Another day older and-a deeper in debt

Brax,
Shut doors, open windows! There is a little bit of post-Comfest letdown going on here, especially considering the way my week is going. NOT an awesome week. Of course, you know me! My faith was shaken for a good 16 hours, but now I believe in everything again. Better things! Screw it, let's talk about Comfest!



For the benefit of our readers who were NOT so fortunate as to be there, here is what happened at Comfest:

Friday evening:
-My plane lands.
-Arrive at Comfest, meet up with Brax, get beer. Get cold noodle salad. Lay in grass. Hug thousands of people.
-Destroy O'Riley's Pub. Jessica falls over, Prince's number one hit "7" is played multiple times, bottle breaks in my shoe.
-Tina Turner, ravines, hippies, lawbreaking, Taco Bell.

Saturday:
- Arrive at Comfest. Get veggie burger with cheese and coke. Consume while watching Gay Pride parade.
-Get beer and Indian Food, consume on blanket.
- Shop for dress. Find gorgeous dress. Enter "changing room," consisting of two sheets hanging from a hula hoop, secured by clothespins. Try on medium. Medium will not fit over my ass. Struggle out. Try on large. Large has gaping caverns of fabric where my tits would be if they matched my ass. Think maybe medium will go over my ass if I step into it instead of pulling it over my head. Am horribly, horribly wrong. Struggle out. Give up on dresses.
-Lay on blanket, consume french fries, funnel cake, and two individual pizzas.
-Dance to Lab Rats.
-Go home, watch Airborne. Watch Brax make out with pizza.

Sunday:
-Brunch!
-Arrive at Comfest, get beer. Lay in fluctuating blanket community--sometimes one blanket, sometimes many many blankets.
-Shop.
-Magical husband brings snacks. Lay on blanket.
-Topher does fish boat dance. Lay on blanket.
-Get veggie supreme nachos and veggie burrito. Lay on blanket. Get ice cream.
-Lay on blanket.
-Say sad goodbye to Comfest.
-Have gorgeous evening with kids.

What a weekend! I think I got to see everyone that I wanted to see. I think I even got to actually talk to everyone I wanted to see. Sober! Sober enough.

So good to see you! Only 359 days til next Comfest!

Love,
Bruce

p.s. Elvis was totally hot when he was young. Damn.

Kitchen Porn

Brucie,

Whoo! Did I ever have a good time at the ol' comfest! I felt I should say that because we have spent the last 3 weeks talking of nothing but on our blog, and people probably want a follow-up. On Monday after I had gotten done dropping you and Hix at the airport, I finally found my phone charger and checked my messages. I had 8 new messages, and they were all like this:

• New Message. "Karen! I just got down here! I'm going to get some pizza and I'll meet you at the blanket!" BEEP
• New Message. "Duuuuuuuuude! Buddy! We're here waiting for the parade to start, where are you? Call me!" BEEP

....and so on. So it was a little bittersweet, but checking all your comfest messages the day after comfest is kind of a tradition. No more sad! Kitchen pictures........

So yeah, the kitchen is always the most put-together room right away. For me, anyway. Otherwise, the beer gets all warm and you will order pizza for every meal until you know where your clean dishes are. Much as I would like it to, my budget does not allow for this.

I also got a new microwave! You may remember the old microwave, pictured below:

Believe me, the coffee cup for scale does not begin to describe the enormity of this microwave. It is 1200 watts, is large enough to fit a whole turkey, and frequently blows the fuse in the kitchen when used in conjunction with any other appliance. By the way, my knowledge of its ability to fit an entire turkey stems from my parent's culinary genius, to be discussed at a later time.

Anyway, Lil' Chernobyl, as Tome affectionately calls it, wouldn't fit on the counter of my new kitchen without overlapping onto the stove. In addition to being bad feng shui, I was faced with the possibility that I might not be able to use two of my burners...so I bought a new, pretty microwave!!!

Look at how nicely all the chi flows on this side of the kitchen!! Here's a closeup:

Damn! This picture didn't look so fuzzy on my phone. Anyway, this microwave is kind of too good for me. I'm not really sure how to use it. If you push "1" like you're going to make it go for one minute, it just STARTS! Fancy!!!! Also, it has a whole bunch of extra buttons, including one preset for....

Milk? Why?!? Who on this earth microwaves their milk? And why is Milk different from any other Beverage?

"Gee I'm thirsty, Bruce! May I have a beverage?"
"Sorry Brax, all I got is milk!"

That exchange is so wrong on so many levels.

See you later, I'm off to knit some stuff!

-Kbrax

A post about knitting, sort of!

Brucie,

Knitting! I know, right? I mean, this is a knitting blog. But like you, I don't seem to be doing much knitting lately. It's summer, it's freaking hot out, and I am busy! But I do have some pretty sweet yarn shots for you. Unfortunately, after knitting half the body of the wrap-around sweater I was working on, I discovered that huge gague nonwithstanding, my sweater was about 4 sizes too small. Whoops! That yarn substitution will get ya every time! So sadly, but with conviction, I cracked open a Miller Hi Life and frogged the whole thing. Here's the pretty silk lace-weight yarn I'll be knitting it out of (again, on 11's):
Hand dyed, of course, by Karida. Thank you again Karida! Prettiest yarn ever! Moving on, I'm also planning on knitting the mohair scarf from Summer Knitty outta this:

It's soft, it's green, it's sitting in a bowl. So, that's all the knitting news out here in Braxville. Other than not knitting, I have been putting my kitchen together. I've got pictures of that, too, but this is already a picture-heavy post. I think we'll save it for when I have nothing else to talk about. I've also been doing a lot of shopping at Target for stuff for my new place, and you know how they have those enticing DVD displays at checkout? Well, look what I found:

My favorite movie from 3rd grade! I used to watch this thing 3 times a week, whenever I went over to my friend Laura's house. (They went to my dad's church, and were extremely wealthy and had a house that looked like a castle to me, in comparison to our house which was actually crooked, I'm pretty sure. After we moved away, I heard they disowned their gay son.) When I was a kid, I was of course thrilled by all the dancing and the sex, but I never picked up on the whole abortion sub-plot. I guess it's because they never say "abortion" or "pregnant;" they say things like "in trouble" and "take care of it." Oh, the sixties! Oscar seems incredulous that I would be so naive.

While unpacking, I've also come across some of the old patterns my grandmother gave me when she heard I had learned how to knit. It's like my very own museum of kitchy stitches!
Maybe this should be our blog picture:

And check this out! Don't they test for these sorts of things in the womb?

No jokes about these children. They are scary! Don't believe me?.........

AAAAAAAA!!! Children of the corn!

Finally, nothing says love like a bulky, white, seed-stitch and cabled sweater.

See you tomorrow!!

Love,

Braxie

Utter Nonsense.

Hey Brax,
It is totally hot here! You know I am not one of these people who is addicted to my A/C, but I sure cranked it up last night. Worked all day, and now I'm chillin' on the couch, watchin' a little Dateline. Il Monstro de Italia! What a creepy serial killer. I shouldn't be watching this. I'll probably be up all night worrying about an Italian serial killer from 20 years ago. They never caught him! He could be anywhere.

What was that noise?

Anyway, here are some things:

1. Have you seen this ? A 360 degree tour! Pretty great, huh? It's not exactly how I pictured it--I pictured it as bigger and more basementy...maybe with stone walls. The dumbwaiter is a nice touch.

2. Thanks for the lovely birthday post. At work they had a cake for me, and then I met Karida, Micah, Ellie, and Jess for birthday dinner. Mmmmmm. So a good birthday.

3. I feel totally guilty for having no knitting progress for you. I've been adding about an inch to Tubey each week. So she looks approximately the same as last time, just a little longer. I'm just not much of a project-finisher. My 825 other projects have not been touched in weeks. Ugh. I hate not having enough time to knit. I hope things settle down a little soon.

4. Do you love or hate that yogurt commercial? The one that goes "You're my leetle fluffy one!" I have to admit, I sort of love it. You're my leeetle fluufffy one!!! doo doo doo. I'll probably start singing it to the cats now.

5. Let's make a million of these:


Can't wait to see your face on Friday night!!!
Bruce

Dear Bruce,

You say it's your birthday!
It's my birthday too yeah!

You say it's your birthday

We're gonna have a good time!

I'm glad it's your birthday!

Happy birthday to you!

Love,

Braxie

Virginia is for Traffic and Trampolines

Brax,

Busy busy!! The ol' husband is visiting. Hooray! I hadn't seen him in 2 weeks and maybe this makes me a big cornball, but when he finally showed up I started to cry. I was having a bad day and ovulating, too, so maybe that contributed to the unusually obvious emotion. I am not much of a crier.

Then the next day I cried some more, because we drove out to Norfolk, VA where two of our friends were getting married. The drive was supposed to take 3 hours. The wedding was at 6. We left DC at noon. WE MISSED THE CEREMONY. Now I know why all the Virginia political advertisements are always talking about what the candidates plan to do about traffic. God Damn! I know we lost 20 minutes with gassing up and Taco Bell, but come on, 6 hours? I am really sorry I missed the ceremony, but that's not why I cried. I cried because the reception was so beautiful. It was a gorgeous wedding and everyone was so happy. Plus, Norfolk is way cuter than you would think. The wedding and reception were in this museum on the waterfront, and the reception was outside with the trees and the water and the dancing on the ancient flagstones! AND there was an after party. With. A trampoline. Oh my God, I nearly ruined my fancy clothes, got a concussion, and barfed. I was just mad about the trampoline. Thankfully I was with some cool girls who were also mad about the trampoline. So a totally excellent way to spend a Saturday.

Um, Comfest! Friday! So excited, my plane gets in at 5:40, so I'll be drunk by 6.

XOXO,
Bruce

okay okay

You guys have convinced me! I will get my own booth at comfest. The line to bring me beers forms to the left, and the line for make-outs forms to the right.