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the Graduate.
May. 13th, 2012 08:13 pmWhere to begin. Thursday I went to the doctor was given a whole bunch of fantastic medication. She gave me a shot that covers whooping cough and tetnus. So I am going to go and find some diseased folk who hang around rusty nails, because I am set. Diseased folks and dangerous nails... sounds like the kind of scene that Jesus would dig. All that is missing are some dudes who like to drink wine at weddings and some women who are aware of their free agency.
She also gave me some crazy powerful antibiotics. The kind of thing that napalms everything in your body. So eating was kind of a chore and yogurt was a must. Just to allude to the situation.
Friday morning I woke up early and Mr. Jenner kindly drove my Mom and I to the light-rail so we might rail our way to the airport.
Travel time!!!!
It was an exciting time at security. My Mom was worried that she would be picked for a groping but no it was I. For my bra set off the alarms. The one time I spend good money on a bra and it causes me problems. Are these affluent people problems? My fancy high end bra causes a very attractive hispanic woman to give me a thorough patdown. The tits & ass treatment. She kept apologizing BUT I should point out that before she did this she told me exactly what she was going to do and offered to take me into another room to do it. There was another lady present who was training. I said, "what the heck, let's do this here. My modesty retired when I had kids." She laughed. Yes, when I am going to be groped in the name of security I tend to put on a five minute stand-up act. Once it was found that I had no funny things on my persons I was on my merry way. My Mom and I got hot beverages and then hopped on a plane to Oakland. There is a whole thing where people in San Francisco think of Oakland as this giant scary ghetto where you are going to get shot and eat nothing but highly processed food. It has its rough spots but it is a pretty lovely and diverse place. Also some of my family is originally from there. (what up Italian side!) We were down there because my sister Kitty was graduating from college. She is the first of the four of us kids to do so. I left college because I was busy being Auntie Mame, my brother is an actor. He went to AADA but we jokingly call it "dress up" school. But Miss Kitty went to a real live college, where she discussed gender theory, Irish unions, history of dance, and other high-falutin' liberal arts stuff. Mills is a great school and so we were keen to witness this major moment. My brothers even flew in for this significant occasion. They spent half of the time staying with relations in the greater bay area. Much of it was apparently spent getting good and drunk with cousins, and being conned by our Great Uncle into doing chores. A slight side story. Our Great Uncle is supposed to take the dog out for a walk a few days a time so that both He and the dog can get exercise. He asked my brothers to do this as a minor favor and my brothers are happy to help and then later they find out this is all a grand con. I think if he had had them there long enough he would have gotten them to re-roof the house.
As for us we showed up at Mills where random people came up to us and said, "You are related to Kitty Gibson aren't you?" Because yes we all do look a great deal alike and it sometimes weirds people out. It should be noted that my sister and I have different noses. Also she has better eye-brows and is quite fair. But we both have tiny ears, the same chin, and we tend to gesture a lot.
Our first task upon arrival was to look upon her dorm room. (a very pretty pre-war building with lots of woodwork and big windows. The kind of place to make most people jealous.) She needed help packing. She had done a great deal, (and again my brothers helped carry large boxes earlier in the week) but I was there to be the fascist packer. I will force you to make decisions about what will be done with things, and I am good at folding clothes and other things into suitcases. I can be hired for special occasions.
Then we went to dinner with a friend of hers. (an absolutely lovely person and really my sister has this diverse group of lady friends at her school who give a person a great deal of hope about the future of the country. Seriously. Brilliant, funny, ladies. People send your daughters to this ladies college; especially if she is high-strung and likes to argue.) I ate my weight in fish tacos and horchata and we had to roll me back to the dorm. Yes we had a slumber-party. OMG GIRLS! My sister and I painted our nails and talked about BOYZ, TUMBLR, CLOTHES. OMG... let's go to the mall.
The next morning we were up bright and early to get prettied up and attend her graduation. It was a lovely day. All bright and sunny and warm. The hope of California. My Mom was preparing herself by making sure she had enough kleenex as she knew she was going to cry. I did her make-up and said, "you look fab." Then I told my sister how she ought to do her hair. I tell people what to do. I'm the oldest. Bossy pants SUPREME. We made our way over with the great multitudes of parents and other relations and waited in the warmth. I sipped agua fresca while we waited. Eventually my brothers appeared. We watched as my sister graduated like a total boss. (by the way she majored in history and she wants to be a librarian because we need many keepers of knowledge.) While getting more water I saw a gentleman carrying a miniature baby goat. Tiny dogs are so three years ago, teeny livestock is where it is at. I squealed at how tiny it was. I asked questions about it. I scritched its ears and said, "OMG it is the cutest thing ever." My sister said she later saw it when she was lining up and all the ladies were squeeing in high pitched voices -which reminds me that when the students were cheering something, everything was quite high-pitched. It was a day for Woo girls.
Afterward there were pictures, champagne, chatter. Then lazing about in the dorm without our shoes. We acquired some of her friends. We seem to adopt people where we go. My brother Mike decided to go and see a roller derby bout with a cousin. We have a cousin who is a roller derby lady. She is also a pastry chef and makes amazing cakes. She was selling cupcakes that day at the bout. So eventually the rest of us and a few of Kit's friends decided we should go out for coffee at my sister's favorite coffee place. (Gaylord's) We chatted about this and that for a good long while. Then we decided that Chinese food was a must. We ate and ate and ate and then went for ice cream at Fenton's. (Pixar people love this place.) People slowly drifted away toward home. Tom drifted toward the airport for his late/early flight. It was time for a slumber party again.
We were up early to drag things out of the dorm, make sure it was indeed thoroughly hosed down and then it was off to the airport.
Next post: I will make things happen and also I end up hearing too many things about two people.
She also gave me some crazy powerful antibiotics. The kind of thing that napalms everything in your body. So eating was kind of a chore and yogurt was a must. Just to allude to the situation.
Friday morning I woke up early and Mr. Jenner kindly drove my Mom and I to the light-rail so we might rail our way to the airport.
Travel time!!!!
It was an exciting time at security. My Mom was worried that she would be picked for a groping but no it was I. For my bra set off the alarms. The one time I spend good money on a bra and it causes me problems. Are these affluent people problems? My fancy high end bra causes a very attractive hispanic woman to give me a thorough patdown. The tits & ass treatment. She kept apologizing BUT I should point out that before she did this she told me exactly what she was going to do and offered to take me into another room to do it. There was another lady present who was training. I said, "what the heck, let's do this here. My modesty retired when I had kids." She laughed. Yes, when I am going to be groped in the name of security I tend to put on a five minute stand-up act. Once it was found that I had no funny things on my persons I was on my merry way. My Mom and I got hot beverages and then hopped on a plane to Oakland. There is a whole thing where people in San Francisco think of Oakland as this giant scary ghetto where you are going to get shot and eat nothing but highly processed food. It has its rough spots but it is a pretty lovely and diverse place. Also some of my family is originally from there. (what up Italian side!) We were down there because my sister Kitty was graduating from college. She is the first of the four of us kids to do so. I left college because I was busy being Auntie Mame, my brother is an actor. He went to AADA but we jokingly call it "dress up" school. But Miss Kitty went to a real live college, where she discussed gender theory, Irish unions, history of dance, and other high-falutin' liberal arts stuff. Mills is a great school and so we were keen to witness this major moment. My brothers even flew in for this significant occasion. They spent half of the time staying with relations in the greater bay area. Much of it was apparently spent getting good and drunk with cousins, and being conned by our Great Uncle into doing chores. A slight side story. Our Great Uncle is supposed to take the dog out for a walk a few days a time so that both He and the dog can get exercise. He asked my brothers to do this as a minor favor and my brothers are happy to help and then later they find out this is all a grand con. I think if he had had them there long enough he would have gotten them to re-roof the house.
As for us we showed up at Mills where random people came up to us and said, "You are related to Kitty Gibson aren't you?" Because yes we all do look a great deal alike and it sometimes weirds people out. It should be noted that my sister and I have different noses. Also she has better eye-brows and is quite fair. But we both have tiny ears, the same chin, and we tend to gesture a lot.
Our first task upon arrival was to look upon her dorm room. (a very pretty pre-war building with lots of woodwork and big windows. The kind of place to make most people jealous.) She needed help packing. She had done a great deal, (and again my brothers helped carry large boxes earlier in the week) but I was there to be the fascist packer. I will force you to make decisions about what will be done with things, and I am good at folding clothes and other things into suitcases. I can be hired for special occasions.
Then we went to dinner with a friend of hers. (an absolutely lovely person and really my sister has this diverse group of lady friends at her school who give a person a great deal of hope about the future of the country. Seriously. Brilliant, funny, ladies. People send your daughters to this ladies college; especially if she is high-strung and likes to argue.) I ate my weight in fish tacos and horchata and we had to roll me back to the dorm. Yes we had a slumber-party. OMG GIRLS! My sister and I painted our nails and talked about BOYZ, TUMBLR, CLOTHES. OMG... let's go to the mall.
The next morning we were up bright and early to get prettied up and attend her graduation. It was a lovely day. All bright and sunny and warm. The hope of California. My Mom was preparing herself by making sure she had enough kleenex as she knew she was going to cry. I did her make-up and said, "you look fab." Then I told my sister how she ought to do her hair. I tell people what to do. I'm the oldest. Bossy pants SUPREME. We made our way over with the great multitudes of parents and other relations and waited in the warmth. I sipped agua fresca while we waited. Eventually my brothers appeared. We watched as my sister graduated like a total boss. (by the way she majored in history and she wants to be a librarian because we need many keepers of knowledge.) While getting more water I saw a gentleman carrying a miniature baby goat. Tiny dogs are so three years ago, teeny livestock is where it is at. I squealed at how tiny it was. I asked questions about it. I scritched its ears and said, "OMG it is the cutest thing ever." My sister said she later saw it when she was lining up and all the ladies were squeeing in high pitched voices -which reminds me that when the students were cheering something, everything was quite high-pitched. It was a day for Woo girls.
Afterward there were pictures, champagne, chatter. Then lazing about in the dorm without our shoes. We acquired some of her friends. We seem to adopt people where we go. My brother Mike decided to go and see a roller derby bout with a cousin. We have a cousin who is a roller derby lady. She is also a pastry chef and makes amazing cakes. She was selling cupcakes that day at the bout. So eventually the rest of us and a few of Kit's friends decided we should go out for coffee at my sister's favorite coffee place. (Gaylord's) We chatted about this and that for a good long while. Then we decided that Chinese food was a must. We ate and ate and ate and then went for ice cream at Fenton's. (Pixar people love this place.) People slowly drifted away toward home. Tom drifted toward the airport for his late/early flight. It was time for a slumber party again.
We were up early to drag things out of the dorm, make sure it was indeed thoroughly hosed down and then it was off to the airport.
Next post: I will make things happen and also I end up hearing too many things about two people.
