This weekend. rewind.

I'm starting this post at the end of my weekend (just now) and working my way backwards. like a good episode of Alias. I think it's best this way.
Just drove in from San Fran, celebrated Christmas tonight (January 8th) with my family, delayed b/c we were all too busy until just now. I'm glad in my heart, after returning from them. This was my Mom, my sister, and her husband Ben. And this time, it was just us, no other inlaws or friends or random people or acquantences. it was just us. It was so dear. My sister made me these fabulous glasses and etched into them. perfect size for some sparkling water or wine. on one is a crown, on another is a heart, then also a lotus. They are so sweet. I got my sister this gorgeous wallet, and she loved it.
I hugged Ben a lot tonight for somereason (my sister's husb) sometimes he just makes me so happy, he's an editor and a director, he has a theater company. he's kind of cynical and witty and sarcastic, but i love the guy. they've been married four years about, and now my comebacks to ben come quickly. my mom was really sweet tonight. driving back in Romona I had aretha franklin playing pretty loudly. i was so happy. these songs i was singing. it's nice not to be on anyone's case or into someone. i mean, my heart is not sticking, and that's a good thing, there's no nostalgia, no longing, no remorse. there's no sticking in my heart. i was also listening to LIve 105--Love line. a 25 years old guy called speaking about how messed up porn is, and drew was saying it's girls acting out their trama and not a healthy thing at all, and the caller, this guy was so upset, saying we need to really express this to more guys, and how mad he gets about it, b/c every girl he's with has been raped. I was so happy that this guy called, knew what was up, AND actually cared about it. I noticed that on live 105, the music leads after the commercial breaks are choppy, and i realized how cool i have that ear now. I was a DJ last year on KZSC, so now I can hear the tiniest slice of dead-air from a mile away and other glitches.S
Seeing my mama and sis, its good, they're my people, we fit, we're ok, there's nothing rejected or secret going on in each other's mind, there's nothing i need to worry about. my sister just gave me a bag full of fabulous clothes, San Francisco long sleeve classy simple straight cut stuff. She gave me an orchid, i had to really pack it carefully in my car to not touch anything else. it's red, an inky red, and crisp. today earlier got pretty sunny and nice out. yesterday night saw King Kong with the gang. we were packed in the back of Eugene's hatch back. blankets and jabs in the side as we kept fidgeting trying to fit the four of us. after about 1 hour and a half we gave up and turned the car the normal way. it was fun we kept screaming and dunking our heads under covers when the nasty spiders and dinasour lizard things kept attacking. we all fell in love with Kong, I loved his nostrils. And his thumbs. we kept talking, being that there was so little dialogue almost making our own, and it became obnoxious but we all just kept talking back to the screen. That morning I was in capitola, stayed over there b/c i went out on town on friday, so saturday went to mr. toots and then went to car and locked keys in car, called tow truck, and to wait went to zeldas on the wharf. these girls were so rude to me, i got a menu from the hostess, sat down, and no-one came, and i waited and waited, and they ignored me gossiping. i got up and said "im not going to be ignored, and they freaked out, "we're switching shifts!" but it didn' tmatter, there were six barristas and nobody came, so i walked out it felt so good, then sat at the wharf house, ordered a hamburger, but they were out of hamburger meat, "what's with this morning?" im going in my head. so i get the omelet with pesto, waiting for tow truck. The tow truck lady came. and one of the waitresses from zelda's came, the cool one from alaska, the real one. she and i conferred about the bogus catty girls inside all makeup, not paying attention, how frustrating. she was from alaska that's cool, i told her, and then the owner of zeldas comes out and tries to take away the towtrucklady's tools to do it himself, not realizing that she's a towtrucklady, she's professional, and no thanks, shes got it. she was short with him and who wouldn't be? he was yanking on my door and messing it up. so we fished for a while with her stick in the crack of my door till we finally unlocked it, like those pincher hand games in the front of Denny's where the claw drops to grab a toy, but you never can retrieve the toy, but we did it, we opened the door. last night went out with my boss and we went out and were dancing. and we felt fabulous and bonded, "Youre such a good dance!" my boss had no idea and we took over that place, chatting it up with everyone. I told the DJ if he needed to go to the bathroom I would take over the turntables. what was i thinking? he looked at me "yah right" i'm sure he was saying inside. then i said to myself later.
The moral of the story is that i was feeling blue when i went up to the city, and now i came back just super contenta.