be a good bunny, won't you?

this year marks the third annual el compadre's easter: tequila, the resurrection, & you! since seamus asked me to marry him after many margaritas at this restaurant, u2 blaring in the background, we commemorate this happy day by revisiting this special spot.

early dinner begins at 4p and meanders. it is our luck that our dearest, most talented friend alexandra gibson is having her gallery opening of erotic photography that evening at the normandie room in weho. all photos will be custom framed & for sale. there will be women on small stages for immediate enjoyment. festivities there begin at 8p.

come & join us! it is the happiest time of year. for once, i have put the past to rest.

no, really. i have. i may be a historian, but the person i am now doesn't reference my past. it just happened one day. strange, that.

in the grand tradition of non sequiturs

after reading earthtorachel's post on valentine's day, i thought i would mention mine.

the video above has nothing to do with it, really - i just had to post it as i laughed like an asshole when i watched it.

on the eve of lupercalia & the feast day of st. valentine my husband & i were drinking a few beers. once he noticed i was a little tipsy, he told me that he had innocently misplaced his wedding ring. i wasn't even the slighly bit mad as i could read his expression & it claimed absolute contrition. he was quite possibly the sweetest thing i have ever seen in that instant. seamus was worried that he had ruined our first valentine's day as a married couple. [!!!] that means: i love my husband.

the next day at work he searched all over, later finding it on the package weighing scale & thus, saving the day!

we celebrated with a baby cheese pizza from pink elephant & a bottle of pinot noir. this life, this life is good.

& that was my st. valentine's day. i curtsey.

i am a grizzly in bed

weekends are for lovers.

after the psycho drama at work this week - peter quit! - & general money woes, i somehow managed to get the ENTIRE weekend off & enjoy quality time with my wonderful husband. sweet jesus. perhaps i haven't been so forthcoming with the fact that i work all the time? no joke. sixty hours a week. mondays off. it is insanely frustrating, spirit crushing, & insulting. why don't i quit, you ask? oh, how i wish i were independently wealthy! wouldn't that be a greasy feather in my hat? sadly, in this overtly consumerist society, my masters in medieval history is as good as confederate scrip.

so, where was i?

friday: i met my man at the bus stop, sunset & western. though i have no glasses, i can tell his shadowy figure by the signature gait. "oh, that is most certainly seamus." we laugh & smile, board the bus to the echo. our friend mikel's band - the airborne toxic event - played with the deadly syndrome & another local band. both named were tight. deadly syndrome singer has a preened falsetto that pays tribute to jeff buckley; they also have an accordion player. nice evening. heffenweizen & lemons.

saturday: woke in the early morning light & lounged in bed. seamus & i walked through los feliz, stopping in stores, holding hands. he bought the shirt from y-que that reads: "pluto: never forget". we petit-dejeunered at le figaro on vermont: cheese plate with walnut & apricot bread; a parmentier of garlic mashed potatoes, sauteed spinach, and mushrooms!; two glasses of vacqueyras.

in search of a haircut we went to rudy's. of course, the wait was long so we just sat there and enjoyed fugazi's repeater. it was lovely to be together in the afternoon.

last night we went to our friend jenny's miami vice birthday party at mj higgins. i came as miss conduct & wore a velvet leopard print mini dress, black pumps, red lips, & big hair. seamus donned a lovely pink collared shit and paired it with a black blazer & pants. he looks wonderful in pink; violet, too. i participated in the pageant & threw a handful of flour into the hair, spinning in my faux-coke storm. i was winona ryder dancing in a sea of nicaraguan snowflakes. pictures, soon.

today: after awaking in the late morning, seamus & i went down to safari sam's for a beer & the game on a jumbo-tron. we realized that we were not in the mood to be in public and returned home. much snackiness ensued. veggie corndogs & amstel light = happiness.

also, poor zz manked in her own house today after being accidentally denied access to the litter box. manky cat!

now: i am making good on my self-promised increase in post production. so!

it would be wonderful of you

after receiving a lovely write up in a few music blogs, radars to the sky will be playing their ep release show at el cid. come one, come all. drink & dance. show me what you are made of.

&, if you have nothing to do this evening - you should come down to the echo to see our friends the airborne toxic event. catch a glimpse before they explode.