blog post cheating.

The last month and a half or so has been pretty crazy. Started a new job, went to New Orleans to watch my dawgs get annihilated, hosted a great party for a referendum I'm passionate about, and now finally have a free weekend to just do nothing except watch football and fantasize about our future house and dog. I've also been catching up on my health appointments- now that I have health insurance (thanks to King County tax payers- thank you all), I've been able to get a glasses prescription and steady appointments with a chiropractor. I just need to go to the dentist and I'll be caught up on the last 5+ years.

Our party was fantastic- we had more than enough donated food from La Costa Mexican Restaurant and delicious Ninkasi IPA, and a wonderful cupcake display from Trophy Cupcakes. Whole Foods even gave us a gift card, so we were able to buy wine. DJ Tungz blew my mind and had me dancing weird in a good way.  Still waiting on the final donation totals, but I think we are at right about $1000. If you didn't make it but still want to donate, or if you made it and didn't donate- please do so online. the link is https://secure.qgiv.com/hobnob/team/11954.

I totally skipped over our trip to New Orleans because I was all hung up on advertising the party, but it was fantastic. So hot and so much fun. I totally fell in love with the city, and couldn't get over the food. The food! It was so so good. Tailgating in Baton Rouge is like tailgating on another planet. They have so much space and it is so hot- almost punishingly hot. People yell "Tiger bait, Tiger bait, Tiger bait!" at you, and then they offer you gumbo they are cooking in a huge pot on a teeny tiny stove. We lost horribly- but if there's a place to lose horribly, it might as well be Louisiana, where one can open a beer, then stumble down the street  and lament in the loss.

We paid a cab driver to take us to see the Katrina damage and rehabilitation. It was pretty sobering. Our cab driver was an 80-something year old man, had lived in New Orleans for over 60 years, and could tell us all about the Lower 9th Ward and how the city is still being affected. I didn't take pictures- didn't want to make a spectacle of misfortune- but I don't think I needed to. Where there used to be houses are only concrete rectangles in the middle of overgrown grass. I feel like I should end this pragraph saying something like "It really made me grateful for everything I have," but when people say stuff like that they are trying to reconcile both the guilt and relief they have for not living amongst wreckage. I hate that kind of self-righteousness. Seeing all of that didn't make me grateful- it made me really sad.

Andres and I will find out in the next couple of weeks exactly what kind of house he can buy so we can settle and save money at the same time. This apartment we are living in is sucking the money out of us. Oh and then we can get a dog!

Sorry for the modge podge of information in one blog post. I know it's cheating.