The Best Weekend

I just had the best weekend I've had in awhile. My beautiful friends get the credit! First, on Friday evening P. sent me a message asking if he could get last minute box seats to CSN, would I drive up to the Woodlands? "Does Suite Judy have blue eyes???" I sent back. Hell yeah! I raced home, changed clothes, and got my ass up there toot suite! We dropped my car off and went to the Pavilion in the Mercedes and got VIP parking, VIP entrance, VIP wristbands, and relaxed and drank and ate in the VIP lounge/restaurant/bar. I had a frozen Peach Bellini. CSN opened with an acoustic set and our seats were great. Not up against the stage but still great and they were private box seats so very comfortable. The harmonies! Stephen Stills! A wonderful Houston summer night! After the concert P. and I went back to the VIP bar and had more drinks and just hung out and talked. I got home after midnight!

So much for doing that online class on Saturday since I had to sleep in and then rush to pick up li'l bro for The Open Road movie event in the late morning. It was filmed much in Houston--I hadn't realized that. Even several scenes at Li'l Bro's place of employement, St. Luke's hospital. The movie was ok. The director/writer and a producer were there and they did Q&A which is always cool!

Then Li'l bro came home with me and moved S's stuff as far away from me in the house for the time being. After dropping him back off, I began my online class but was interrupted by R. coming over with chocolate coffee cake and for a viewing of the latest Project Runway! (Hey, I know where my priorities lie.) Then it was time to get ready to go to the AV Swap, where I got to see the short video starring R. as a trashy assassin and me and Mudflap as cops. It was mucho fun and quite hilarious!

Finally, time to rush home to meet L., who was in town from Austin and who was going to be staying with me and also game enough to join me on all my late Saturday night adventures! First we went to the opening of the Bamboo Lounge where we danced for 4 songs, then split to see Rozz's band playing at Dan's. We got home after 3am--always the sign of an awesome Saturday night!

Slept 'til 12:30pm yesterday and was finally resigned to finish that damn online class and realized a patrol shift would be totally out of the question. However--a late afternoon break with Li'l bro to go see The Hurt Locker was imperative! HOLY CRAP was it good. Scorsese-esque in its horror and beauty! I demand that Katheryn Bigelow be the first female director to get the Oscar!!!

Last night L. made a beautiful shrimp salad for dinner for us and I even ate a lot of it. I've lost almost 10 lbs. in the past 2 weeks though. Normally I would not mind that but I am worried it is mostly muscle, dammit. I finally finished the online class after midnight, so I will get to keep my peace officer license, yay! Tonight is the monthly sheriff Reserve meeting where unfortunately I may have to be in the same room with S. As long as he leaves me the fuck alone then I'll be more than happy to do the same.

Blues Jam Fun

Last night was great. P. met me at Dan's and I had my flask full of strawberry vodka and we just hung out, caught up, sat outside, and visited with many old musician pals that neither of us had seen in way too long. After I had two oj's and vodka I was persuaded to sign up to play and later they put me and P. up together. We had a so-so drummer so it was a little shaky but that's all in good fun at the blues jams! I saw so many old friends, which was SO great! We are friends on Facebook but that's not nearly as good as seeing them, giving them hugs, catching up in person.

Still trying to find the right lawyer. I've had numerous phone consultations and today I'm going to go see an old musician friend-turned lawyer. Last night I took S's sheriff stuff over to Mudflap's and also more of his clothes so I can get them out of my sight. A lot of his stuff I am also putting in the dining room and shutting the door. I have sold some stuff via Craigslist too as S told me to go ahead and do so upcoming bills can be paid. I resent having to do all the legwork involved, but whatever. He is still being a pussy and not responding to my latest emails/texts.

Anyway, I got the best gift I have gotten in a long time yesterday in the mail from Brandon: Satellite radio! He knows I have a satellite radio fetish and that is the sign of a true friend, that remembers what you love and gets it for you when the time is right! (R. Roo is also that kind of true friend!) Mudflap saw it when I was over at his house and he jumped in my car and ran the wires and set it all up for me since I hadn't figured it out yet. I am JAMMIN' now! Any kind of music station you could want, and NPR all day long now if I want too!

This weekend is jam packed--why am I not surprised? Tomorrow I absolutely have to sit my ass down and take an online class and if I don't do it, I will lose my Texas peace officer license on Tuesday. This is serious! I just haven't gotten around to doing it, so Saturday is the day! However Saturday will also be interrupted by trekking downtown to see this new movie The Open Road and the director and producer will be there and there will be Q&A so I MUST go! Later on Saturday L. says she will come visit with me and we'll go do whatever and there is so much to do I don't even know where to start and yes it all involves live music! Sunday: I must do a patrol shift. I'll do the 2p-10p. Then: Monday again! But at least I have satellite radio to lighten and brighten up my days!

Trips! Adventures! Fun!

October: ACL Fest to see Levon!!!!!!! Be still my heart. L. will also join me, she says.
November: Dallas/Denton with Bean. We will visit lots of old friends and then come back to Houston to hang out/party!
April: Tito J.'s Las Vegas Birthday party! Theme: "Pleasure and Treasure." That will be a Hoot with a capital H!
Latter 2010: AFRICA. With Brandon. To see J1, J2, and little J3! Plenty of time to renew my passport! (Can you renew it after it's been expired 8 years?)

Frustration with Attorneys

I have now spoken to 4 attorneys and am waiting for 3 of them to call me back. I basically am trying to find one that has the right price and the right temperament for this job. I still don't know about the annulment, but a couple of them have told me they don't think my situation qualifies. It fucking sucks, man.

And people have all kinds of advice and words of wisdom for me, on top of that. One attorney said "When you've already been digging a deep hole, in order to stop getting deeper... stop digging."

Last night was tough. No one called me to check on me. We all know Adela is big and bad and tough but I am still having to adjust to being alone now. I went to the grocery store after Job #2 which was a little sad. Tonight I'm going to Target to get household supplies with my 10% coupon. But now when I get home, since I'm still not eating much, I pretty much just sit on the couch, read the mail, watch TV. I did color my hair last night though--darker of course.

I did make plans to go the blues jam on Thurs. night with P. and that will be fun. But today's only Tuesday... sigh.

Bitterness

This blog is gonna be bitter for awhile, in between bouts of jubilation at my new improved life. But I am thinking about all the important events in my life that S could not be bothered to go to with me and fun things that I loved to do that he had absolutely no interest in. I was looking at the day planner I keep in my purse and just from January of this year you could see that I went ALONE to the majority of fun things on my agenda. Sure, sometimes the reason he had for not attending was work--but then, I always managed to arrange my work schedule for him when he needed me (he was sick, picking up his child, etc.) There were a few items I went to with my friends or brother. The things he came with me to? MINIMAL. But here's a sampling of the many things where things he didn't join me.

1. Meeting my best friends, J2 and Bean, New Years in New Orleans
2. family reunion this year
   
3. Dinner with my best college friends, including one visiting from JAPAN, in December
   
4. Sonny Landreth concert at the Continental Club (I went alone)
5. Hacienda brothers concert at the Continental Club (I went alone)
6. I-Fest (though I dragged his daughter along with me many times or I went alone)
7. documentary at the MFAH (I went alone)
8. friend's birthday party at the Continental Club (I went alone)
9. accordion concert and documentary (I went alone)
10. Job #2 holiday party (I went alone)
11. Job #1 holiday party in 2007 (I went alone)
12. several Houston film community workshops/events this year (I went alone)
13. several marriage counseling sessions (I went alone)

And this is just the shit I'm remembering right now, without the benefit of having my planner to consult. But oh sure, in his defense he went to a few things with me:

1. J. Fu's wedding, where he refused to dance with me and I ended up dancing just with Tito J.
2. The Iguanas at the Continental Club, where he spent 30 min. in the bathroom (probably talking on the phone to Mano) and then sat for 5 songs and then went to go sleep in the car and later got mad at me when I told him I had danced with my friend Johnny.
3. "Our" Karoake birthday party this year where he stayed for about an hour then left early
   
4. Our other Karoake birthday party back in 2006 where he stayed for maybe an hour and a half and then left early

And then there were so many things I went to that I took his daughter to where he couldn't or didn't want to join us, there's no point in even listing them here. They're all in the blog over the past 4 years anyway.

"Times Is Hard"

Although they could be worse! The rough days surrounding me are tempered by my wonderful friends, as they always have been, as they always will be. Saturday was drama-filled b/c S is one of the biggest drama queens around and always has been, but again, it coulda been worse.

It was raining like a Big MF'er on Friday night and li'l bro was trapped at a restaurant so I just went home and figured I'd pick him up on Sat. morning. S was actually, unbelievably finally responding to my text messages about when he was gonna come get his shit on Saturday but he said he wouldn't have a truck 'til 2. Well I had told him he needed to be out by noon but didn't tell him that's b/c I had changed the locks and needed time to get ready to get on the road to San Antonio. But I agreed to give him between "2-3" to get his shit out and told li'l bro I'd come get him around 11am.

Picked li'l bro up at 12:30 b/c I was running late, as always, then we headed to Spec's to get my booze for the San Antonio trip. Then my phone rang--it was S saying he was already at the house and why were the locks changed? I, pissed off now, yelled that he was supposed to call me before he came over and so what if the locks were changed? Call the cops and tell them the locks were changed, I dared him! So now we had to rush back to my house which pissed me off even more and yes, I was getting angrier and angrier by the minute since R. and T. had also agreed to walk over and stand by while S carted off his belongings and got out of my life. So now I had to hurry and call them, and then S called back asking my ETA and I said I was on my way and that I needed to know who he had there to help him get his shit. He said his stepdad and Mano, to which I said that Mano is welcome in my house, but S's stepdad was NOT to come into my house. S is all like, it's still OUR house and I repeated, your stepdad is NOT coming into my house or I'm calling the cops. And my big objection to the stepdad (besides the fact that I totally disrespect him for having been married *5* times) is that he of course backed up S's batshit bitchy mom all this time when she and I were feuding!

Li'l bro and I pulled up and saw that there were 3 HPD units there already--S had called them--GOOD!!! They said they were just gonna stand by while S got his shit and my bro was even gonna help S carry shit out just so S would be gone asap. I couldn't watch very much of this b/c I didn't want to be psychologically damaged later so I just tried to stay out of the way in the master bedroom and make sure he didn't take any of the things I had told him he couldn't take. But this just shows yet again how stupid S is b/c when you call the cops to stand by for a DDP (domestic dispute prevention)--and yes, I've done several of these myself--the cops are not gonna stand there all day while you box up shit and move furniture! What we always tell people is, "Ok, the person who is leaving, you've got 10 minutes to pack up some clothes and things you need for work and then you need to leave and call a lawyer. And if we have to come back here again then EVERYONE is going to jail!" And that's just a threat we leave them with letting them know that we don't have time to deal with domestic bullshit (because this is all a civil matter anyway) and that they just need to stay away from each other so there's no threat of domestic violence and if we have to come back and deal with them we're gonna be pissed off and they don't want that!

Anyway, so b/c S was stupid and called the cops he and Mano and my brother were grabbing clothes and stuff in their arms and trying to carry shit out like that. Whereas if S had cooperated with me and come from 2-3 like I had told him, he could've had a whole hour to get all his shit and get out of my house! Finally one of the cops asked would I let Mano get some trash bags and I said yes, just to move the process along faster. It was so ridiculous! And of course meant that he left 1/2 of his clothes behind, some of his Reserves gear and "his" furniture that I had told him he could take. Plus all his wrestling DVD's, which means that I have to now keep looking at that shit which I don't want to be doing.

But at least he's now mostly out and my bro got the gate clicker back from him. Bro offered to come and pack up the rest of his shit so it'll be good and ready to get out one final time and also move S's clothes out of the master bedroom so I don't have to be looking at it. R. offered to come over and get the 2nd bedroom cleared out since S left all his child's decorations there and toys and stuff--though he DID get all her clothes. B/c it's also hard for me to keep seeing that bedroom as it was.

After everyone left li'l bro and I went to sell the wedding rings so I could get them out of my sight too. I didn't get nearly as much $ as I paid for them but I won't have to visit the ATM anytime soon, so that's good. Then since I hadn't eaten all day (still have that non-eating break-up thing going on) we went to a gourmet cupcake place and had cupcakes and tea. Then I raced home and feeling like Anne Frank, grabbed some clothes, raced outta there and picked up J. and we headed to San Antonio for 24-hours of fun!!!!

And yes, San Antonio was fun and healing. Tito J.'s crazy friends came over and we had a lovely dinner party, followed by a round of Outburst and later, dancing at a club which I hadn't done in eons! L. drove down from Austin for the festivities and we all made plans to do in the near future: Six Flags in Dallas, Fiesta in San Antonio, and L. will do ACL Fest with me in October.

So now I'm back and just trying to get the last lawyer I spoke with to call me back and figure out my next best steps. I can move S's stuff a little at a time, not very much at once or I start losing it. But last night I was able to clear out the downstairs bathroom of all his stuff and also packed up some more of his stuff so I don't have to see it anymore. I'm also struggling trying to get through the nights, which is hard of course. Especially without wine and valium since I am trying to remain as clear-headed as possible.

He is Outta Here

At Job#2. Leaving soon to go pick up li'l bro who will stay with me tonight and provide moral support tomorrow when S comes and picks up all his shit. I don't think I will be able to bear to watch and will have to seclude myself in the master bedroom, which means I'll have to empty out the 2 closets in there of his belongings tonight.

I had the locks changed today ($90+) and spoke to another attorney who is going to look into the annulment thing. But after speaking with him this morning he still has not called me back. Have I mentioned how much I hate attorneys? Oh not today, I haven't. Anyway, this attorney who is a former LEO asked me why I am so adament about getting the annulment and I explained that I don't believe in divorce--I did not get married just so I could get divorced later!!! I do NOT want to be a divorcee, that is not a fair label for me! And I burst into tears while telling him this.

I'm just looking forward to having S OUT of my house and my life ASAP, the sooner the better. And J. is coming with me to San Antonio tomorrow so that'll be so much fun. I have to go pick up a big bottle of Malibu Coconut Rum since Tito J.'s instructions are just to bring your favorite drink! I haven't had a bottle of that in a long time and had asked for some for Christmas, but didn't get it of course since #1, "we" couldn't afford it and #2, my gifts from him were always crappy anyway and rarely what I really wanted.

Misery and Glee

Being here at home alone is sad. I thought I had a family of my own to share it with. Yet I know that I'll feel very comfortable and happy here again, it's just gonna take time. I wish I could already be on the other side but of course you can never rush that.

But the thing I keep coming back to is how much more money I'm gonna have from now on to do all kinds of fun stuff and go on all kinds of great adventures and do a lot of wonderful things for myself. I'm already planning a trip to San Antonio this Saturday to party with Tito J. and other friends. Bean called and we will do some kind of trip together in the fall, perhaps to Denton. (Bean said, "There's this reception that's kind of expensive so maybe we won't go to that." I asked "How much?" Bean said, "Probably $30." Me: "SHIT! I'll buy your ticket for you! Let's do it!" I could never afford that before this week!) Also, Brandon is ready to do the Savannah trip that I've been dying to do for the past 13 years!

Yet I can barely force myself to be gathering the things here that belong to S and his daughter so he can pack it all up on Saturday. I still have a lot of anger and resentment towards the con game he pulled on me but at times, of course my heart will soften for just a minute if certain fleeting thoughts flutter in and out and then I'll get pissed off at myself for letting myself be vulnerable to such self-indulgent bullshit. Yes--I am BITTER.

And yet, it's fun to imagine all the things I can do now: buy new sheets, buy new lamps, buy new bathmats, do a little painting (or spray painting), redo the carpet upstairs, pay cash for my next car, open the Roth IRA I've been wanting to do, etc. etc.! Buying a new gun!!! But I NEVER could do these things b/c HE COST ME SO MUCH MONEY. There are SO many possibilities for me now and I've got MYSELF back and MY life back.

But there's a whole bunch of stuff that still makes my heart break--however I still keep going to back to the overwhelming feeling of being so fucking pissed at the 4 1/2 years I wasted on him. I did see "our" counselor tonight and I am going to continue seeing her so she can help me through this.

Oh My God! I am SOOOOOOOOOOO looking forward to not having to drive all the way up north to deal with his child anymore--picking her up from school, dropping her off on Sundays, fighting with the school to keep us informed. Jesus, that always stressed me out SO much!!! That long, horrible, traffic-filled drive, the wear and tear on my car and psyche, the valuable time that was MINE that was lost! That alone is such a weight lifted off of me. (And do I really need to mention how much joy the fact that I will NEVER see the whore and dickhead again has brought me??? That alone has bought me lots of shiny, happy, good mental health points!)

So I've already cleaned out my car of S and his child's stuff. I got the upstairs bathroom ready to go with a pile of their stuff too and in the morning I'm changing the locks. I spoke to an attorney tonight and need to call another one in the morning and I have been advised that if S will agree to the annulment and sign whatever I ask him to sign so that can be facilitated, it will be much cheaper and easier on everyone. S sent 1 text to say he will bring a truck on Saturday to get all his shit. I'm trying to get li'l bro to come over and stay with me while that's going on. S still is not talking to me but continues to ignore me and hide behind texts and emails like the big pussy he's always been. I want to attempt to sell the wedding ring asap. I want this done and over with so bad, I wish the damn papers could've been filed on Monday.

Remember When

Hurricane Ike hit us almost a year ago and S abandoned me b/c he couldn't stand the heat since we were without A/C. I bought him a PSP and a couple of movies and games and some comedy CD's and a book on CD (that he never listened to) so he could be entertained and he still split, leaving me alone in our house at night by myself.

Question: What kind of man does that???
Answer: Not much of a man. That is for sure.

Hang Me in Rags

Rough days are here, that is fo' sho'. I had to take today off from Job #1 since I am not sleeping well and need to care gently for myself these days. Also "S" as I am now referring to him including throughout this blog (I don't abide by revisionist history but he never was a "DH" in the sense of either word so that term where it has always referred to him is GONE now from my entire blog) cannot be trusted to abide by my wishes where the property in MY house that *I* paid for is concerned so I felt the need to stick around today to keep an eye on things. I have now given him notice that he is not to come around and he is banned from MY property until he agrees to see eye to eye with me--and I am being VERY fair. Trust me.

I was telling Mudflap today that I got very little out of this sham marriage. Oh, S got a whole bunch! He got a house; 2 cars; a motorcycle; a $30,000 custody battle paid for; being put through the UH academy; admission to the Reserves; all kinds of cell phones (I'm still using the same one from over 2 yrs ago though!); the XBOX he wanted; the PSP he wanted; the PS2 he wanted; the GPS he wanted; more clothes than even I own; countless trips to GameStop; his child taken care of by me or my friends and family probably about 75% of the time we had her (I do NOT think I'm exaggerating); the flat screen TV he wanted; expensive wrestling pay per views; MY credit cards; his errands run for him; his grocery shopping done; good God man, I can't even bear to list anymore...

Yet he couldn't be bothered to come to my family reunion; other family events on my side; my favorite events like music concerts, festivals, cultural events/places; see the movies I wanted to see; watch the tv shows I wanted to watch; any errands I asked him to run for me were met with resentment; never invited me to come hang out with his friends or come to their houses; refused to come hang out with my friends or come to their houses; unfairly put so many things first before me such as his child, his mother, his job, and himself, whereas I ALWAYS put HIM before everything and everyone in MY life. I can't go on--I'm getting sick to my fucking stomach.

The good thing is that I have finally and truly identified the pattern in my life. Who else does the above sound like (except for the having a child part)? MARVIN. My college boyfriends. LSK. You name the fucker I've had a serious relationship with and it always goes like this. Holy shit, this is a MAJOR revelation for me! And I'm so fucking relieved to have made it! Because... NO MORE. Nuh-uh. Ain't happening again. Like HELL. Anyone else that is going to attempt to be brave and man enough to come across my path in the future better be prepared to kiss my ass and my feet (which is actually how S treated me in the very beginning, to his great resentment later) and I am not putting up with any more crap like baby mama's and disturbing family drama. And I am not shelling out a single dime on anyone's behalf, ever. The pattern ends NOW.

"Oh, Adela!" some may say, "You ain't never gonna find someone perfect like that! You should consider lowering your standards and lightening up a little!" To which I answer: FUCK THAT. "If love is a red dress, then hang me in rags. If love is aces, then give me the jack. If love is shelter, I'm gonna walk in the rain!"

Thing I Love That he hated

or also made fun of or refused to participate in with me or even called "retarded".

1. documentaries
2. jazz
3. Cheech and Chong
4. Spinal Tap
5. reading books
6. Borat
7. Levon Helm's voice
8. going to concerts and standing right up front and dancing by the stage
   
9. social drinking
10. watching PBS
11. watching 20/20 and Dateline, etc.
12. Dave Ramsey
13. Italian food
14. Mel Brooks
15. silly movies like Airplane!, Naked Gun, etc.
16. blues jams
17. Will and Grace
18. Frasier
19. art museums
20. accordion music
21. indie movies with intelligent dialogue
    

And I bet I could keep going on and on but I think this shows the picture clearly.

Fraud

Fraud is an intentional deception made for personal gain.

I am getting my marriage annulled on grounds of fraud. I will be meeting with legal counsel tomorrow hopefully.

This is no rash decision. This is at least 9 months in the making since I found out last November that he has been lying to me since day 1. No amount of marriage counseling can fix what never should have been.

Monday Night Good Times

My first love, RB, came into town this past weekend for his 20th high school reunion. (Mine is next year. Will I go? I HATED the 10th reunion! BO-ring! I dunno, he had fun at his 20th so I'm actually considering going to mine.) Anyway, he was busy all weekend with reunion stuff and I was busy all weekend with the baby, so we got together on Monday night since he was flying back to NYC already on Tuesday morning. We decided to meet at Sambuca to hear some jazz, specifically a bass player friend of his from high school.

I got there earlier than RB b/c he was trying to run around and say hi to several other people before he even got to me! I sat at the bar and ordered a bunch of munchies, including these lamb meatballs that cost $3/meatball! Worth it! Also I had 2 glasses of Riesling so I was feeling pretty good by the time RB arrived. We haven't seen each other since 2003 when I went up to NY to go see Levon! But he looked the same, I looked the same, I have to admit time has been mostly good to both of us. I know part of the reason is because neither of us have birthed any kids!

I cannot believe he is some kind of NYPD cop b/c you would never guess it. He is still goofy and young at heart and sweet and seems harmless although he does enjoy going to fetish parties! Anyway, we had a good time together, so much so that I wasn't ready to say goodbye and so I dragged him to the Continental Club where my friends' band was playing. We shut the place down!!! And we promised to not let another 6 years go by without seeing each other. He has almost convinced me to meet him at Burning Man one of these years, for example!

I'm just glad I still keep in touch with my very first love and we are still friends after all these years. He was even sweet enough to ask that I call him immediately in case I ever get divorced. Not that either of those things will happen, but it was very sweet. S was only a little perturbed when I got home so late but he got over it.

New Blog Address

Now that I am all over the Internet 2.0 with my nickname "Bella Adela" as opposed to my real name, I decided I better change the address of this blog so my coworkers/business associates don't decide to get clever and do a search on me and find this most personal window into my deepest and sometimes disturbing thoughts! The blog now has the URL depjustice.blogspot.com/. Since I'm a deputy that dispenses justice, of course!

That is all, carry on.

Scraped and Banged

It's amazing what one hour of Krav Maga class can do. The deadly Sgt. S is organizing a monthly series of KM classes up at the academy and of course, I was happily there this past Saturday. I was the only chick, OF COURSE. You're not hard-core, unless you live hard-core! Anyway, there were only about 5 other of my fellow Reserve deputies there too. I was mostly paired up for drills with this guy I really like, as he's on the Warrants team, agreed to let me interview him for my doc, and is a medical student. But he's tall and skinny so when we were doing defensive moves against each other both our skinny arms were like bone on bone banging against each other so I spent the whole weekend totally in pain from the elbows down. I also scraped my knuckles when doing punches so they hurt now too and I keep trying to avoid having them touch anything (do you realize how often your knuckles touch things?!?) and on top of that, I stupidly didn't cut my fingernails before attempting to take this class and scratched my own lip and also somehow wrenched my ankle doing God knows what. I loved every minute of KM class!

So this past weekend was mostly great. The baby gave us some trouble though, and I sense a transition coming quickly from "baby" to "tween." The horror. When I picked her up on Friday she kept saying "Awesome" and I found out she's back in daycare over there so I'm sure she's picking up some annoying habits from other kids. I am trying to remember what an annoying tween and teenager I was, so I'm trying not to resent her too much for, I guess, just following the natural order of things. But she gave her Auntie R. some attitude while I was at KM class which pissed me off royally and I had to really let the baby have it with a good lecture. S did the same when he got home from work (though not to my satisfaction, as he never does) and she got several privileges revoked this weekend. Kids!!! I feel new gray hairs growing already. And I also had to buy a new box of wine on Saturday.

Tonight I am looking forward to hanging with my first love, RB. He's in town for his 20th high school reunion (mine is next year--same high school) and is leaving tomorrow to go back to NYC where he's an illustrious member of the NYPD, so tonight we're gonna get together for drinks and jazz just like we used to, 21 years ago! (Well, except for the drinks part 21 years ago. Back then we just got together for jazz and Brown Chicken Brown Cow!)

Errol Morris Intimidates Me

and yet, I can't help but notice how many FREAKIN' ACTORS he uses in his documentaries!!! Don't get me wrong, his many reenactments are beautiful works of art, but damn... that's a lot of ACTORS to be putting in your DOCUMENTARY! As we all know, I can't stand actors. They were the most annoying of my classmates at the performing arts high school--them and the dancers, who were all dumb.

I went with the Chief and the Major yesterday to view some footage that a local mega-church film crew has shot of us Reserves while working some special assignments. They even got footage of me putting my beloved shotgun "Vasquez" in the back of a Tahoe. (The Chief: "There's Adela with the heavy artillery!") I'm happy to say I've been told that I can use whatever of this footage I want for MY film and I will take them up on that offer since they are only using this stuff for a little video they're making for our upcoming Reserves appreciation dinner this fall. That means the public will not see the footage, therefore I can use it! And some of it is very nice, too. I am really grateful.

So far I am stalled on my latest footage however. My brother is having a hard time transferring the tapes to my hard drive due to reformatting issues and it is driving me batshit. I cannot work on this new footage until that is done and then Auntie R.'s husband, Uncle T., can transfer the file to DVD so I can start my work. I want to scream. Serenity now.

Lots of other cool things have happened lately: Auntie R.'s great housewarming party last weekend; Tito J. coming to town and meeting us down on the beach on Sunday; getting along with S for the most part these days; upcoming Krav Maga classes put on FREE by the deadly Sgt. Schmidt! All I have to do is get my ass up to the academy--quite a damn drive, yes, but the classes are FREE! The first one is this Saturday and S is gonna try to go with me. Fun!