the storm before the calm

Ooph. There was much packing and loading at Nicole's apartment this weekend. There was much unloading and unpacking at my apartment this week.

Somehow Nicole and I managed to see "Nacho Libre" in Tucson last Friday. We were looking down the barrel of a laborious weekend and the movie was a nice stress reliever. But I lost my sunglasses at the mall. Oh well, they was the cheap ones, N. said they looked like Bono glasses. Back to Target.

The "Nacho Libre"movie was loaded with physical humor, fart jokes, overweight jokes. It was almost embarassing to watch at points, but highly entertaining. I can't decide whether to recommend it to everyone or to no one. Jack Black is brilliant as the emotionally intense Latin. He plays an orphan/monk/cook at a Mexican orphanage who yearns for wrestling glory. His accent, mannerisms and overall performance is more than enough to make the movie worth watching. His short-sleeved turtleneck sweater alone makes the movie worth watching.

We picked up Nicole's pa at the airport after the movie. Jim Carriere is very easy-going, genial and patient, and he wears a cowboy hat and cowboy boots. He's spending the week with us and the three us are crowded with all those boxes, but things are going very smoothly and we're having a good time. But the apartment has been warm, we're surrounded by boxes, eating too much carbs.

The drive from Arizona was mildly nerve-wracking, but we made it. Good old Jason helped us unload furniture on Monday evening - eternal thanks to you my friend.

We're fetching Nicole's matron-of-honor, Ericka, from the airport tomorrow (Thursday). She's spending the night with San Diego relatives, then Friday morning we're all driving up to L.A. for wedding preparations and rehearsal. Rehearsal - I haven't even started practicing.

Nevertheless impatient. Want to do the wedding and split for the honeymoon. I feel like Martin Sheen stuck waiting for his mission in his Saigon hotel room. Not getting enough sleep this week, need to go to the gym tonight. If I was in my ordinary state of mind I'd be concerned over the money that people are spending on wedding presents.

But ultimately I can't let myself feel guilty if someone decides to buy me a ceramic jug shaped like a chicken-head just because it's on my wedding registry. I can't be wasting my emotions, I've got bigger fish to fry.