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doctor, my eyes

Well, goodbye, Annex. Sunday was about the most depressing company meeting ever. We talked about what’s going on next, and then that was it. Everyone took off. Ta ta, Annex.

Things I brought home from Annex:
One 3’ stone-looking pedastal (our new phone stand)
One Rubber Horseshoe (which was nailed above the door to the Sharon McMenamin Memorial Attic)
One book on Vintage Film (Billy’s)
One cartoon board about round-headed-drawing-people having sex (I have no idea.)
An eternal affection for the phrase “but there used to be a door there!”

So, now we’ll have a little piece of the 4th Avenue space for our home. (That is, of course, once we dredge up the energy to drag it out of our car.)

The party itself was totally insane. I was too starstruck to actually TALK to Jillian Armenante. Pretty stupid, eh? I kept thinking “someone from Annex was in a movie with Angelina Jolie and Winona Ryder. Wow. She actually… talked to them… and stuff. Whoa.” Basically, I was a total idiot about it, when in all honesty I should have just walked up to her and said “Hi. I think you rule, because you’re not a stick, and you’re making it. Big girls kick ass. You’re a great role model. Good job.”

All the Annex Oldies that I met were so great. Doug told me a story about talking to Paul Allen while he was on his private jet to ask for money (mm, parse THAT!), Jeff (I think?) talked about dating Chris Jeffries in the “mesozoic” age before Chris and Ed got together, etc etc etc. I felt like a part of history, which - for someone of my meager almost 23 years - doesn’t happen very often. Bill and Farrage and Pamala and a bunch of people climbed up the Cameras West sign, which (in my inebriated state) SCARED ME TO DEATH, and people were generally feeling crazy. We went home far sooner than I would have liked, but… um… that was my own fault. What can I say.

Then, the next day was our three year anniversary! We split right after the company meeting and went out to eat at Mama’s, this great kitchy Mexican place in Belltown (somewhere). We had to wander around for awhile, but it was all worth it for the Black bean and Spinach Quesadilla. DAMN was that good. Then, we went home and watched “10 Things I Hate About You”… which, I might add, was one of my favorite movies even BEFORE I knew Benlau was in it. (Bill, by the way, thought Ben’s part of the movie was so funny that he rewound it about six times.) All in all, it was a great anniversary, even if it didn’t involve presents. Now I can say that we’ve been together three years without feeling guilty about cheating. Now, I really mean it. (Sweet.)

I’ve spent a lot of time recently reading people’s blogs. They are so amusing to me - as well as making me kind of feel like I’m there. (Which has a side effect of lessening the amount of guilt I feel about how little I see them.) Stephen, do your giraffe and monkey, for the love of god. I’m serious. Also, what’s up with the flower thing? There’s Sonya Begonia and Pamala Petunia, therefore I would be… Alicia Freesia?
I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.