I left my heart in San Francisco

I will deeply miss this city and all of the people I met there. I undoubtedly had the time of my life and could never forget it. I just wanted to say thank you to all the people that helped me experience San Francisco like a true San Franciscan. And for CHEER SF, I will be your cheerleader from this end of the country and wish you nothing but the best for SF PRIDE week and hope to come back out to visit you guys soon!

Happy 2009!

Happy New Year!

2008 has come to a close and it has been a year of change. I graduated a few weeks ago, went to San Francisco, left Gainesville, and am no longer living with my best friends. I can only hope that perhaps this year will be a little more mellow.

I celebrated the new year in St. Pete with David and some friends, and we had a great time, sans an accident involving glass and flesh.

My only New Year's resolution at the moment is to get a job, finish some of the dresses I have started, and then maybe I'll think about shaping up.

X-mas, 20 days early

Since David and I would be able to spend Christmas together, we spent a weekend in Sarasota to celebrate together. Santa said this was okay and came to visit a few days early. This is a picture of our tree on Xmas morning (we even had a bird in our tree, which is a symbol of good luck). I didn't get a pony, but I did get an autographed copy of a PostSecret book, a couple awesome rings, and killer Owl necklaces. David's goal is to turn me into a 'Crazy Old Owl Lady,' aka a 'COOL' woman. Santa brought him an autographed Ray LaMontagne poster, a learn-to-type program and a sweet photo book. We had a great Christmas together as well as with our families on the actual day.

Failing the blog

I finally made it to the bottom of Jocelyn's list of bloggers, meaning that I haven't posted anything for 2 months and all of the other bloggers had. This is me, moving to the top of her list.

p.s. I am home and will be home for a while, currently looking for employment.

p.p.s. Fun Times.

A Wedding and a Funeral

This past weekend I was able to attend my first Same-Sex Wedding. Troy Williams, who I have had the pleasure of getting to know through CHEER SF, and Richard Brooks have been together for over 7 years and the Thursday before the election they had a private city hall ceremony. Sunday night, Troy's "bridesmaids" put on a small reception for them, inviting close friends and family. Instead of a wedding present, the grooms asked everyone to make a donation towards the No on 8 campaign. The amount of love between them should be what every couple, gay or straight, should aspire to.

This is why the results of Prop 8 totally shocked me. It was announced late Wednesday, that Prop 8 had passed, eliminating the rights for same-sex couples to marry, denying equal protections and writing discrimination against one group of people - lesbian's and gay's - into the CA constitution.

Therefore, in the past week I was able to celebrate the wedding of two loving people and only a few days later, attend the funeral of the amendment that gave them the right to marry.

Congratulations Troy and Richard, I wish you nothing but endless happiness amidst this very ironic world.

(Pictured above: Troy and Richard with the justice who conducted their ceremony)

The Window

Its amazing the vast differences between the views I've had since being in San Francisco. I started out in Bayview, aka the GHETTO, where living in the basement I had an awesome view of the underside of a porch along with the bars that kept me "safe" at night. Now, I live in SOMA near the AT&T Giants Ball Park, and have a typical city-scape view. My window is filled with tall sky scrapers where as before the tallest thing in my window was perhaps the cobwebs. I love being rescued.

An Unfamiliar Day

Birthdays this year have been a little bit different. There were no giant, poster-size, uber embarrassing photos hanging on the door. No major plans involving reservations for a party of 20. There was just David and myself. We spent the day walking miles around DC, hitting all the National Monuments. At the US Capital Building, David decided that it would be cool to go through this tunnel, which lead us to the door. A sign marked this door as 'Members and Staff Entrance Only.' David decided to get a better look, I wanted to capture the moment. We were immediately met by Secret Service. He then made me delete my picture and escorted us out of the tunnel. Luckily, no handcuffs were exchanged and we continued on around the city. When we got back to our hotel, David had a bottle of champagne and a piece of cake waiting for us. We went over to Dupont Circle for dinner at Melting Pot, where again David had a teddy bear and a balloon sitting at our table. Although it was not the familiar chaos of a birthday, it was quite possibly one of the best (undoubtedly the most romantic). 23 will be a great year for me.