We are back from San Diego early. It was cold, cloudy, and Mr. X was getting sick. Despite all of that, we had a great time, especially at Ikea. We stayed with Jon from global freeloaders and his “twenty” room mates in Pacific Beach. It was his friends twenty first birthday. Twenty room mates, a twenty first birthday…..someone just had to be thrown across the room and into a coffee table. It was just unavoidable. Unfortunately, Mr. X and I were in bed, giggling under the covers listening to the drunken mess, and we didn’t get to fully participate. Aparently, someone called someone else a pussy for not drinking enough.

We hung out in PB, met some great people, watched the surfers, ate some good food, drank some tea, drank some (okay, one) beer, loaded up our truck at Ikea and then came home.

We’re going to Florida next week to visit both set of our parents. They vacation for the winter in the same place. We’re thinking about just getting married there. The planning and excecution is stessing us out. I was going to go into details, but I think they might be long and boring.

So, if we get married next week and just have a big party later….would anyone be disappointed?

Attention! Attention!

Cindigo dot com and Mr. X will be in the San Diego area this Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

That is all.

My crazy, irresponsible, emotional, charming friend from work has been evicted from her apartment. The night before they were going to come and put the master padlocks on all enterances, she rounded up all of her stuff and put it in a uhaul to drive it to storage. I recieved a frantic phone call late in the evening, stating that all the storage facilities were closed and could she please, please, please, please keep her stuff in my garage for a few days.

Oh the drama.

The Sweedes arrived, saw the sights of Vegas and have gone back to California. They left us with some Sweedish patches and a good luck troll magnet that is watching over our kitchen. They had their own car, so they didn’t require that much from us. We did take them out on the strip and went to the top of the Eiffel tower at the Paris Casino. We waited for the Bellagio fountain to waltz a water dance to a Frank Sinatra tune, so we could see it from the sky. I was worried that they hated Vegas but they assured us they had a good time. I still think they were just being polite, but I’ll just have to take their word for it.

In non Sweed related news, Mr. X and I bought our wedding rings tonight. When we were directing the Sweedes back to their car at the Aladin hotel, we saw some jewerly in a window that we both thought was perfect. We didn’t check the prices because it was in a casino and it was just so cool looking that it had to be ourtageously expensive. Then yesterday, I posted in a las vegas group and someone randomly sent me a link to the jewelry that we were looking at in the window.

Here’s what we got.

After we bought them, the fabulous gay man with the peacock shirt and long french manicured nails, that sold us the rings told us to put them on and we walked out of the store. I think in Las Vegas that officially means that we’re married.

Today we took Michael the Irishman to red rock canyon. I had to pee and went into a restricted nature area. I climbed behind huge boulders and through scratchy, thorny bushes for some privacy. On the way back I slid down some rocks and tripped through some rough looking desert foliage. I emerged loudly from the brush with scratch on the side of my face and sticks and leaves stuck in my hair and clinging to my scarf.

I’m telling you….it would have been much funnier if you were there.

Michael from Dublin is leaving tomorrow at seven in the morning, and four Sweedes are arriving at three pm.

We are hosting an Irish man named Michael he found us through globalfreeloaders. He’s exceptionally nice. He keeps giving Mr. X brain teasers that keep him occupied for hours. Last night in bed, pitch dark and silent an excited voice exclaims, “Wait, wait, I think I’ve got it. Okay, if you have twelve billard balls, you seperate them into three piles. Then you weigh the…….”

Yesterday we took Michael to Hoover Dam, took the tour, saw the dam, came home drank some tea and then walked around the strip for a while. We watched the fountains at Bellagio and the volcano at the Mirage. These things are so much more interesting when seeing them with new people. He seems to be having fun.

He also told us about around the world tickets
and Servas, which is like global freeloaders but more organised and with a larger more commited membership.

Me? I’ve just been hanging out, being quiet, painting some walls and arranging what little furniture we have.