Surf and turf

One of TK's friends is a prominent restauranteur in L.A. who took us out to dinner at a nice steakhouse downtown (that he does not own) the other night. You would have thought he was a huge celebrity. The entire staff knew him and was sucking up big time. Free booze! Making sure the steaks were cooked just so! I've never experienced such attentiveness at a restaurant. I wonder if he ever gets sick of the groveling.

Wedding reception memories

TK's and my wedding reception was so fun I somehow sailed through it without getting choked up at any point, though I came close. However, the next day when we opened gifts, a card from Montserrat Fontes and Gillis, had me bawling. Montserrat (Monsy) Fontes is a novelist and a former teacher of mine. Here's a portion of the note.

"Tim and Mun Mun,
It's been a wonderful trail following you two to this final, special day. May your lives be built on the truths we save for those we love for life."

Isn't that last line great? And TK and I have already started! Last month I pointed out to TK that he occasionally drips pee on the bathroom floor and the other day TK broke it to me that often I have a build-up of orange earwax in my ears.

There were too many great moments during our party to list. In a rat-pack-ish style, TK sang a medley of some of my favorite songs accompanied by his friend, Steve, on piano. TK is the king of patter. He is also Mr. Love.

Other neat memories:

1. Observing my kindergarten-aged nephew offering a three-year-old girl a rosebud.
2. How in P. David's musical toast he changed the lines inTotal Eclipse of the Heart to "Once upon a time I was falling apart, now I'm only falling in love."
3. Hearing that both kids and adults at the party made new friends.
4. Hearing everyone's Rene LaMour story after the reception.
5. When best man Todd got choked up during his great toast.
6. When Todd pulled up "The Mummy" from Mad Monster Party on his iPod and we danced.
7. Being called a Mensch by my sister in her neat toast.
8. My brother's great toast in which he quoted Hector, one of the worker's at the "sacred" Apple Pan.
9. Going to McDonald's afterwards with TK because we hardly got a chance to eat anything.

Such a happiness!

Darci!

An exciting week so far for Mun Mun. Sunday was my wedding reception and today my friend Steph went into labor. I sat with her in the operating room during her Caesarean section and gave her the play by play of the surgery. Steph had done C-sections on pigs when she was doing research for her master's degree in biology. So, she wanted to know what was going on behind the curtain during the operation.

I thought I might get weak kneed from the gore, but it wasn't too bad. The surgeons seemed to use a lot of instruments that looked like shoehorns and woodburning kits. Darci emerged in a little ball. Guess who got to cut the umbilical cord? Moi!

Shiatsu!

My massage therapist is the best in the west. She is a loony genius.

Blessings up the a**

TK and I became husband and wife on August 28th. TK's friend, Todd, painted "Just Married" on the back window of TK's car and we received much celebratory honking on our way to Monterey. Someone even mooned us from the passenger seat of a car on Highway 101! It's not a honeymoon without a little mooning, I always say.

Tuesday we had both our faces scanned and etched with a laser into one block of crystal at the end of Fisherman's Wharf. Somehow our marriage felt more official after that. Soon we'll be wearing matching jogging suits.

Bring on the His & Hers apparel!