You Stay Classy, San Diego

We're off to San Diego on Friday morning, and I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to it. I am looking forward to it so much, in fact, that yesterday I took down the large grey faux-Rubbermaid bin with HOLLY'S SUMMER CLOTHES scrawled on it in red Sharpie, and greeted each and every one of my tank tops and floaty skirts with a French kiss. There are many, many, many things I like about living in San Francisco, but wearing wool in June is not one of them.

We're going to San Diego for a wedding, which is taking place on the Friday afternoon. Who gets married on a Friday afternoon, I ask you? PhD students with no concept of the work week, that's who. Still, I'm rather excited about the wedding, even though I cannot imagine the bride---a super-brainy scientist type---in a wedding dress, and am instead picturing her walking down the aisle in a lab coat.

The groom is a friend of Sean's from way back, and I have known him for quite some years too. In fact, the groom and I once bonded rather effectively during the summer of 2001, when we had to drive to jail at 6am together in Norfolk, Virginia to bail out one of Sean's roommates, who had thought it might be a good idea to try and drive his towed car out of the city pound after six too many shots of Jagermeister. I think you'll find this is a particularly special sort of bonding, probably akin to the sort of bonding you'd do with someone if you were stuck in a plummeting elevator with them or maybe clinging to a sinking ship. The type of person who has helped you entertain a humorless bail bond officer at 7am with nothing more than a packet of Cheetos from the prison vending machine is the type of person with whom you will always have something to talk about should the well of conversation dry up. He is also the type of person to whom you will grant one of your precious vacation days so that you can be there for his wedding, EVEN THOUGH IT'S HAPPENING ON A FRIDAY, AND WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?

I have many things planned for the upcoming weekend, though items one through 97 involve some variation of lying on the beach. I also plan to take advantage of the fact that I'm actually not petrified to drive in San Diego---it being flat and all---and venture out to do some shopping. Then there are the various sojourns to our former places of residences and work, because did you know I lived in San Diego for six months in 2002? I'd just graduated from college, and I moved straight out to the States to live with Sean. It was a very strange time in my life: I hated my job (I was a receptionist), I never had any money (I was a receptionist), and we lived with another couple so far away from everything cool that we were pretty much almost in Mexico.

Still, I have vivid memories of being incredibly happy as I sat in my open-top Jeep Wrangler every night on the freeway at sunset, waiting out the hour-long traffic jam that always materialized at 5:07pm and turned the 30-minute commute into a 60-minute one. When Sean was home---which wasn't that often; he was frequently out on the ship he was working on, doing circles in the Pacific Ocean---we had after-work cocktail hour on the tiny balcony, with guacamole I'd just learned to make from scratch. We were so new at living together; we fought all the time about things you'd expect us to fight about: leaving the toilet seat up, putting plates in the dishwasher, whether or not I was cramping his style by putting my books on his bookshelf. We were just starting to figure out our routines. Now, of course, we're old hands at living together, but I do miss those heady first few months when coming home to someone was such a novelty. During my short residency in San Diego, I thought often of the poem "I Remember" by Anne Sexton, and the one pretty-near-perfect line that reads "and what / I remember best is that / the door to your room was / the door to mine."

Anyway, screw all this reminiscing, let's talk about what I'm going to wear to the wedding. I'm thinking probably The Accidental Diane Von Furstenburg, don't you agree? Although I'm not sure my arms and legs will know what's going on, what with the sudden and direct exposure to sunlight. Honestly, it'll be the first time I haven't worn fleece or wool in months.

Jun 20, 2007

Mmmm... my heart is going to go with you! I love San Diego. Haven't been there in years... since we moved from Southern California about 15 years ago.

But my 'real' comment is that I got married on a Friday afternoon. And no, I had no concept of the work work. Yes, it was stupid. Yes I've always regretted it. LOL.

The reason? We were going on a cruise and it left Saturday morning. So? We had to get married on Friday afternoon so we could get the reception and dance overwith - get to the city, and catch a flight to Miami at 5:am!!! LOL.

Yes. It's true. We based our Friday afternoon wedding on the cruise schedule.

Jun 20, 2007

We had even more blatant disregard for the work week, seeing as we got married on a Tuesday morning. The real reason for that is that we got married on my parents anniversary and THEY got married on Tuesday, August 16th. Now that we have real jobs and such, we curse those who get married in the middle of the freaking week.

Jun 20, 2007

I always thought that Friday afternoon weddings were lovely in a moderately untraditional way. Of course for those who do have actual jobs it would be a bit more difficult.
And I love that dress. I am terribly jealous, and think it would be a perfect wedding dress. Plenty of pictures, I hope?

Jun 20, 2007

I have only been to San Diego once but I remember I loved it! I hope you have a great time.

Jun 20, 2007

I like the reminiscing. It's nice to remember what it was like when you first tangled everything from your life with someone else's.

Also, I had not heard of your Accidental Diane Von Furstenburg, but now that I have? HOLY CRAP. Every time I read one of your stories, I think to myself, "Geez, this is one lucky lady. Things just fall into place for her! She's really got her shit together."

And now you have an ACCIDENTAL Diane Von Furstenburg. Yes, wear it! Wear it, and smile a Cheshire cat smile while you do :)

Jun 20, 2007

I just went to a Monday night wedding. Monday! Night! Of a three-day weekend!

It was actually no biggie for me (and a lovely wedding), but I'm sure it was for some.

Jun 20, 2007

You're right: that's a near-perfect line. I fear that after 3 years of living together, Roger and I are STILL in that newness phase, still getting use to the other. I think it's because we're each so stubborn, we keep expecting the other to bend around our own pattern.

You'd think we'd have learned by now.

Jun 20, 2007

A very dear friend of mine is gettin hitched in NY (ok Tarryton, IN A CASTLE!) on FRIDAY.

Friday because the castle (CASTLE!) is mucho cheaper on a Friday. :)

Jun 20, 2007

I'm going to a wedding on a Friday in October...But the place of the wedding is like, 6 hours away from civilization (well, probably a much shorter trip than you - South of Stockton).

anyways, it puts a cramp in figuring out schedules to get there. All of us who have to work can't leave till 5pm on a Thursday - getting us there after 1am....multiple stops probably too. (my friend travelling with us will be about 8 months pregnant!)

And have fun shopping in SD. I miss that place!

Jun 20, 2007

I wanted to de-lurk to say that I really enjoy reading your blog. And also that I too love San Diego (especially in the summer).

Also, I just moved in with my boyfriend for the first time and your description of those early months sounds very familiar. I never knew I was so violently opposed to dirty plates stacked in the sink until they started appearing every day...

Jun 20, 2007

scottsdale girl has got it. the reason people get married on friday's or sunday's is because it is WAY cheaper than saturday... said the former wedding planner.

Jun 20, 2007

You all can direct your hatred of "off" day weddings over this way if you like - as stated above about that castle, Fridays = Big Savings for weddings. I have no problem reccomending Fridays/Sundays/other days to people on a limited/tight budget.

The dress? Darling - depending on the weather, you may even be a bit too warm in it. Enjoy the wedding! Can't wait for pictures of Lab Coat Bride and you two in fancy dress clothes.

Re: Living together - We didn't do so until we were married, but were really lucky enough to fall more or less right into sync. Sometimes I miss our first little studio and the newness, though. It was so fun to walk into 'our' door and pick through our big closet, or flip our bed into the wall to make room for company.

Jun 20, 2007

You know what makes up for a wedding on a weird day of the week?


Jun 21, 2007

I'd have to agree with A'Dell. An open bar would make a Wednesday wedding worth my time.

Have a great weekend!

Jun 21, 2007

dress. is. divine.

need photos of you in it, please x

Jun 21, 2007

That poem is so romantic and beautiful - that's a line I've always adored, too. And the dress is amazing.

Jun 21, 2007

I've been to many a Friday-night wedding, usually so chosen for budget constraints. The worst was my best friend's wedding, in central NJ on a Friday at 5. My sister, who was singing at the wedding, got stuck in combo Jersey shore and NYC traffic and her lateness delayed the ceremony by about an hour. That's what you get for such a schedule, I guess! ;)

Jun 22, 2007

:::digging toe in dirt::: I made people come to my wedding on a Tuesday night.

I do have an excuse (we wanted to get married on Halloween, and it wasn't going to fall on a Saturday for another several years), but now I feel sort of guilty....

Jun 23, 2007


May the hinges of our friendship never grow rusty...

Jun 23, 2007

If you're ever bored and looking for a post, tell the story of how you and Sean met!

Jun 25, 2007

Friday Weddings:

“Hello I’d like to hire your venue for my wedding on Saturday the DATE of MONTH please”.

“Certainly, that will be $10000 please”

“You what!?”

“Well it’s only $3000 to hire it on a weekday…”

That's why...

Jun 26, 2007

Oh yes, I remember those "early days" as a live-in couple. They were the best of times, they were the worst of times. Five years later, we are now married and I can't imagine sharing a bedroom with anyone else.