seriously, i'll do that again one day...
looooooong overdue costa rica recap to come. but first, a taste:
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
memories
hey...... remember when i had a blog and wrote in it???
seriously, i'll do that again one day...
looooooong overdue costa rica recap to come. but first, a taste:
seriously, i'll do that again one day...
looooooong overdue costa rica recap to come. but first, a taste:
Thursday, July 19, 2007
so much to say...
this one's going to be as random as it gets. but i have to admit, i'm a little distracted by david beckham right now. LA is all a-flutter with the arrival of the beckhams, and victoria has dived right in with a reality show that is pretty damn funny. but this week's episode opens with a photo shoot starring david, and i just had to wipe a small pool of drool that may have slipped out of my mouth. (WARNING: stream of consciousness blog today...)
let's work backwards here. first: in watching our dear friends the beckhams, i'm realizing that victoria's phrase "major" will never really dig in here, because americans sound way ridiculous saying it. not half as hip as posh's "may-jah" pronunciation. how grating would it be to hear laguna beach a-holes saying "it was so may-jerrrr"? stupid americans.
OK... enough tv talk. lord knows i could go on forever especially with such summer discoveries as "Big Medicine" and "World's Fattest Man" and "Boy Who Gets a New Head" and all other fantastic TLC goodness that also brought us phenomenal "Little People, Big World" marathons?
seriously... i had no intention of beckham and TLC musings... when i'm not watching shocking reality television i really do participate in real activities. and that's honestly what i intended to document. a couple weekends ago i went river rafting! and although i did find a way to incorporate TLC-inspired discussions, it was a fantastic breath of FRESH air!
the rapids weren't as wild as we had hoped, which was disappointing, but our guide kenna did her best to get the most out of each set of rapids. she built up our egos nicely by telling us how strong and tough we were (even though i know we did crap our pants a little bit thinking about the threat of falling out of the boat and getting pummeled against the rocks). our common bond was beach flag football in the hermosa prank monkey league, so the adventurous spirits of these six non-socal kids reached new levels once we had escaped the clutches of the 405 and its environs...
cut out of work a little early to hit the road with jate and tandi... jate drove like a champ and even put up me and tandi watching a dvd (darcy's automotive-dvd debut!) on the trip. he even stayed in good spirits after carl's jr. effed up his "biggest burger on the menu" request and received a tiny eensy quarter-sized cheeseburger. we rolled into the campsite around 11pm, catching up with danyelle, jason and karie who were already entranced by the gorgeous night sky. STARS my friends! so many! so clear! jate, tandi and i powered up the tent, absorbed the stars for a while, then we all crashed for the night. next morning, woke up early, ate banana pancakes (jate sang jack johnson the rest of the day) and waited to hit the river. to kill time, jate and i played horseshoes and met a kid named pranav, whose name was tricky so jate dubbed him "rambo." he sucked at horseshoes, but his dad told us the kid was a ping-pong prodigy, so we soon set up a challenge for Rambo v. Jate to be decided that night. rapids run and only a couple small children ended up in the drink off another raft. got back, played in the river some more, then got our own drink on with wine tasting and local microbrews provided by the raft co. they even had a slide show of overpriced pictures (largely of the huge family reunion of obnoxious folk including a guy named Tuba and a bunch of girls/women who put makeup on BEFORE rafting) as well as live music care of a guitar/mandolin player who was cool. we drank and played games. the four girls had a dusty and semi-successful round or 3 of horseshoes, then hit the ping-pong table to cheer on rambo. jate barely beat him in extra innings, so i owe jate a dollar, but rambo worked most everyone else.
the group (minus our fearless photog karie)
the next day was an earlier start, and started out fun by surfing the first rapid (chili bar) and managing to keep everyone in the toilet-bowl that our boat turned into. we liked that. when then proceeded to "punch the hole hard" -- another enjoyable maneuver -- and jason and danyelle both rode the bull nicely on ensuing rapids, taking in a good face enema apiece. other than that it was a m-e-l-l-o-w ride. too much puttering and not enough ass-ramming rapids. so we turned it into a little workout and tried to drown out kenna's stories of the california gold rush by paddling our asses off in the slow parts. it worked. we got back to camp, swam around in the cold swimming hole, showered, ate, then hit the road home.
danyelle and fearless photog karie
let's work backwards here. first: in watching our dear friends the beckhams, i'm realizing that victoria's phrase "major" will never really dig in here, because americans sound way ridiculous saying it. not half as hip as posh's "may-jah" pronunciation. how grating would it be to hear laguna beach a-holes saying "it was so may-jerrrr"? stupid americans.
OK... enough tv talk. lord knows i could go on forever especially with such summer discoveries as "Big Medicine" and "World's Fattest Man" and "Boy Who Gets a New Head" and all other fantastic TLC goodness that also brought us phenomenal "Little People, Big World" marathons?
seriously... i had no intention of beckham and TLC musings... when i'm not watching shocking reality television i really do participate in real activities. and that's honestly what i intended to document. a couple weekends ago i went river rafting! and although i did find a way to incorporate TLC-inspired discussions, it was a fantastic breath of FRESH air!
the rapids weren't as wild as we had hoped, which was disappointing, but our guide kenna did her best to get the most out of each set of rapids. she built up our egos nicely by telling us how strong and tough we were (even though i know we did crap our pants a little bit thinking about the threat of falling out of the boat and getting pummeled against the rocks). our common bond was beach flag football in the hermosa prank monkey league, so the adventurous spirits of these six non-socal kids reached new levels once we had escaped the clutches of the 405 and its environs...
cut out of work a little early to hit the road with jate and tandi... jate drove like a champ and even put up me and tandi watching a dvd (darcy's automotive-dvd debut!) on the trip. he even stayed in good spirits after carl's jr. effed up his "biggest burger on the menu" request and received a tiny eensy quarter-sized cheeseburger. we rolled into the campsite around 11pm, catching up with danyelle, jason and karie who were already entranced by the gorgeous night sky. STARS my friends! so many! so clear! jate, tandi and i powered up the tent, absorbed the stars for a while, then we all crashed for the night. next morning, woke up early, ate banana pancakes (jate sang jack johnson the rest of the day) and waited to hit the river. to kill time, jate and i played horseshoes and met a kid named pranav, whose name was tricky so jate dubbed him "rambo." he sucked at horseshoes, but his dad told us the kid was a ping-pong prodigy, so we soon set up a challenge for Rambo v. Jate to be decided that night. rapids run and only a couple small children ended up in the drink off another raft. got back, played in the river some more, then got our own drink on with wine tasting and local microbrews provided by the raft co. they even had a slide show of overpriced pictures (largely of the huge family reunion of obnoxious folk including a guy named Tuba and a bunch of girls/women who put makeup on BEFORE rafting) as well as live music care of a guitar/mandolin player who was cool. we drank and played games. the four girls had a dusty and semi-successful round or 3 of horseshoes, then hit the ping-pong table to cheer on rambo. jate barely beat him in extra innings, so i owe jate a dollar, but rambo worked most everyone else.
the group (minus our fearless photog karie)
the next day was an earlier start, and started out fun by surfing the first rapid (chili bar) and managing to keep everyone in the toilet-bowl that our boat turned into. we liked that. when then proceeded to "punch the hole hard" -- another enjoyable maneuver -- and jason and danyelle both rode the bull nicely on ensuing rapids, taking in a good face enema apiece. other than that it was a m-e-l-l-o-w ride. too much puttering and not enough ass-ramming rapids. so we turned it into a little workout and tried to drown out kenna's stories of the california gold rush by paddling our asses off in the slow parts. it worked. we got back to camp, swam around in the cold swimming hole, showered, ate, then hit the road home.
danyelle and fearless photog karie
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
redeeming factors
ok... let me just preface this by saying i am STILL a norcal kid. i bleed the golden gate and sourdough and fog, OK? BUT, i have to admit socal is growing more, well, tolerable. and i have my college roommate kim (same roomie all 4 years - boulder for life!) to thank for this. she's the one in the sleeping-bag-sized wetsuit below. that was day 3. i'll get to that.
day 1 i don't have pics of, but it involved sausages and wine at a german architecture party. yeah. i know.
day 2 began as a lazy saturday. it kind of ended that way as well. in between time, we went kayaking in sunset beach. or, rather, darcy kayaked and kim and melissa floated and/or were towed. my arms were kinda sore the next day, but it almost made up for not working out recently. i rewarded myself for the effort by eating a large portion of this:
duke's makes some RIDICULOUS 'chos, friends. eat and be merry. and grab a mai tai to help wash it along. the nachos session was followed by shopping in huntington and then a bonfire at bolsa chica started just slightly after sunset.
this is us waiting in the car for a happy family of three to abandon their pit so that we could burn tofu dogs and wash them down with s'mores and wine coolers. yeah. i know.
after washing the smoke and melted marshmallow off ourselves, we slept. and got up early to see about a surf. finally found a place to rent boards and wetsuits by the huntington pier and then went out to attack some waves. here is kim in her enormous wetsuit.
an effin GORGEOUS day, but alas the waves we found were not built for humans. i think we picked the wrong timing for the tides (and likely a poor spot, but we were afraid of pissing off the locals with two missouri kids and my own land-lubbing self by getting too close to the real stuff) but let me tell you the dolphins were ripping that shit up! they didn't care that the breaks weren't perfect... about 10 of them were shredding the waves pretty near us, so that sight alone made the day. after surfing/floating on our boards we did what all socal residents do on a normal sunday, and went sailing. my friend sam has a boat up in marina del rey, and he took us for a spin into the ocean. no one puked. only one bottle of beer spilled. and only one container of cheese spread ended up with a footprint in it. one the whole, a success. i will force sam to take me again. adequately exhausted from a weekend of abnormally damp and sunny activities, we topped off the weekend with sushi and wine.
damn... i'm exhausted just writing that. rest in peace, cheese spread.
day 1 i don't have pics of, but it involved sausages and wine at a german architecture party. yeah. i know.
day 2 began as a lazy saturday. it kind of ended that way as well. in between time, we went kayaking in sunset beach. or, rather, darcy kayaked and kim and melissa floated and/or were towed. my arms were kinda sore the next day, but it almost made up for not working out recently. i rewarded myself for the effort by eating a large portion of this:
duke's makes some RIDICULOUS 'chos, friends. eat and be merry. and grab a mai tai to help wash it along. the nachos session was followed by shopping in huntington and then a bonfire at bolsa chica started just slightly after sunset.
this is us waiting in the car for a happy family of three to abandon their pit so that we could burn tofu dogs and wash them down with s'mores and wine coolers. yeah. i know.
after washing the smoke and melted marshmallow off ourselves, we slept. and got up early to see about a surf. finally found a place to rent boards and wetsuits by the huntington pier and then went out to attack some waves. here is kim in her enormous wetsuit.
an effin GORGEOUS day, but alas the waves we found were not built for humans. i think we picked the wrong timing for the tides (and likely a poor spot, but we were afraid of pissing off the locals with two missouri kids and my own land-lubbing self by getting too close to the real stuff) but let me tell you the dolphins were ripping that shit up! they didn't care that the breaks weren't perfect... about 10 of them were shredding the waves pretty near us, so that sight alone made the day. after surfing/floating on our boards we did what all socal residents do on a normal sunday, and went sailing. my friend sam has a boat up in marina del rey, and he took us for a spin into the ocean. no one puked. only one bottle of beer spilled. and only one container of cheese spread ended up with a footprint in it. one the whole, a success. i will force sam to take me again. adequately exhausted from a weekend of abnormally damp and sunny activities, we topped off the weekend with sushi and wine.
damn... i'm exhausted just writing that. rest in peace, cheese spread.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
ghetto
just when you think you live in a lovely new neighborhood just blocks from the beach and have cable AND internet along with a garbage disposal to make you feel fancy........... the GHETTO BIRDS ATTACK! home before 10 and a mellow evening on the new futon, you think? negative ghost rider, the pattern is full. full of GHETTO BIRDS, that is!
for those of my avid readers who do not live in long beach (which is no one, i'm pretty sure) ghetto birds are helicopters - most often police helicopters investigating suspicious shenanigans in nearby neighborhoods of our lovely city. they are loud mother effers that circle and circle and circle... ebbing and flowing with hideously obnoxious propeller-pounding ferociousness that pierces into your whole entire brain and totally interrupts 'the daily show'. i have a feeling that jon stewart would be seriously pissed to know that i have to pause the flow of his bush-crushing witticisms due to the evil that is is the long beach police helicopter. enough! i'll just have to tell you about disneyland later... fight the power friends, fight the power.
for those of my avid readers who do not live in long beach (which is no one, i'm pretty sure) ghetto birds are helicopters - most often police helicopters investigating suspicious shenanigans in nearby neighborhoods of our lovely city. they are loud mother effers that circle and circle and circle... ebbing and flowing with hideously obnoxious propeller-pounding ferociousness that pierces into your whole entire brain and totally interrupts 'the daily show'. i have a feeling that jon stewart would be seriously pissed to know that i have to pause the flow of his bush-crushing witticisms due to the evil that is is the long beach police helicopter. enough! i'll just have to tell you about disneyland later... fight the power friends, fight the power.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
two things...
before i tell you how crazy rad the USC women's water polo team is, two things:
1) the five oaks cab i talked about last time was actually kinda sucky the other night. so beware... maybe it's hit-or-miss... i'm just saying. i swear it was good the first time but the next bottle was barfy. will check the years next time and inform.
2) gilmore girls is over. this is a tragedy and i don't care who thinks i'm lame for saying so. great show and you can suck on it if you disagree. i almost cried tonight and those of you who know me know that even a welling of tears is a big day in darcy-land. gilmore girls: you are great. any series finale that has a cameo of christiane amanpour is a show that is alright with me. and they tape it at usc sometimes so NOW what am i supposed to do on my lunch breaks?
1) the five oaks cab i talked about last time was actually kinda sucky the other night. so beware... maybe it's hit-or-miss... i'm just saying. i swear it was good the first time but the next bottle was barfy. will check the years next time and inform.
2) gilmore girls is over. this is a tragedy and i don't care who thinks i'm lame for saying so. great show and you can suck on it if you disagree. i almost cried tonight and those of you who know me know that even a welling of tears is a big day in darcy-land. gilmore girls: you are great. any series finale that has a cameo of christiane amanpour is a show that is alright with me. and they tape it at usc sometimes so NOW what am i supposed to do on my lunch breaks?
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
and also...
if you're feeling cheap and need a glass or three of wine, pick up a bottle of FIVE OAKS cab or chardonnay. it really doesn't suck at all and it's $2.50 at rite aid. seriously. no one needs to know you're drinking wine that's cheaper than a sourdough jack. or that you bought it next to the blow-up pool toy aisle at a drug store. rite aid? right ON!
i'm LOST
LOST is a real mind-screw of a show. it makes donnie darko and even my weird dream with the giants and the kitten stuck in a well look like a dick and jane book. or at least, a dick and jane book where dick talks to an invisible guy who really hates flashlights and jane parachuted onto an island and found a bunch of dead people living on old cans of beer that someone found in the back of a volkswagon bus.
excuse me while i pick up the pieces of my brain that just flew out of my head between 10:01 and 10:59.
excuse me while i pick up the pieces of my brain that just flew out of my head between 10:01 and 10:59.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
a day off!
i have succumbed to a very slight amount of peer pressure and tried to figure out this whole blog thing... interesting. i ate a delicious breakfast in huntington beach and then spent a delicious day cruising around huntington. a good time was had by all, and i believe the surf shop owners and the vendors at the rad street fair also enjoyed our participation in HB. so here's to a sunday of virtual freedom! thanks to pete for pushing me through and being a fantastic partner in money-spending bliss! and to mel for her bold venture into the avant-garde swimwear world! cheers to day one of blog-land (a real cheers, since i'm winding down another day with a glass of red) TO BLOGS!
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