the heck am I going to do with a 16 year old?

I can't take him out drinking, most of the shows are 21 and older, he lives in Washington so I didn't want to take him to the touristy spots, but mostly I had no clue how to balance being the cool older cousin while still touting the importance of enjoying his youth without being totally lame.

He arrived on friday evening and I took my Aunt and him to Dicks as neither had ever been. It was cold but we still stood outside on the long metal counter set up under the iconic sign. There is an art installation in the empty lot where the light rail will soon be and we watched the laser lights run up and down the space while eating and chatting. At one point Levi's napkins flew out from under his burger. I didn't hesitate to run and grab them as they flew down Broadway but I heard my aunt say behind me "they recycle everything up here". It was the first of many comments throughout the weekend that reminded me how the Middle American mentality is still prevalent in my family.

I took Levi over to the tall one's house and we waited for him to get home before heading over to Dodi and Michael's for another fun round of Apples to Apples. It was a small, slightly impromptu, get together and I was grateful for it as I still had no idea what to do with the kid. However after chatting with him I heard things from him that, shockingly, reminded me of myself when I was his age. There were times when I wanted to bestow my wisdom upon him, explain that he doesn't have to be angry and yes it's hard living with your parents but suck it up because soon you'll be gone and you'll hardly ever remember that time...but I mostly just kept quiet. Same thing when talking about his ex-girlfriemd, I remembered how much it sucked to have adults trivialize the pain I was feeling when I broke up with boy who's name I can't remember right now but was the LOVE OF MY LIFE!!! OMG!!!! I WILL DIE NOW FROM A BROKEN HEART!!! I'M GOING TO PLAY SKID ROW UNTIL I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP!!!

Yeah, Skid Row. What? I grew up in the era of hair bands, so sue me.

Saturday Levi had a few places he wanted to go so we began the longest day ever known to man at a Ski and Snowboard expo at the Convention Center where we just happened to run into the tall one's ex. Ugh, that girl is everywhere. I feel lucky that he and I never run into any of mine, but even if we did I'm positive they would be civil. I hate the awkwardness. I was eager to leave after that so we did some quick searching for the local ski resorts before heading out to REI.

Oh, the downtown REI. I hate it because I covet most of the crap that they sell there and I loathe all the fleece wearing eastsiders who walk out with massive amounts of gear when I can hardly afford a hat. Spending anymore than 20 minutes there gives me a headache, but we spent a good three hours in the surrounding area. The entire time looking at things that I will never be able to afford. It sucked, but Levi was enjoying himself and that's all that matters. He decided to get a membership as he wanted to climb the rock wall so we wandered around to Feathered Friends and another ski shop to wait until his appointment with the wall. He climbed up that thing like a monkey and when he got down he was shaking like a leaf.


I'm thinking the shaking was from not consuming anything other than a Monster energy drink all day...but that's just me.

Shopping for that long always makes me exhausted so we headed back to my apartment and the old ones took a nap while Levi played Wii. I really wanted to get a show in while Levi was here and I remembered an article I had read in the Stranger about a band called Fences and they just happened to be playing at the Vera Project which is all ages. Yay! After nap we headed over and grabbed tickets and then killed time before the show at Easy Street.

The bands were incrementally alright. The first guy made me want to gouge my eyes out, Fences was decent but didn't meet my expectations and the headliner Hey Marseilles was fun, but didn't blow me away. Still, for $10 it was worth it to see the smile of Levi's face. I think he enjoyed himself and that was the point.

We wrapped up the weekend at Dim Sum and then drove down to Southcenter to meet up with my Aunt so I didn't have to drive him all the way to Orting.

Other than a few funny/odd moments...
Me to Dodi: "This is the first time his Mom let him hang out with me. She thought I was a bad influence."
Dodi to me: "I can see why!"
I turn around to see him in the kitchen with a shot glass full of whiskey

...and an interesting conversation about Jesus being black that may have blown his small town mind, I think he had fun.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

re-edit

ok so it wasn't the next day...and they are not shots that I did yesterday...but whatever. It's pictures :)

answering



pictures of myself


negative space

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

vices

I had a ton of things to write about last night. I grabbed my camera from home, brought it over to the tall one's house and while I waited for him to get home I took random pictures and video and thought up the rant that I was going to post.

tall one

Then a funny thing happened, he came home and over dinner I just unleashed all the crap that had been building up in my head. It felt great to release it, but even more so to have someone to tell it to. Perhaps that's why I haven't been updating my blog so often. The first year I was here I didn't get to really say what was on my mind but now...oh golly now...I have someone to listen to me! It's kinda awesome, and I'm sappily in love.

The above picture has a funny story, ask me about it sometime :)

fat tire

I'm so thankful I'm able to drink. If I didn't have that option I have no idea how I'd be able to block out how horrible my work days are so they don't interfere with my awesome home life. I don't think it's possible to explain how hypocritical and back-stabbing my work environment is. I think it's time to buy a lotto ticket. It's even harder to be creative here, which is odd since it's an office filled with producers and editors and tons and tons of CD's/DVD's/content. It sucks, literally; it actually sucks the creativity out of me.

See...this is why I'm not posting. I either get all sappy about the tall one or complain about my job.

That's it. I'm taking pictures tonight and tomorrow that's all you'll see here.

so there!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

you're going to take out my what now?

Google: lower right abdominal pain

Causes: appendix

No..that can't be right. It's not my appendix.

"Tall one, what is in my lower right abdominal that would be hurting right now?"
He replies "You probably pulled a muscle".

Yeah...that sounds right, because it couldn't be my appendix. No way. That's crazy talk!


The tall one had a three week vacation from work and he stayed with me pretty much the entire time as he was in transition from apartment to new house. I loved being ambushed by baked goods, kisses when I walked in the door and the free flowing beer. However due to lack of hiking, well actually any type of physical activity that was not bedroom related, I became rolly polly and out of shape. Determined to get back on the wagon once the tall one returned to work, the first monday that was boyless I kicked myself into gear with a strict and intense work out routine.

Two days into it I was already feeling the soreness in my muscles, however that lower right hand pain had come back in a big way. 3:00 pm Wednesday afternoon as I was sitting at my desk it became sharp and very uncomfortable. I wandered around the office trying to work it out, but it persisted...and I googled: lower right abdominal pain. I didn't feel nauseous, I had no pain around my bellybutton (odd place for pain I thought at the time). I remembered the conversation with the tall one a couple weeks ago when he mentioned it may be a pulled muscle and I just assumed that the muscle was aggravated by my recent activity.

As it was the tall one's birthday and we have to give each other the most romantic gifts EVER, I reciprocated his touching gift of a car battery for my birthday with cleaning his apartment after he moved into the new house for his. I still had the pain, but only if I sat down. So I cleaned, drank the leftover champagne in the fridge and didn't sit down for a couple hours.

He finally got off work and, dirty and exhausted as both of us were, we headed down to Deluxe for $4.99 burger night. I slipped a candle in his burger and sang happy birthday to him over the ruckus crowd and we chatted about nothing...and everything. After sitting for 20 minutes the pain had become ouch and I was ready to go home and lay down. It was a slow walk back and when I finally did get to bed it was a struggle to find a way to lay down that wasn't excruciating.

The morning came quickly and the tall one and I hurriedly dressed for work. I bent down to put a sock on my right foot and tears sprang to my eyes.

"Go. To. The. Doctor. Yay insurance" the tall one said.

Fine...

I had a meeting scheduled for 9 am that morning so I had to run into work to grab the number of the gentleman to reschedule for the next day. Overlake Hospital has an urgent care facility in Issaquah and as I seriously thought it was going to be something easy I went there first. I was there for 5 minutes before they said told me to go to the emergency room right away. I went to the closest ER, Swedish, in Issaquah and told the admitting nurse that I had severe right hand abdominal pain. Another nurse came out immediately, brought me into the first room where instantly there were like a hundred nurses in there. One held up a drape for me to undress behind, another took my blood pressure, my temperature, an IV was stuck in my arm before I could even say "OUCH!" and I was being told that I had to get a CAT Scan to find out what was going on.

Everything happened very quickly and within 20 minutes (after talking them out of trying to give me an enema for the CAT Scan. Them: "but it helps to illuminate the organs in really thin people. Me: "DO I LOOK LIKE A THIN PERSON TO YOU? THAT IS NOT GOING UP IN ME".) a nurse came in and told me I was going to be transported to Swedish downtown to have my appendix out.

I can't tell you I wasn't scared, but I'm a strong gal and I refused the ambulance ride and said I'd drive myself. However they refused to let me go since they had given me a nice dose of a narcotic through the IV...damn...so I called the tall one's mother and blubbered "I, um (sob) have to um (sob) get my appendix out (sniff sniff). Can you take me downtown (SOOOOOOOBBB)".

As I was waiting for her the security guard for the building came over to ask where my car was so he could look after it until I could have someone retrieve it. I pointed to it's location and was informed that it was actually parked in Costco's parking lot and needed to be moved. Which would have been fine, but they wouldn't let me drive. So I gave my keys to the security guard and hoped for the best. He came in a couple minutes later and said it wouldn't start. My heart raced for a moment and I thought Oh Great, on top of surgery now I have to worry about my car?! Then I remembered something and said to the gentleman "you know you have to push the clutch in to start the car, right?"

uh huh...

The tall one's amazing mother arrived after a harrowing ride through the hedge trimming on I-90 and drove me to Swedish Medical Center in downtown Seattle. Just as stubborn as her son she refused to leave me alone. She came up to the room with me and waited as I got situated, met my surgeon and learned of my surgery time. Apparently during this time the tall one had called Casey and my best friend appeared from behind the drawn curtain. I can't tell you how grateful I am to all three of those wonderful people.

The time came and they wheeled me over to the pre-op location. I met the guy who was going to knock me out (he kept calling the concoction 'champagne') and then was left alone to listen to the chatter of the nurses station. I heard one doctor come in and say "what's on the board" and one of the nurses said "appendectomy". The doc said "oh, well I can do one of those" and I peaked my head around the curtain and said "oh no you won't!" to the great delight of the nurses.

They came to take me to the surgery wing and wheeled me down a long corridor that had floor to ceiling windows with a gorgeous view of downtown. The nurse said it was the best view in the whole hospital and I said it better be, it's the last that some people will ever see.

The surgery rooms reminded me of what I had seen on TV shows when they show the hospital morgues, which was not a good sign, and as I moved from the gurney to the operating table I saw the massive amount of instruments used to slice into people and I remember thinking "I can't believe I can see all these things! Don't they think it will scare people? Where is my zzzzzzzzzzz"

Next thing I know I'm sputtering awake. It's a rude awaking when you come out of surgery and I was not a happy camper. Eventually they calmed me down and after a bit they moved me back to my room. The tall one's mom was waiting for me, and even Casey came back to check on me. I was in pain though, so the stay was brief. The tall one's mom stayed with me however, again can't stress the stubbornness of this family, but I'm so glad that she did. There was not one moment where I felt alone, where I didn't feel loved and for that I'm so grateful. As I laid there in a drugged haze she softly spoke to me about her life to fill the silence of the room. I learned a lot...

The tall one made it to me after work and after retrieving my car he relieved his mother and took over watch. I didn't want him to stay the night, but he sat with me for a few hours holding my hand while we both read. He returned in the early morning with the little things I might need to keep me comfortable. He held my hand, helped me to dress and move around and generally did the things that a man does for a woman he loves. Again...I can't thank him enough.

Once I was released he took me straight to his house where I spent the next 5 days in bed, being waited on, cooked for and taken care of. His friends would come into the bedroom to keep me company, his mother brought over dinner so we could eat and he didn't once complain about me being there. He wouldn't hear of me leaving.

I feel so freaking lucky that I have such a great support system around me, that my insurance provided me the care that I needed, that my doctors took care of me without even a second thought, that friends and family sprang to action when they heard I was going to the hospital and that I have an amazing boyfriend who nursed me during my recovery.

Seriously lucky. So. Freaking. Lucky.

Friday, November 06, 2009

David Gray and a lost organ

Hello my 10 followers. I know you've missed me! Most of you follow me on facebook so you are well aware of my recent surgery and have no doubt already been told the harrowing story. I should probably write it down for future reading, but my first post after my hiatus will not be dedicated to my missing appendix. Instead, it shall be for the one and only David Gray.



From my random blogging while drinking wine (wogging?) I've expressed my love of Mr. Gray and my wish to meet him. The only great thing about my job currently is the opportunity to be able to say I'd like to meet someone and most of the time it will actually happen. Luckily this was one of those times.

smoldering

Unlike most artists he arrived on time and was eager to answer questions. Unfortunately when he sat down the zipper gave out on his pants and he had to run back to the bus and change. When he returned he was dressed in the suit he was going to wear that night for the performance.

so many questions

He was an amazingly intense person and when asked each question he would look down, think it over and then answer in a stream of words that I'm sure contained a period or two but you wouldn't know it. And the accent...oooh the accent. For a moment I forgot that I was supposed to be taking pictures and I closed my eyes and listen to him speak. I'm so silly when it comes to my favorite artists.

I'm done

Andrew, my co-worker, is not the best interviewer. He was not familiar with David Gray and I had to fill him in on his history and music, what he's doing now, what his new album sounds like and it showed in his interview style. David became a little bored and finally just sat back and looked at Andrew like "really kid?".

all bored

After the interview I asked David to sign an old copy of my Live at the Point DVD that I've played so much over the years that it's surprising it will still show a picture on the screen and of course my pen didn't work. He took it down with him to his tour bus to find a sharpee and sent his tour manager back with the signed copy in hand.

I had asked if perhaps the band could put me on their list for the show that night so after the interview I wandered around downtown, having dinner at that silly FOX restaurant downtown and chatting with a lovely gentleman from Houston who was in town on business before going back over to the venue. I grabbed my tickets from will call and headed into the theater. I gave my ticket to the usher and he took me all the way to the front row and sat me down in the center....oh yeah, front row center. The lady sitting next to me said she wished she had a camera to capture the look of amazement on my face when I sat down.

The show was amazing, and the crowd was very energetic. David really played off of the energy and his new band was just on. Each song choice had me singing along at the top of my lungs and even though I had had surgery less than a week ago I couldn't help but get up at the end of the show and clap along with everyone to "Please Forgive Me". What a great experience, an amazing show and as this may be my last artist interview for this company, a great end. I wasn't even put off by the opening act...who was my ex-boyfriend's girlfriend :) Small world.