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(with commentary from jozjozjoz in footnotes*)

so we got to san francisco around 4:30 pm on new year’s eve day. we went to check into our hotel (hotel nikko) and the nice lady at the front desk said, “it’s a full house tonight, your room is not quite ready. unless you want a smoking room?” um, no. everything in there is stinky with stale cigarette smell. i just told her that my asthma would act up*. apparently, they have some sort of machine* that they use to “purify” the room when non-smokers stay there, but i was taking no chances.

so since our room wasn’t quite ready, we went to have something to eat across the street. when we returned, there was quite a line of people waiting to check in*. 20 minutes later, we had our keys and were headed up to our room, on one of the “nikko floors“, which require a key to access.

we called stkyrice and aiyahh and decided to meet up around 10 pm for our new year’s celebration. that gave us time to explore a little before we had to get ready, so we went to the nikko lounge, surfed a little, joz blogged and then we grabbed some water* and went back to the room.

jozjozjoz decided to take a shower and had just gotten out of the bathroom when we heard someone trying to unlock the door to our room. whoever it was was jiggling the handle, sliding the card in and out, but was unable to get in. we figured they either had the wrong room or the wrong floor, and when they went away, thought nothing else of it.

ten minutes later, jozjozjoz was sitting on the bed putting on lotion* and i was on the edge of the bed, channel surfing and watching espn. again, we heard someone trying to gain access to our room, only this time, the door opened*.

should i remind you that jozjozjoz was BUTTNAKED when we heard the door swing open*?
Continue reading ‘our new year’s celebration aka “the hotel room story”’

So we left at 9:15 pm on Friday night, we took my car, which has no cruise control, but at least it had a full tank of gas. Called the ‘rents, told them we were on our way, and proceeded to spend the next 5 hours talking about anything and nothing at all, which is rare—we hardly ever have an opportunity to talk for hours on end, so if nothing else comes out of this, at least we got to do that.

We got to san jose around 2:30 am, my mother had already made up the inflatable mattress in my old room with lots of blankets since jozjozjoz gets a frozen nose if the room dips below 70 degrees, but we had to re-inflate the sucker since the plug popped out. But no matter, we were soon snoring away.

My parents had very good intentions about the whole “find Rusty” thing, but he’s really MY dog. My dad said he’d post signs and walk around the neighborhood, but he works full time and so by Saturday, had only the opportunity to post a sign on the tree in front of our house. And they didn’t really think that we needed to go to san jose to do all the stuff, but again, he’s MY dog.

Saturday morning we printed out the flyer and went to make copies, buy a staple gun (cuz you know, i can’t have a project and not have a new tool to make the job that much more fun!) and a tape gun, and began the slow process of posting flyers all over the neighborhood. I think we papered over 150 light posts/signal posts/telephone posts and stuffed over 250 mailboxes.

Jozjozjoz, being the more social of the two of us (or the one who can approach a complete stranger and not become catatonic over it) talked to a lot of my parents’ neighbors, store managers, and regular people and wasn’t phased by the rudeness of 14 year old boys, crazy homeowners against ‘solicitors’ and those people who haven’t seen your dog, but who will tell you of every other dog they’ve seen in the neighborhood over the last three years.

My method, by the way, of approaching a stranger’s door:
Continue reading ‘The road trip…’

i can blog about it. i really like this show, i think jozjozjoz wants to cry when she hears the theme music.

clean sweep. they clear all the clutter out of your room and redo it for you, making it more functional and nice.

did i mention that jozjozjoz cries when i try to throw away MY old t-shirts?

and only mildly high on vicodin at the moment.

just wanted to say thanks to everyone who kept us in their thoughts and sent good wishes our way while i had my mini vacation in room 7133. it was an odd and not-to-be-repeated experience.

all i have to say is that everyone should eat right and exercise, and i wish that none of you ever have a gallstone attack. even people i don’t like should not have to go through that.

more to come on the experience, although i daresay you all must be bored of the whole thing by now. but there were crazy people on my floor…

update: i forgot to mention how much jozjozjoz kicks ass! my girlfriend, along with being beautiful, smart, and the best dancer in the world, also happens to be the best patient advocate i’ve ever seen! i don’t think those people at the hospital knew what hit them when jozjozjoz went on the rampage. it was a sight to see — or hear, rather, as i was zonked out on demerol most of the time. another one of the 1,000,001 reasons i love her.

after a trip in an ambulance and some really good drugs, i now have to make an appointment tomorrow to have my gall bladder removed. yay.

jozjozjoz is NOT happy about this.
Continue reading ‘my body is my enemy…’