Trick or Treat

So Halloween was AMAZINGLY fun. Totally different than last year, mainly because I remember the whole night, but nevertheless it was delightfully entertaining. I worked in the morning, which wasn't so bad because it was only for four hours (haha...ONLY four hours...and that's a treat!). Afterwards, I called my buddy Megan from work to hang out. We walked around the city, did a few errands (me being dressed up in my giddup). I lost my camera and I have been desperately been searching for it and I think it's at a place called Lea in the LES, but what's pissing me off is that I've called that freaking place every day at random hours and they NEVER answer. I even went there that day with Megan and they weren't open...they weren't open during the middle of a brunch?! WTF?! So anyway, we decided to get brunch at Dukes.

Now I've only had brunch twice in my life. The first time was with my sis, Graham, Beth and Chris. We went to Dukes because they have for $10 all you can drink. No joke. The first time I had bloody's all day with a benedict (first time and it was DELICIOUS). So I wanted that again. I went there and they changed the menu...and of course the benedict was removed. First of all, benedicts are STAPLES for brunch. Why would you get rid of the benedict?! I mean, get rid of the burrito rather than the benedict because that isn't a menu item that pops into my head when I think of brunch. Whatever, I got the burrito instead and ordered my bloody mary's. It was a good time with Megan, but she was a little anxious about working that night, so we left to head to her place to get ready. Well, it was honestly her getting ready and me helping her. Then I had like ten minutes to get ready..but whatever, I didn't really care much. My costume was simple.

We eventually left her place after a few YouTube videos, Rose wine and accent mockery. We arrive early to her shift, which is at the Standard the place we mutually work together, but she was working Bingo. Bingo is this shenanigan that Standard hosts every Sunday night and let me tell you, it is off the chain. Well, it was-don't know how it'll be like now since the main guy behind it will no longer be doing it anymore. We go in the back and pop open a bottle and drink merrily before the show gets on. The theme for the workers was Masquerade, surprise surprise. Honestly though Megan looked SO good, she made her costume from actual clothing and pieced it together and her mask was gorgeous. The other girls were beautiful too, but Megan put a lot of thought into her costume. That night they also hired two burlesque cabaret dancers to entertain during the night. Bingo may sound like an old fart event, but not at the Standard. There's a live DJ, a hilarious bingo auctioneer, dancing, boozing, schmoozing, naughty partaying going on. No joke. People get naked or nearly naked, people dance on tables, free booze is given out, prizes are given out and just a bunch of drunken debauchery happens. This is why I attend.

I was mildly perturbed because there was a fleeting moment that I was under the impression I may be working bingo rather than be a drunken spectator. Fortunately, that didn't pan out because I wouldn't have wanted to work that crazy sh*t show. As I mentioned earlier, I was an equestrian rider, and boy did my costume work out better than I planned. I literally just used clothes I had in my closet and spent $6 for a riding crop (which was later confiscated by my manager for naughty times later with his gentleman). I didn't rrreeaallllyyy drink much that night, but I did have a few drinks. I had just been up since 4am that morning so I don't know how I mulled the energy to last all night long. Literally.

After bingo, a bunch of us went to a bar that I believe our co-worker owns or something called Welcome to the Johnson's or something similar. Jonathan was bartending that night and oh my goodness...his costume was spot on. He was Darth Maul! He had the make-up and wardrobe and everything...I honestly didn't even recognize him! Aliza, my roomie and I were chilling with our mutual co-workers as well and mingling with new people. We met some interesting folks to say the least.

We were rowdy, we were fun, we had a great time. However, we pooped out after 6am. 6 AM! I had been up for 26 hours straight by then! Can you believe that?! I am pretty sure that's a first for me. I know, I am lame-don't hate. The others were still going out though! They were going to a diner and were trying to get us to go, but I just couldn't muster the energy nor desire to continue the party. We take a taxi home and reach home just before the chimes struck 7am. I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open!

Surprisingly enough, I woke up at 11am wide awake. And didn't go to bed that night until like 1am again. My body sure takes a beating...poor thing. It was worth it though. I had an amazing time. I wonder how your Halloween was?

Keep Holding On

I'm so blah today and I don't know why. It is literally GORGEOUS outside and I'm too lazy to do anything. There really isn't anything I need to do that requires being outside, it'd just be me forcing to go outside and I am highly opposed to force. So I have the window wide open and the front door open to get the Autumn air delight while I perch upon out oak green couch and blog with my delicious Persian chai next to me.

It's rained yesterday which was unusual and frankly unwelcomed because when it rains out comes the mosquitoes and let me tell you people, they had a feast on me in the middle of the night.

Things are slightly weird for me right now. My mortality is becoming more and more of a prominent aspect, which I believe comes with age as well as trauma (a joke and yet not a joke). When you're younger, it appeared to me that my group of friends and I were relatively happy. I don't really remember deep and dark depression from my fellow mates, however during the university years depression become more known. I knew people who'd hurt themselves or had to be put on medicine. I've even known some who O.D.'d. However, I never really knew anyone who straight up deliberately ended their life. However, in the past year I've known of 3 people who ended their lives and 1 attempted to. This is just so insane to me. Insane because I wish they didn't. It's so sad. It makes me grateful. I shouldn't even say grateful because these kids all had good homes, but there was just something dark in their hearts and I, in a way, ache for them. Ache because they deserved to feel the joy of living.

I'm not writing this blog to be all preachy, because I have no right to do that. I am merely writing what I am thinking at the moment and because a death was just this past Monday, so it's relatively fresh on the brain.

On a lighter note, I am super keen that Halloween is this weekend. So after much procrastination I decided to start thinking about my costume. I am surprised how little I thought about Halloween this year. By now I would've already carved like five pumpkins, decorated the place, been blaring Halloween music and have had my costume worn in my room several times so that it was perfected for the night of. Not this year. I guess it comes with age? Or the fact that I've been lackadaisical lately. Whatever the reason, I am starting late. I went through many options in my head. My sister suggested trolls or the Hemoglobin trotters but that fell through. They later ended up being flappers. I thought about that too, but well, frankly I decided against that. Plus, I know this sounds lame, but I don't want to do any costumes that I can see myself dressing up with John because we've got a lot of Halloweens to share in our future and I don't want to run out of ideas so early :P So then I thought sailor girl. I found the perfect costume and at the moment I wasn't even paying attention to cost. I figured $50 maximum...but then with S&H since I procrastinated so long it would've been over that cost...and then the next day I got a letter from my student loans and well...that sort of squashed my ideas. So then I went to my fall back plan which is to go as a jockey. I have the perfect hat and pants and shoes for it. I even have my white polo shirt and well the jacket I can wing it. So there you have it folks. My costume this year is to be a jockey. Yes, not very sexy in the "I'll show as much skin as possible" way, but it's conservatively sexy and well who cares. I've got my man, I don't need to look good for others!

Until next time kids.

Home Sweet Home: Wedding Bells Ring

The week blew by like a subtle wind and soon the following weekend arrived warmly, graciously and affectionately with the chiming of wedding bells in the air. My high school buddies were getting married and it was perfect coincidence that John and my anniversary and their wedding was so close together.

During that breezy week I spent a lot of time trying to find the perfect wedding dress because as us ladies know you must look very nice but not too nice because you can't compete with the bride. Also, you don't want to look like a church go-er, nor a nightclub floozy unless those are your things, so really wedding dress shopping is an art-a real chore to find the perfect most appropriate dress.

I eventually found the dress from J-Crew, had it overnighted and it was stunning I must say. With the jewelry, I felt wedding guest appropriate. The night before John and I also went shopping for his apparel. He groaned and rebuked me for putting him through it, but in the end he looked SO handsome.

Their wedding took place at the scenic Glendale Botanical Garden. It was such a sight and a pleasant day: not too hot, not too cold with a little wind. There were peacocks running around, ducks and even roosters. The moment I arrived there, I ran into my high school friend's parents the Hoffmans and of course lil' orphan Annie.

We always laugh when we are around each other.

Old time friends

Then we all hurriedly shoveled to our seats, I tried to snag the seats that were as close to the front as possible and then the most familiar hymn began to play. Dum dum dee duuuum. It was darling to see lil' Andrew all dressed up as a man, waiting for his lady to walk down that precious aisle. The first to be escorted was his mother and his lady's, Chelsea, cousin.

Andrew looking all smart :)

The bridemaids The groomsmen


The ceremony, soft and easy going lead to the beautiful sight of the bride.

and we can't forget their adorable baby Cyan :)


Now during this time they are saying their vows and being oober romantic and sentimental that I couldn't take as many pictures as it was that I was crying like a baby. However, I did after their vow get the lighting of the candle which unites their souls and hearts and the kiss. Obviously these are the important moments, so OF COURSE I wouldn't miss it!

Ahhh..love


I introduce to you husband and wife!



Isn't it wonderful to see young love as pure as this, knowing it'll blossom and grow to a rich and fulfilling life? I think I am a little envious.

Afterwards, the guests gather up and head on out to the reception hall, but here's a quick shot of my boy and I. Ain't he handsome?



Here's a picture of my buddy Jack and his lady Robin



After many people did what John and I did, which was to take a bunch of pictures, we all eventually made it to the reception hall. To be honest, which is so sad to say, we were one of the first people at the reception hall, just as we were one of the first few for the ceremony. This is a first for me! I am Persian people...being on time is a rarity let alone early.




Here is Nick and his sis Angela


To be honest...I can't remember if it was an open bar or not...it didn't matter anyway because John, being the gentleman as he was, brought all the drinks to the table anyway, for myself and for everyone at the table too. He's such a darling. Here's us with the bride and groom!


Then the crowd got a little crunk and delirious with delicious food. When the D.J. started playing those jams, it was difficult to not be on the dance floor. And that is exactly where John and I stayed for most of the night...dancing our little tushies off.



Then a slow song came on and the little flower girl wanted to dance with John...it was too precious to watch this. I have a video of this but I don't know how to exactly upload it, once I figure it out I'll put them up.



There was more dancing, more music, more drinks, more food and more cheer going on for hours.

Annie and I doing shots: Series sequence:




Of course shots always does the body good. I'm jovial, blissful and hopeful. Life is good :)

Here is baby Cyan with his grandfather!



Naturally, John and I sneak a photo and a kiss ;)


All in all the wedding was wonderful. It was sweet, intimate and just plain fun. Who doesn't like to see their friends get married? We then had the luxury to be the chauffeur to two drunk birds, but I'll negate that disussion because I want to leave the night off on a happy note :)

Peace, love and happiness folks!

Morning shenanigans

It's a frigid October morning and I'm sitting lazily on my couch sitting Darjeeling tea and watching Rent for the first time. Out of anxiety, boredom or A.D & D. I felt the urge to do something else, which I have been, but now it's time to blog. It's been a while since I've blogged.

I have never seen Rent before, but I can definitely say it's interesting. Not exactly what I expected, but I didn't really know what to expect. Now it just got super depressing with people dying and sad melodies.

So what's new in my life, I am working on a new film project that's absolutely amazing. It's called Ey Pari Kojai, which is Farsi for Beloved One Where Are You. The synopsis of the movie is this:

On the Iranian New Year, Maryam Haghighi, an Iranian ex-patriot, celebrates with her three daughters. The evening turns ugly when the girls accuse Maryam of abandoning them. When the television in the room begins to broadcast Maryam’s memories of a tragic event, her world spins out of control. Despite struggling with her choices as a mother and the pain of banishment from her homeland, Maryam builds a life for herself, but at what cost? ‘Ey Pari Kojai’ (Beloved One Where Are You?) deals with the challenges of integration, identity loss and culture clashes.

Now doesn't that sound like an amazing project? I reckon it does! We've been having rehearsals, gearing up for the heavy meanings of the story. I love each and every moment of it all.

Halloween is coming up and I honestly haven't even thought twice about it, which is strange because I LOVE Halloween! I love the festivities, the costumes, the music (yes the music!), the trick and treat, the pumpkins ooooh I love it! Okay, now I am getting excited about it, haha.

I still need to finish my story about my trip back home! I also went to Cancun since then. Geez, I'm so bad with this blogging business. I promise, I will shape up and blog better and more often. It's like chicken noodle soup, it's good for the soul. Speaking of soup, I have LITERALLY been obsessed with Thai soup. There are two restaurants in my hood Spiced and Green Curry and I've had soup all week: Tom Yum Pak. I had Tom Yum Pak from Green Curry which is absolutely to die for. Then I had Tom Yum Pak with shrimp at Spiced and it was delicious, but I wish it had more vegetables like the way Green Curry does. Then I had Spiced reverred soup "Spicy soup" and I didn't really like it much...it was a thick and sweeter broth and it just didn't hit the spot. I am actually about to head out to do some errands, but get some soup again. This time I must get the Tom Yum Pak from Spiced with only vegetables this time and then I can decide officially whether Spiced or Green Curry has the better soup. Yes, I nerd out on things like this, but you must truly try their soup...I'm nerding out for a reason.

Well anyway, I must be off to make use of my day, noon is approaching and all I've done was blog, watch a sad movie, chew on my lip and check FB like twenty times already.

Until later!

It's The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

I must admit, this is my most favourite part of the year. That’s a lie because I find value in every season, however, for me I feel that once September hits, it’s a slippery slope of sheer sappy happiness. Let me explain. September is my birthday, jovial because I get presents and party. I realized that the slippery slope shall be pushed back to October now since I just realized my age. Moving on: October-the weather drastically changes as Autumn blows Summer out of the ballpark. The air becomes more crisp, blunt and direct. There’s something ridiculously nostalgic about this change in atmosphere that I can’t specifically put my finger on it. All I know is that I get this twinge in my soul and I most deeply appreciate it. The leaves change colours emphasizing the glorious beauty of nature’s scheme. Not to mention Halloween isn’t a blast. November: ah, November. The obvious is that November holds Thanksgiving. As by last Thanksgiving, I can’t fathom how I went three years without eating meat. I love the gluttonous gorging that takes place on Thanksgiving: I can even smell that basted turkey now. The mashed potatoes…oooooh loving that gravy sauce. Cranberry sauce is so delightfully tangy and tart to contrast the buttery warmth of the turkey. I can go into a novel describing each and every single side complimenting the decadent meal, but I won’t. Just know that I eat luxuriously, without hesitation to binge as a fat plump queen for days drunken into stupor by tryptophan. Oh yes, I forgot…and the fact that family comes together to share this Fat Tuesday like splendor and it’s the month of both of my parents birth. Thanksgiving shoes us straight into December, which Winter makes her presence. I love the frigid air. The white blanket of snow perched so elegantly on the streets before it turns into a disgusting muddy muck of a pigsty.


December holds the birth of baby Jesus! It holds Christmas cheer, music, presents and holiday joy. It is the month where I actually enjoy hanging with my family because no one can be mad during December! It calls for winter break. Skiing (which I’ve never done, but I can fantasize). It holds vacationing up north with my boyfriend, where we snuggle so closely because it’s so chilly. It beckons hot chocolate and nutcrackers and Santa Clause. It is the only time people spend like lunatics and don’t feel morose over it…well…maybe not as morose because it ‘tis the season of giving! It also kicks our tushy’s to the next year as we go out with a big bang for New Years intowhich we all are technically cleansed like a christened child for all the sinful, self indulging activities we engaged in. January rolls around and we start off fresh with our New Years resolution and start the whole miserable process all over again.

I am sitting outside in Astoria at a very quaint eatery called Martha’s Bakery. The weather was too tempting to remain indoors. I must say that I enjoy staying in my new place with the window wide open and my front door open to allow the freshness of the air to filter the house. I like that about this place in comparison to my old apartment. This feels like a house because I open my door to the outside and not a hallway. However, I decided I needed to walk around and I took my laptop and I took my camera with me. I snapped a few shots and decided I needed to blog since I haven’t blogged in ages. While snapping photos I literally was narrating what I would blog at that instant, but now for the life of me I can’t remember. I guess it’s a good thing. Every time I decide to take photos, I forget how much I really love to do so. I don’t consider myself a photographer, but I do consider myself as a strong admirer of the arts. I am also vain enough to say that I like the work I do and sometimes I take damn good shots. However, I am sure many of us out there think we are all photographers in one way or another because of how technology nowadays makes it so easy to get an “artistic” photograph. I don’t really know what kind of photographer I’d call myself. I don’t focus primarily on any one subject. I love buildings, I love people, I love inanimate objects and I love nature. I think my style is that if I like it, I snap it. I like to take my time with photography, and if you know me-that’s just my personality with anything. I love my father, but he loves snapping 50 pictures of the same thing and hopes that a few come out good. Now that’s smart mathematically and with probability, but it really isn’t the premise of photography. My premise of photography is to capture that moment, in one single slot. Therefore, patience, a good eye and talent are vital. I would really like to post my shots, but as I have mentioned before…I’m very possessive and until I learn to lock the photos-I won’t post them.

I really like NYC. I truly do. I like how everything is different and so diverse. However, what scares me to my very core is the fact that the people here are complacent and that I’ll never be able to truly understand/know this place. I mean, I’ve lived in NYC for over a year now and I can’t tell you that I know something extremely well. It’s almost designed that way. It’s impossible to know every store, every eatery, every block, every neighborhood, every activity, every person. I know it’s the same for 99.9% of the rest of America, but you can come pretty close to knowing a lot. Here, it’s impossible even if one were to not sleep and venture out every second of every day. I also struggle with how people think here. It’s so carefree and so very disrespectful. Not everyone of course so don’t get your knickers in a twist saying I am prejudice and discriminative. Hey, I am a liberal bleeding heart at times too, but I also believe in something greater than this basic, materialistic, empty façade everyone parades around here like boasting peacocks. I can’t explain it. I can’t even explain it in my head. It’s something I feel. It’s something that makes this place so off to me. However, I must somewhat play into the game because I am here for a goal and I must reach that goal. I will.

I feel so cliché sitting at a café with my computer. I wish it wasn’t so cliché. It’s actually rather pleasant, especially in this weather. I have to go though because I am stuck between two imbeciles. To my left, a man that is flagrantly trying to boast about his financial endeavors and to my left a group of foreigners that are loud and smoking. However, before I depart I want to give a shout out to another amazing book by Ayn Rand: Fountainhead. I picked up reading this book last week and am nearly finished with it. It isn’t a victory about speed, because I can be honest I’m reading it rather slowly…however, it’s another amazing book and I recommend everyone to read this as well as Atlas Shrugged.

Feels good in the neighborhood

So the end of the month is fast approaching and a lot is going on. This Saturday I shall be in Cancun with my family! Gilly bean, the brother-in-law's sister, moved in-which means my time to move is is only days away. Sigh. The day I return from Cancun is my birthday; in which my lover shall arrive as well! The next day I will have to pack up and move my crap out to my friend's apartment. I am going to be living in Astoria now! Crazy, but it's better this way. I know the girl, the rent is affordable and it's month to month-which is nice. That very same day (or night rather) I will be throwing my birthday party at a karaoke bar. Now...this is a lot in a short amount of time. I am wonder woman though, if you haven't noticed yet, and it all shall be accomplished! If there's a will-there's a way. Oh indeed there is.

I know I've been bad with blogging. Honestly it's because I'm lazy. It isn't easy to sit down and write a story. A lot of thought goes into each sentence...each paragraph...each blog!

I know I still have to finish my going home anecdote and that shall get done too! Patience is a virtue, you know.

Ugh...I'm still recovering from my wild night yesternight...I will post about that too...

NYC, oh NYC. Buzzing with life, art, culture, fashion....and excess heat and humidity. However, besides the sweaty, moppy mess that I am, I am happy. I've got a good family, good friends and a job (I'll just leave it as that). I'm also going to be filming this week-so I'm super duper excited for that.

Also, I've been hanging out with my co-workers more and you know what, they are pretty rad folks. It forces me to get out of my house and experience NYC. I've gone to more places in the past 2 months than the entire 11 months I've been here. Pretty crazy, huh? I've also have spent more money in the past 2 months than in the entire 11 months :P And THAT'S pretty crazy too.

However, as much as I want to go out tonight...I've slept about 13 hours the past 3 days...so I'm sort of beat. Yet, I'm bored at home. Blech!

I've been searching for an apartment as well...and I have a cold, hard stone in the pit of my stomach. I can't believe how ridiculous the prices are. Seriously? Ridiculous. NYC, get over yourself. I refuse to pay $1000 for a shoebox! Yet, I am sure I will...sigh...

Well, time for streaming movies!

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Oh. My. God. Today is so disgusting outside. It is SO hot (AZ hot) and not only that, it's HUMID. I walked outside and within seconds I had a blanket of thin filmy sweat covering my whole body. Which was sucky because I had two auditions today, the first I looked sweaty. The second one I went to I seriously looked like I went swimming then threw these clothes on. Sure, I did the bathroom thing where you take t.p. and wipe your arm pits and body...but it didn't help because you still look flushed.

Secondly, people just either a) don't put on enough deodorant b) forget to put it on or c) freebird it because this city is ssstttaaaannnnkkkkkaaaaaayyyyyy. Especially the subway. I gag at the mere recollection of my suffrage. Not only that, I had to walk basically everywhere because everything I had to do today was within a "walking" distance. No not really, there just weren't any subways around and I'm not going to taxi it everywhere.

I rant here because I can and don't want to rant later, I want to do it now.

I also wanted to throw a shout out to my other website that I have strictly for acting. This is my personal blog, where I talk about everything and nothing at the same time. "I love talking about nothing. It is the only thing I know anything about." (Fav. quote! Name that person!) However, my other one is my professional blog: http://minamirkhah.blogspot.com/

I'm worried about my face. Remember my eloquent calamity in the loo? Well I still have a bruise, granted it's MUCH better than what it was...but I start filming NEXT Saturday and my face is green and yellow where the purple used to be and I STILL have some purple left over...which means that it will have to turn green and yellow after the purple goes away!!! Does this make sense?! Short hand version is I hope my face looks normal by next Saturday or I'll be S.O.L. Yikes!

However, there is one positive side to my face...I stayed in ALL weekend like a loser-didn't do anything for the fourth of July, but watch movies. One that I watched was Great Dick by Marianna Palka. Exceptional film. Then I also watched Extras: Season 2 disk 2...which was funny and I was reconnected with Coldplay because Chris Martin was in one episode. Man...that band is really freaking good.

Home Sweet Home: The One Year: Last Day

Monday sun rays shook the sheepy sleep from our eyes. Today was the last day of our trip. We stayed in bed as long as we could to attempt to defy the clock's mocking ticks, but eventually we were defeated and had to pack our belongings to head on out. I made our last pot of coffee and slowly went through the routine of folding my apparel and neatly placing it in my luggage.

It was a sad scene. I looked around the house and felt my heart sink. I had grown very fond of this place. The view, the comfort of its humble abode, the feeling of waking up and falling asleep next to John...it wasn't going to be easy walking away.

We cleaned up the house and thew away the trash, leaving the house as clean as we had received it. Then I begged and whined and pouted again to John begging that I needed more coffee and we went to the same ol' coffee shop: Bisbee Coffee Company. This place is the bomb dot com, but you knew I'd say that, huh?

I was feeling gluttonous so I purchased a giant marshmellow brick and had the lady concoct a cinnamon/hazelnut latte. It was mmm mmm good!

We piled back into John's sexy, monstrous truck and hit the road. We weren't heading home just yet, ooooh no. John had school that day in Tuscon and it was an important day for him in fact. He had a final, where he had to turn in his thesis paper AND give a presentation about his paper to the class. The class was a world wide class (cause he's just that freakishly smart) where he had to present it to a camera and his face would be smack dab on a monitor in various places around the world.

Before we went to the campus, John wanted me to meet his friend so we chilled at his place for a bit. His girlfriend's kid was over and I subtracted myself from the adult conversation to play ninja/soldier/animal with the kiddo. Yeah I know...I should have hung out with his friend...but they were having their guy talk and the kid was just too cute. The child inside never dies!!!!!

Eventually we had to leave for class; being on campus gave me that warm, fuzzy feeling all over again. I seriously am one of those weirdos that would forever stay in school if I could. I felt that conflict all over again inside, should I stay in NYC or move back and be with John go back to school and go from there. I shook that thought from my head at the moment because it only makes me break out in a sweat.

U of A's campus is really wide and flat, really different than ASU's campus. ASU's campus is really decorative. This doesn't mean U of A is unattractive, in fact I actually liked how different it was. When we walked on the campus there was this bohemian merchant table where I spent several good minutes deciding whether I wanted to purchase trinkets or not. I opted not to because I had already spent a crap load over the weekend. Plus, John was in a rush.

We walk to the chemistry/mining building and John looks so out of place. Not judging or anything...but a lot of the kids looked like Eugene from Grease and John...well...John is a 6'4" former president of a fraternity who is a cowboy and an out doorsy boy.

He guides me towards his room and warns me about a class mate. Little did I know. Little did I know. Now I'm not going to say anything disrespectful about this girl because who am I to judge. However, I WILL say that I do NOT appreciate her hitting on my man, when she clearly knows he's in a relationship and texts him she misses him when he's vacationing in NYC with me. Grrr....Plus she was hardcore staring at me during the entire class period and was very intrusive of John's and my privacy. Phew...so glad I got that off my chest.

John's presentation was amazing. He looked soooo handsome and brilliant. I was and am proud of my babylove! It was also pretty cool being apart of something he's studying; surface chemistry...mining...all that complicated stuff.



After class, I started to have a panic attack because I realized I forgot my Fossil sunglasses at that too cool, but right now piece of crap coffee shop in Bisbee. They couldn't ship it so that means that if I want them back, I'm going to have to go get them. John being a sweetheart drives ALL the way back to Bisbee. I get them and we drive all the way back to Tucson, but now it's late and John is tired (understandably). So we decide to stay. I call baba to let him know because he was expecting me to be home by now. John calls his buddies and we go meet at a bar called Champs and I was totally the fourth wheel (if that made sense). So I end up texting my b.f.f. Angela the entire time, watch the T.V. and interact with the hilarious bartender that the boys knew. She was a riot. John eventually figured out I was bored (more just left out) and tried to include me, but by now I'm "over it". Hey I'm a girl, I was buzzed and cranky...I'm allowed to be irritated.



Eventually the bar closes and the boys say goodbye. John and I hop into the car to find a hotel so we can rest our sleepy heads.

As John slipped the hotel key into the key lock, I reviewed the day, yesterday and the entire trip. I truly couldn't have asked for a better one year. It defined our relationship so well. We're unconventional people. We love history, we love adventure, we love traveling, we love each other.

Home Sweet Home: The One Year Day 3

The alarm went off at 8am and the sweet kisses of the sun light rays snuck threw the cotton drapes. I, of course, grumble and whack the dismiss button. Albeit we've gone to bed early every night like old farts...I still blame jet lag and our overly exhausting ourselves throughout the past few days for my tiredness. John was also being lazy, so I didn't feel that bad.

Eventually our drowsiness subsided with the thought that we have an appointment to attend to. So we quickly get ready, I grab my cameras (yes that is right, it is plural) and we walk outside. God, I love that Bisbee was quaint enough to be able to walk everywhere we needed to go. I whine, whimper and pout that I need my morning coffee fix so John leaves me at the office where we were waiting for the tour guides and gets me my much needed caffeine. The tour we were going on was for the Slaughter Ranch.

http://www.slaughterranch.com/

John Slaughter was the famous and cavalier cowboy of our Wild Wild West. They even made a television show about him back in the 60s! I mean, who wouldn't? He was a cowboy, he was a good guy and he had a freaking cool name.

Back in the early 1900s he purchased this massive ranch that inked on the land of Mexico and Arizona. Our tour guides were sweet ol' folks that drove John and I to the ranch. There, John and I did our own private tour. We had a map that explained the history of each area of the ranch and each building had more explanations so there was a lot of information spoon fed to us. I look a lot of pictures with my film camera. I haven't developed the film yet, but once I do...I haven't decided if I am going to scan them in or not. I'm not going to lie, I'm very possessive over my pictures and I don't like the idea that someone could save the pictures. I know, I know...I'm weird, but get over it.

http://www.examiner.com/x-2345-Arizona-Haunted-Sites-Examiner~y2009m8d5-Spirits-of-John-Slaughter-Ranch

Here are some pictures from the ranch.







This is John peering over the plateau of the fort area where the U.S. Soldiers camped during the war we were having with Mexico. It was nuts to walk in the rutted ground and literally see the silhouette of the past imprinted upon the dusty ground.



This picture is obvious...it's a car and it's in a tiny garage. However, I lllooovvveeee several things about this:

1) It's a tiny garage
2) It's a 1915 Model T Ford
3) John is as big as the car!



This was a commissary room, it was where the cowboys would come and stay when they were either passing through or if they were working on the ranch. However the room has now become a mini museum (aka store room). As you can see there are horse holsters, tools, old bottles, pictures, books etcetera from the ranch.




This is the cook's room named Joe Lee May. Apparently, he was a sassafrass and had a major 'tude (which doesn't sound any different than modern chefs), and only allowed the wife and mother in his kitchen.



Next to this building was the ice house where they kept...ice and meat. Next to this was the washroom where they...washed clothes...I didn't take pics, but imagine two blank rooms and there ya go.

And after we finished touring, which took us like two hours to see this man's amazing ranch, our lovely tour guides brought our picnic. I happily munched on my turkey sandwich, chips and Pepsi as I reflected on what an experience I just had.



Behind us see how vast and beautiful the land is. They also had cattle and bulls with ginormous horns!

Behind the guides is the gorgeous pond that had a stork perching there!



And of course...they had horses!!!





This horse and I had a connection <3 I don't know how I forgot about this until now, but there was such an awesome dog on the ranch too! She was super chill and sooo cute. Reminded me of my baby girl Sasha that John's family has now. Then we said our goodbyes to the ranch and all clammered into the car. As we headed home, they gave us a mini tour of Douglas, which trust me was a MINI tour. We also saw a hotel called Gadsden that is famous for the fact that Tiffany's designed the entire front interior

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When we arrived back to Bisbee, John and I decided to hit up the Copper Queen Museum to see the history of Bisbee, the mine and all that jazz. I couldn't take any pics inside, but I snuck two when I knew the coast was clear. This is John standing inside an old school elevator:



And this is one of the GIANT wheels of a dirt mover...yeah that's what I called it. Yeah Yeah...I know it's called a dump truck, but let me be girly and lazy, okay?



After such a busy day John and I drag our tired feet up to our humble abode to rest for a bit. However, our tour guides were such sweethearts-they recommended this amazing Italian restaurant that's reservation only, but they managed to get us a time slot.

It was called Rosa's Italian Restaurant and it was seriously SUCH an amazing place! LITERALLY hhhhhuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggeeeeeeeeeeeee portions for such an affordable price! We ordered what we would have at an ordinary restaurant, but this isn't an ordinary restaurant. We had tttooonnsss of left overs and it was sooo tasty...in fact, I'm craving it right now and I'm 2,487 miles away from it..grrrrrrr.



This truly was the BEST appetizer I've ever had. It had tons of different salami slices, different cheeses, different olive salsas and dips and bread and yumminess!



A candid shot of me...bad John, bad!



LOOK HOW MUCH FOOD THERE IS!



It was super duper delicious and SUCH a great recommendation by our tour guides! Thanks you guys!

After a gluttonous dinner, John and I roll our fat tushies home, cuddle in front of the T.V. and watch Shrek 2. No joke, literally Shrek 2 was on re-play that entire weekend and we always seemed to start right at the same spot. It was semi-annoying, it was fortunate that it's a funny film.