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!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
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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.
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.
Monday, July 5, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
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
.
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.
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
.
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.
Broadcast interruption
So once in every person's life-they do something so outrageously stupid, you wonder how it ever happened in the first place. This happened to me.
I have now been affected for days from a stupid stupid act. For some, if speaking about showering is too rated R for you-I am now giving you a fair warning so you can turn back now and then I'll have nothing to apologize for later.
It all happened Wednesday morning as I showered. The water is hot, the ceramic is disturbingly cold and the soapy suds slippery as ever. I am washing the conditioner out of my hair and rotate in the shower. Next thing I know I'm lurching forward feel a collision and I'm sprawled awkwardly in the shower. Sister walks in to check on me and sees that I'm incapacitated. Helps me in my jello state and helps me to bed.
Turns out I walloped my check/eye into the wall and tub rim and caused an apricot sized swelling and a black eye. No joke. I seriously have my first shiner. I also have a concussion, a searing headache and my body hurts from the jolt and bang of the crash.
If that isn't bad, I've missed work, hanging out with my friend Silvia and her god daughter that just arrived and I'll be missing fourth of July because frankly my face looks and feels like the elephant man.
Uuuggghhhh. Positive thing is that my filming isn't for another 2 weeks, so this...hindrance....will be absolved by then. I've also finished Lost which was so sad, watched an awesome indie film called Good Dick, updated my resume, updated my website, organized my hard drive and am now currently watching the We channel. Finished You've Got Mail, currently watching Overboard and about to watch First Wives Club. Sweet.
I have now been affected for days from a stupid stupid act. For some, if speaking about showering is too rated R for you-I am now giving you a fair warning so you can turn back now and then I'll have nothing to apologize for later.
It all happened Wednesday morning as I showered. The water is hot, the ceramic is disturbingly cold and the soapy suds slippery as ever. I am washing the conditioner out of my hair and rotate in the shower. Next thing I know I'm lurching forward feel a collision and I'm sprawled awkwardly in the shower. Sister walks in to check on me and sees that I'm incapacitated. Helps me in my jello state and helps me to bed.
Turns out I walloped my check/eye into the wall and tub rim and caused an apricot sized swelling and a black eye. No joke. I seriously have my first shiner. I also have a concussion, a searing headache and my body hurts from the jolt and bang of the crash.
If that isn't bad, I've missed work, hanging out with my friend Silvia and her god daughter that just arrived and I'll be missing fourth of July because frankly my face looks and feels like the elephant man.
Uuuggghhhh. Positive thing is that my filming isn't for another 2 weeks, so this...hindrance....will be absolved by then. I've also finished Lost which was so sad, watched an awesome indie film called Good Dick, updated my resume, updated my website, organized my hard drive and am now currently watching the We channel. Finished You've Got Mail, currently watching Overboard and about to watch First Wives Club. Sweet.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Home Sweet Home: The One Year Day 2
We awoke the next morning with excitement. It was officially our one year anniversary AND John had lots of goodies planned for us. Literally within minutes of waking up, I do two things: make a pot of coffee and grab John's gift.
For John, I really enjoy making him things. It's personal and it's a one of a kind. SOOO, I decided to obviously go with the one year anniversary theme. So I infused the concept of romance with the concept of John and I. I created a "message in the bottle" with a past, present and future twist. So I went to the store and purchased a calligraphy pen and wrote a lovey dovey sappy letter to him. Then I dip the letter in coffee water to give it a sepia tone. Then I tear and burn the edges to give it that archaic look. Then roll it up into a scroll and tie it with tweed. Then I went to The Container Store here in NYC (which by the way is the COOLEST place for house hold trinkets) got an oooollldd school milk jar (because I needed a wide mouth to put all the stuff I was going to inside) then got a cork top and tied tweed around it and tied it to the top (well...after I put everything inside I did that). So for the past I got a tiny watch that was only the face of the watch (and it worked too) which symbolizes all the time we've shared together. The moment I told him I loved him, that was the moment I gave him the key to my heart. So to represent that moment I found an old fashioned Victorian key to put in the bottle. For our present I went to M&Ms and custom made a bag for us that says "Happy 1 Year" and "I love You" because M&Ms are our favourite chocolate candy to nibble on. Also, I put in the bottle a bag of seeds, which symbolize how every moment we plant a seed for our future, but we must plant it in our present for it to grow into our future. For our future I only want prosperity us-emotionally, physically, mentally and of course monetarily, so I got one of those pirate coins to symbolize this desire. Lastly, I went to a store and purchased two rings and a tiny candle wick in which I tied the rings to; representing our wedding rings and the candle we shall someday light together in unison.
It was mushy and it was sweet and I knew he loved it :)
So after that, we got dressed and walked outside to the Bisbee streets to explore. Along the way I saw this ridiculously AWESOME sign...seriously...hippies are so hilarious.
We walked around and gandered at the cute shops and I saw many cowboy boots that made me ponder whether I ought to purchase them or not. I was good and withheld...but it was hard. Hunger started to kick in and we decide that lunch was much in need. We walked around to find a cute place to eat at, but in the end we decide to go to the place we were referred to by a few local folk called "Santiago". It was "TexMex" style food. It was good, but I looooove good ol' fashioned Mexi food (like Ajo's....mmmm....Ajo's...)
Of course, we celebrate our day with a good ol' shot, some beer and some good eats. It was funny because this place was soooo slow. I'm used to things running a little faster than this lil' joint, but it was fine-we weren't really in a rush.
After we finished our meal, we had an appointment to attend to. The appointment was at the Copper Queen Mines! John made reservations at the Cooper Queen Mine to actually tour INSIDE the mines. 46 degree temperature, 1,500 feet deep plunge down into the earth, hard hats and warm jackets were awaiting us.
http://www.queenminetour.com/index.htm
We walk out of Santiago and literally cross the highway and there the beaut was. Grand and gleaming in all of her radiance. You can see the front of her in the prior blog where I took the patio view. The entrance had large doors that were gaping open, welcoming all guests. To the side of the doors about 25 feet was the tunnel entrance. The "office" wasn't an ordinary office. It was a giant chiseled tomb, gutted piece of the mountain. Inside was a wooden rack that held all the lights, hard hats, belts and coats. Then in glass casings there were rocks that were found within the mine or within a radiance of the giant vessel. There was also a wooden cubical where you checked in. They also had authentic tools and gear that was used during the mining time. I'd say it was almost like a tiiiinny, bare museum dedicated to the mine.
It was time to get strapped up. We all hurded together in a line and like a conveyor belt, there was a man that had a specific task to "dressing up". The first man put the coat on us, we moved forward, the second man strapped the belt around us with the light, we moved forward, the final man fitted the hard hats on us, we exited.
We stepped outside as instructed and parked in a semi-circle was the tram we were going to be sitting on as it took us down and deep into the mine. Kind of reminded me of those trams you see at Universal Studios or Disney land, ya know? Of course I wanted to find of spot for John and I so we could sit comfortably together. My skin crawled with anticipation of what was about to become: the discovery, the history, the adventure.
The tram lurches forward and each cart before us gets swallowed in the mouth of the mountain, the darkness of the mine until it is finally our cart that is inhaled. The breath of the tunnel is bitingly cold and drastically dark. My eyes went blurry with the strong contrast of light difference and the hair on my body stood up like pins and needles. I know it's silly, but I felt a wave of panic because I thought about all the men who died in this mine and I was wondering about ghosts. However, that silly fear was immediately washed away with wonderment and awe of this place.
The tram clicks on the rails and is descends down to the belly of the mine. I flash my light over the walls to see all the rough marks in the mine from the blasting. It was truly amazing. I suggest to everyone to go into a mine...it creates within you an awe of the world, the earth above and below and puts into perspective how small you really are.
We stop in several spots in the mine to get off the tram and to walk around while the tour guide explains the history of the mine or the purpose of a specific area.
Look how freaking cool this old school telephone is?! I mean seriously...I want one in my house. Also the bell system is pure neato.
This is a toilet...an uncomfortable toilet and I feel bad for the miner's bums!
After seeing this we all head upstairs to this tavern area where a huge vein explosion occurred of copper and other ores.
You know these are super cool pictures and you know you are thinking...man I want to go there! 'Tis true because a) it IS cool and b) you SHOULD go there. Mines and caves are really cool and are incredibly beautiful.
I learned a lot that I honestly have no way expressing back to you. I feel like a mining nerd, but I like that.
Soooo, we all clammered back onto the tram and made our way out-back into the world of the sun and warmth. The world on top.
Once we surfaced, we all went back into the warehouse and returned all the items we needed to return.
Fortunately for John and I, our venture back home was alllll about 2 minutes. All we did was cross the highway and waddle up the stairs. We were tired. I claim I was tired because of jet lag and being very active since I came. Ooorrr...I'm just out of shape. Whichever. We relax at the house before our dinner reservation. Watch Shrek 2 and to be honest...I liked it. It was cute!
Six o' clock rolls around and the dinner reservation was at seven. Well, you know us girls...we need time to look all pirdy for you chaps. So I got ready starting at six and John got ready ooooh about 6:55pm. The restaurant was again in walking distance. I love that about Bisbee...everything is so close together...kind of like New York...well okay not really at all, but I do like the walking aspect!
We arrive at a place called Cafe Roka and it was darling to say the least. I also liked that while we were waiting for our table they gave us wine. Mmmm...vino... Our table is ready and we sit. This place was pretty simple and straight forward. It was an automatic five course meal and there were about five entree options and maybe five appetizers.
I ordered the roast beef and John ordered I believe it was Salmon...some sort of fish plate. It was delicious! Our course started out with mussels and dates wrapped in bacon, then soup, then salad, then our meal and I don't remember dessert to be honest...but I think it was something small like a sorbet.
After dinner we wanted to see how this town parties. We heard bass music in the air and it got stronger closer to these steps that led to a plateau. Apparently there was a block party shenanigan going on, but unfortunately it was $10 to get inside and neither one of us had cash (plus...it didn't look THAT happening). So we decide to hit up a bar called the OK Theater. There was a live band playing and it looked like fun. It was minus the next day where they charged John an excess of $200...but it got resolved thankfully.
And this was some random chick named Cathy who had her nephew or son or something like that visiting in town.
However, it was close to midnight and the exhaustion from the day started to kick it. I know, we really do sound like pansies. Normally we aren't like this, but for some reason we were sooo tired from the excursion of the day that we hit the hay early every night. Oh well, it was better this way anyway!
For John, I really enjoy making him things. It's personal and it's a one of a kind. SOOO, I decided to obviously go with the one year anniversary theme. So I infused the concept of romance with the concept of John and I. I created a "message in the bottle" with a past, present and future twist. So I went to the store and purchased a calligraphy pen and wrote a lovey dovey sappy letter to him. Then I dip the letter in coffee water to give it a sepia tone. Then I tear and burn the edges to give it that archaic look. Then roll it up into a scroll and tie it with tweed. Then I went to The Container Store here in NYC (which by the way is the COOLEST place for house hold trinkets) got an oooollldd school milk jar (because I needed a wide mouth to put all the stuff I was going to inside) then got a cork top and tied tweed around it and tied it to the top (well...after I put everything inside I did that). So for the past I got a tiny watch that was only the face of the watch (and it worked too) which symbolizes all the time we've shared together. The moment I told him I loved him, that was the moment I gave him the key to my heart. So to represent that moment I found an old fashioned Victorian key to put in the bottle. For our present I went to M&Ms and custom made a bag for us that says "Happy 1 Year" and "I love You" because M&Ms are our favourite chocolate candy to nibble on. Also, I put in the bottle a bag of seeds, which symbolize how every moment we plant a seed for our future, but we must plant it in our present for it to grow into our future. For our future I only want prosperity us-emotionally, physically, mentally and of course monetarily, so I got one of those pirate coins to symbolize this desire. Lastly, I went to a store and purchased two rings and a tiny candle wick in which I tied the rings to; representing our wedding rings and the candle we shall someday light together in unison.
It was mushy and it was sweet and I knew he loved it :)
So after that, we got dressed and walked outside to the Bisbee streets to explore. Along the way I saw this ridiculously AWESOME sign...seriously...hippies are so hilarious.
We walked around and gandered at the cute shops and I saw many cowboy boots that made me ponder whether I ought to purchase them or not. I was good and withheld...but it was hard. Hunger started to kick in and we decide that lunch was much in need. We walked around to find a cute place to eat at, but in the end we decide to go to the place we were referred to by a few local folk called "Santiago". It was "TexMex" style food. It was good, but I looooove good ol' fashioned Mexi food (like Ajo's....mmmm....Ajo's...)
Of course, we celebrate our day with a good ol' shot, some beer and some good eats. It was funny because this place was soooo slow. I'm used to things running a little faster than this lil' joint, but it was fine-we weren't really in a rush.
After we finished our meal, we had an appointment to attend to. The appointment was at the Copper Queen Mines! John made reservations at the Cooper Queen Mine to actually tour INSIDE the mines. 46 degree temperature, 1,500 feet deep plunge down into the earth, hard hats and warm jackets were awaiting us.
http://www.queenminetour.com/index.htm
We walk out of Santiago and literally cross the highway and there the beaut was. Grand and gleaming in all of her radiance. You can see the front of her in the prior blog where I took the patio view. The entrance had large doors that were gaping open, welcoming all guests. To the side of the doors about 25 feet was the tunnel entrance. The "office" wasn't an ordinary office. It was a giant chiseled tomb, gutted piece of the mountain. Inside was a wooden rack that held all the lights, hard hats, belts and coats. Then in glass casings there were rocks that were found within the mine or within a radiance of the giant vessel. There was also a wooden cubical where you checked in. They also had authentic tools and gear that was used during the mining time. I'd say it was almost like a tiiiinny, bare museum dedicated to the mine.
It was time to get strapped up. We all hurded together in a line and like a conveyor belt, there was a man that had a specific task to "dressing up". The first man put the coat on us, we moved forward, the second man strapped the belt around us with the light, we moved forward, the final man fitted the hard hats on us, we exited.
We stepped outside as instructed and parked in a semi-circle was the tram we were going to be sitting on as it took us down and deep into the mine. Kind of reminded me of those trams you see at Universal Studios or Disney land, ya know? Of course I wanted to find of spot for John and I so we could sit comfortably together. My skin crawled with anticipation of what was about to become: the discovery, the history, the adventure.
The tram lurches forward and each cart before us gets swallowed in the mouth of the mountain, the darkness of the mine until it is finally our cart that is inhaled. The breath of the tunnel is bitingly cold and drastically dark. My eyes went blurry with the strong contrast of light difference and the hair on my body stood up like pins and needles. I know it's silly, but I felt a wave of panic because I thought about all the men who died in this mine and I was wondering about ghosts. However, that silly fear was immediately washed away with wonderment and awe of this place.
The tram clicks on the rails and is descends down to the belly of the mine. I flash my light over the walls to see all the rough marks in the mine from the blasting. It was truly amazing. I suggest to everyone to go into a mine...it creates within you an awe of the world, the earth above and below and puts into perspective how small you really are.
We stop in several spots in the mine to get off the tram and to walk around while the tour guide explains the history of the mine or the purpose of a specific area.
Look how freaking cool this old school telephone is?! I mean seriously...I want one in my house. Also the bell system is pure neato.
This is a toilet...an uncomfortable toilet and I feel bad for the miner's bums!
After seeing this we all head upstairs to this tavern area where a huge vein explosion occurred of copper and other ores.
You know these are super cool pictures and you know you are thinking...man I want to go there! 'Tis true because a) it IS cool and b) you SHOULD go there. Mines and caves are really cool and are incredibly beautiful.
I learned a lot that I honestly have no way expressing back to you. I feel like a mining nerd, but I like that.
Soooo, we all clammered back onto the tram and made our way out-back into the world of the sun and warmth. The world on top.
Once we surfaced, we all went back into the warehouse and returned all the items we needed to return.
Fortunately for John and I, our venture back home was alllll about 2 minutes. All we did was cross the highway and waddle up the stairs. We were tired. I claim I was tired because of jet lag and being very active since I came. Ooorrr...I'm just out of shape. Whichever. We relax at the house before our dinner reservation. Watch Shrek 2 and to be honest...I liked it. It was cute!
Six o' clock rolls around and the dinner reservation was at seven. Well, you know us girls...we need time to look all pirdy for you chaps. So I got ready starting at six and John got ready ooooh about 6:55pm. The restaurant was again in walking distance. I love that about Bisbee...everything is so close together...kind of like New York...well okay not really at all, but I do like the walking aspect!
We arrive at a place called Cafe Roka and it was darling to say the least. I also liked that while we were waiting for our table they gave us wine. Mmmm...vino... Our table is ready and we sit. This place was pretty simple and straight forward. It was an automatic five course meal and there were about five entree options and maybe five appetizers.
I ordered the roast beef and John ordered I believe it was Salmon...some sort of fish plate. It was delicious! Our course started out with mussels and dates wrapped in bacon, then soup, then salad, then our meal and I don't remember dessert to be honest...but I think it was something small like a sorbet.
After dinner we wanted to see how this town parties. We heard bass music in the air and it got stronger closer to these steps that led to a plateau. Apparently there was a block party shenanigan going on, but unfortunately it was $10 to get inside and neither one of us had cash (plus...it didn't look THAT happening). So we decide to hit up a bar called the OK Theater. There was a live band playing and it looked like fun. It was minus the next day where they charged John an excess of $200...but it got resolved thankfully.
And this was some random chick named Cathy who had her nephew or son or something like that visiting in town.
However, it was close to midnight and the exhaustion from the day started to kick it. I know, we really do sound like pansies. Normally we aren't like this, but for some reason we were sooo tired from the excursion of the day that we hit the hay early every night. Oh well, it was better this way anyway!
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