Volver a Verte

Volver a Verte por Oscar de Leon is on Last.fm right now. This song is a classic cha-cha from one of the most amazing male voices in Latin music. It's one of my absolute favourite songs. With the right lead, it's a fun romp across the dance floor hitting each cha-cha-cha step with the right attitude and flair. You exchange the face of knowing and twirl, perhaps do the cha-cha chase and it's perfection.

Perfect song for the weekend.

1) It was Sean and Melissa's wedding and the Crew was back together, if even for a few short days. Sean and Melissa look amazing and so happy (they flew in from D.C.), Huy, Mary, Joe, Michelle, Denise, Omer (fresh from the 'nix after what seems like a nightmare in the airport), Austina, Doug, Solomon, Zia, Frances, Guido...who am I missing?

2) My car was stolen Saturday morning. I parked it at 1:30 in the morning and walked out at 9 am, and it was gone. Gone.
Wow. I took care of registration, insurance, etc. on FRIDAY, so after I got out of my deer-in-headlights mode, I got to the phone and made about 90 minutes of phone calls. Michelle helped by getting the police to come out to me (911 was busy.) and I kept to my focus: get errands done to attend wedding.

I got a rental car, my hair touched up, fitted for a tuxedo (which I ix-nayed after crossing the Bay Bridge) and ended up getting a cream suit that got serious compliments at the event. Who knew that a cream suit could inspire so much attention? My ego actually began to think I was pretty. I even walked in my heels with some confidence up a steep grade from the Orchard Hotel to the Mark Hopkins Hotel.

Calm down, girl.

The wedding was one of the best ones I have been to in my entire life. Fun, friends, and so relaxed. I arrived 90 minutes late, and was still invited to wine and dine...ay Dios mio.

My writing is a little disjointed because I also need to finish moving my stuff out of my old office, because I start at the new jobby job tomorrow morning.

Perhaps more details when I am inspired.

For now, I am basking in Maggie Mudd's ice cream, a successful romp shopping, getting hair did, and realizing how GOOD life is.

Woot.