"There's only us..."

>> Nov 28, 2005

So last week we saw the movie version of RENT. It brought back lots of memories for me. Did anyone ever wonder how Anthony and I came to be? As cheesy as it may be, it all started with RENT. First of all, the final count is Anthony: 11 times and Annie: 6 times--the number of times we had seen RENT the musical.

First of all, Anthony and I met at
Souplantation when we were 18 (we're 27 years old now, so it's been awhile!). So you could say that it's a combination of RENT and Souplantation (the best combination there is!). Anthony was just another co-worker in the grinding, well-oiled wheel that was Souplantation. Gradually, we both realized that we had the same sense of humor (everything was either a pun or an inside joke that was funny only to us), so we were buddies. He had gone to Boston and had seen RENT and came back a raving maniac about it, and talking about it non-stop and how much he loved it, and how he wanted to see it again and again, and that it was coming to LA. I knew vaguely of it; I had gone to a dance recital and heard one of the songs ...I knew I liked it but I never knew what the name of the song was.

And then
RENT came to Los Angeles. I told him I was interested in seeing it some time, but I was never really committed to anything. Then a co-worker (female) came up to me and asked me, "Are you going to see RENT with me and Anthony?" I was surprised and replied, "I'd love to, but I don't think I'm invited." Knowing Anthony's game (the pimp at the "'plantation"), I figured I was part of a plan relating to Anthony's latest crush, so I thought, "WHATEVER; he's using me and didn't even tell me." To make a long story short (I know, I know), after lots of back and forth banter, Anthony convinced me that he really wanted me to go with him and that I wouldn't be the third wheel on their date because it WASN'T a date.

If I remember the back story correctly, Jonathon Larsen (composer, who passed away shortly before opening night on Broadway) had always wanted to make sure students got a chance to see the musical. Thus, the first 2 rows were always reserved for a $20 student rate, and patrons were usually chosen by lottery or by "first-come, first-serve" basis. In the case of Los Angeles, it was by first-come, first-serve, meaning, "You'd better be ready at dawn to bring your sleeping bags, snacks, a good attitude, and hard fists (if anyone tried to steal your place in line), and set up camp at the side of the Ahmanson like a bum if you have a prayer of getting a seat to tonight's show."

I remember asking my dad if I could go see a play in LA with 2 people from work. As many of you may not know, my parents run a tight ship. They have, and always will be strict with me. Imagine how surprised I was when my dad waved at Anthony (whom he's never met) from the top of the staircase at 4 A.M. on a weekday when he came to pick me up. I had an overnight bag and a dressy outfit hanging, and GET THIS, GET THIS, I said to Anthony when my dad went back in his room to continue getting ready for work, after telling us to be safe and drive carefully, "Dude, I feel like I'm eloping, and my dad doesn't even mind."

Tee hee. Ah, my future husband and my dad's future son-in-law. The meeting was perfect.

So we finally get there and after about 14 hours of bumming it against the side of the building, we were ready, and since we were first in line, we got 1st row, center. :)

All I know is that from the moment they started singing, "
Rent", I couldn't stop crying. I'm not sure why I was crying, but it was that emotional for me. I cried through the entire show. The show just had such powerful singing and a unique message. The song I didn't know the name of? "Will I?," which is still one of my favorites.

After continuing to see the show on its run in LA, Anthony and I became closer and soon, best friends.

We became each other's confidante. I remember Anthony once saying about his love life, "I don't think it's in the books for me to get married." And I remember saying back to him, with all sincerity, because I was his best friend, "I think you have to be married. You have a lot of love to give someone else and that can't be wasted." I knew he was touched by that. BUT I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THAT SOMEONE TO BE ME! jk.

We soon realized that we were getting jealous everytime we talked about our recent dates with other people, or who were were pining away for at the moment, or just anyone of the opposite sex that we happened to talk to, I think. But we resisted to tell each other how we felt. After a lot of subtle hints, we decided to give "us" a shot.

So here we are in the present. After 8 years of fighting, soul-searching, moments where we knew we could love no one else but each other, and lots of other musicals and plays (feeding into Anthony's love for theater), we have decided that it IS "in the books" for Anthony to be married, and that I should have convinced him to elope that morning if we knew what we know now.

So as far as the review of the movie...I loved it, aside from the corny parts (hmm, riding around on a bicycle singing doesn't work well, and neither does singing on top of a desert canyon with arms spread open "Scott Stapp"-style). It's difficult to translate certain parts of the play from the stage to the screen. Anthony liked it, but expected more because he loved the play so much. I loved how "
Rent", "Life Support", "Tango: Maureen", "Out Tonight", "Another Day (another absolute favorite of mine)", "La Vie Boheme", and "I'll Cover You reprise" were done.

Have no idea what the hell I'm talking about? WTF is
La Vie Boheme? See the movie or even better, see the play!

I'll see if I can find some dusty pictures of us during those days...

xo, Annie

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Thankful

>> Nov 24, 2005

This year I have found a whole new world to be thankful for.
To be short, simple and stright to the point, I am thankful this year for my future wife (In 5 months!!!!), I am thankful for my wonderful job ( I feel so blessed with this opportunity), I am thankful for my wonderful students, I am thankful for the opportunity to attend graduate school (I'm so stressed out but I'm having so much fun with it), I am thankful for my dads health, my family, Annie's family.

Lots of people are in my thoughts and prayers this Thanksgiving. Some who I know personally, and others who I don't know but know they need our love. Please keep others who are less fortunate than you to be blessed with a nice thanksgiving in your thoughts and prayers. Be safe and Happy Thansgiving.

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I have a dream

>> Nov 22, 2005

I kept meaning to post this. I had a horrible dream the other night. Very uncool. I realized that all of my fears come in dreams, and this one is a perfect example.

So I'm in my wedding dress and I woke up to find that it's late in the evening. I put on my flip flops (flip flops ?) and walk outside to see the reception in full swing...with the exception of me. I had no recollection of the wedding ceremony. I start crying. I look for and finally find Anthony, who didn't really seem to notice or care that I have been missing all of this, and I asked him, "Why didn't you wake me up?" and he said, "Because you were tired, and I thought you needed to rest." I then see our whole wedding party lined up and are in the receiving line to be announced into the reception, again, without me or Anthony. I asked Anthony, "What about our pictures? We need to take our pictures," to which he replied, "Well, you were asleep, so they took pictures without us." Unbelievable.

For the rest of the evening, I walked around, numb, and invisible (apparently, because no one stopped to talk to me). I kept thinking,
"I forgot to buy the cake knives; how will they cut the cake?"
"Are we still doing the Father/Daughter dance? Does the deejay know I wanted to do that because I don't remember finalizing the itinerary with him."
"What is everyone eating? I didn't choose a menu yet."
"My dress doesn't fit because we never got a final fitting. Why am I wearing slippers?"
"Why does Anthony look so happy in this nightmare of a wedding?"

The intent of this post is not to feel sorry for me, but just to laugh. I'm 99% positive all will go well on the big day, and that all of my fears will only turn up in dreams.


Still, with the way I am, I still worry so. :)

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, if I don't get to post before then!! Let's see, what are Anthony's and my plans for this holiday? Spending it with our respective families, and worrying about how we'll split up our time with each family NEXT YEAR. Too much thinking for now! :) I know...so bad.

Happy Turkey Day!


Much love, Annie

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Happy Birthday to Anthony!

>> Nov 18, 2005


So it's Anthony's birthday and he's 27 years young! This is his last birthday as a free man. It's all downhill from here!

It's been a hectic week for me, but I just wanted Anthony to know that I thought of him all the time, and as tired as I am, I am so excited about celebrating his birthday! I get to take him out tonight. If all goes well, I will treat him to his favorite burger joint in LA (his choice, not mine...my choice would be somewhere a little schnazzier, but he's got simple tastes), and then take him to see "Walk the Line." Again, if it were me, I would be demanding nothing short of a 5-star restaurant, and something else extremely expensive and romantic. But that's me.

But how did this blog turn out to be about me? It's about Anthony, and how he's celebrating a birthday, and he's got so much to be proud of this past year, and this upcoming year. Anthony, I love you and I'm proud of you and you're 27 now! Happy Birthday :) Enjoy your day!

Everyone, please join me in wishing Anthony a happy birthday. This will tell me how many people actually read our blog! And how many people love Anthony. Now that I've guilted you into posting a comment, POST!

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>> Nov 14, 2005


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Why you cry?

>> Nov 3, 2005


*sniff sniff* I miss you, too, Anthony!

It's been a rough week, lemme tell ya. Right now, I am stuck at work due to a "suspicious package" on the subway station. I am stranded and I am waiting for my Dadoo to pick me up, since I lost my chance to ask others for a ride to downtown LA.

And you'd think that with my big straw hat and teary eyes that someone would take pity on me and give me a ride. :(

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Missing Annie

On a typical week I talk to Annie nightly as we recap our days and tell each other about the hell we went through. Generally I don't see Annie at all throughout the entire week and we find ourselves jumping in each others arms come Friday. Lately I've been busy with school and work that some nights in the week we talk for maybe a half hour. As hard as that is, this week has been harder due to the fact that Annie is very busy at work. Last night when I got home from school at 10:30pm I called Annie up who was already sleeping having been up since 4:00am and I said maybe a total of ten words to her before I said goodnight to her and let her go back to sleep. I guess the point of this post is to let her know that I miss her but that with as little the time we've spent talking to each other I still love her very much and maybe even more. It use to feel good to see her face on Friday but now it feels good just to hear her voice. bye bye

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Can the Toyota Pasucko get any worse???

>> Oct 24, 2005

Did I not just hit someone from behind today with the Paseo?
I could have sworn I saw her take off and turn right like I was about to.
I slowly inched my way up, taking my eye off the car in front of me and looking at oncoming traffic, thinking she had taken off, and all of a sudden...Bam!

As if the Paseo can look any worse?
Nothing was wrong with her car and I just have a broken turn signal.
It pisses me off though because anyone that knows me knows that I'm a careful driver! In fact Annie calls me grandpa when I drive.

As mad as I am andunable to concentrate on anyting school related, I figured the one thing that would help take my mind off matters would be to think about Annie.
Since we've been back from our retreat I haven't had the opportunity to express how the weekend affected me. Everyone I see asks me "How was it?"
My answer, "It was really great! I didn't want to be there at first thinking we were better than that, but the last day really hit Annie and I."
It's true. I figured Annie and I had been together for so long that we know everything there is to know. While that remained true, we did learn how we might go about to better understand the issues that we both know we disagree on. Sounds a bit confusing but we understood.
Annie gave a wonderful summary of how we spent our weekend and what it did for us as a engaged couple. I left the retreat with a new appreciation for her as a woman and as my future wife. Even though I had so much work to do when I got home I wanted nothing more than to be able to lie down, relax, and soak in the weekend.
How sucky was it one week later when Annie takes off on a family vacation and leaves me alone. Again, having a lot of school work, and teacher work to keep me busy, it was still hard to focus and get things done. I thought about how I spent my weekend when I heard a couple of people say to me, " Oh you're a free man this weekend." Did I once think that way and think about the fun I can go out and have? No! Why? Because the one person I can have fun with was not here...my Annie.

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>> Oct 16, 2005


Another beautiful view from the retreat center. That's all.

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Anthony holding a bag of a staple food of his people. Also, the conference room where all the couples joined together with the presenters.

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Anthony writing. Not posed at all. But doesn't he just look like a perfect fiance?

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Me writing. Just a glimpse of what we did all weekend. Anthony gave me that rose that I'm mistreating by sitting on it.

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This is Bud, the retreat mascot. He's waiting for someone to fish out his slimy tennis ball and throw it to him so he can catch it and then drop it back in the fountain. Rinse and repeat.

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One of my favorite pics of the weekend.

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Just me acting like I can take photographs.

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Another view. "Where does Brit Brit live?", I wondered.

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Anthony walking back.

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Beautiful view...beautiful people. Just kidding.

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Why did I think this was funny?

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Close encounter of the engaged kind...

Dude. So we're back from our Engaged Encounter retreat weekend. What an experience. Where to begin? So we were supposed to be in Malibu by 7:15 PM on Friday night (Malibu is about 75 miles away from us). We didn't leave my house until about 5:30 PM. And then we hit traffic. And we needed to arrive having eaten. We grabbed something fast and I spilled BBQ sauce on my pants (crotch-area, of course) trying to hand Anthony his food while he drove. We also got amazingly lost in narrow neighborhood streets, and almost hit Bambi on the way (I now understand the phrase, "...like a deer in headlights.") Bambi seemed to say to us, "Dude, you guys are seriously over an hour late." We arrived a little after 8:30 PM.

The retreat was basically a chance for the two of us to discuss marriage and what we think we're getting into. Yes, it was a Catholic retreat, and yes, I know a lot of people don't really agree with the views of the Catholic Church, so I guess now is the time to mention that lots of other faiths were there, too, from Buddhists to Baptists. Not one couple walked away in a huff. It took place in beautiful Malibu (where I now want to live) at a retreat center in the hills. Fun times, we had to room with another person of the same gender. *Sigh* I know what you're thinking. We've waited this long to travel together..why not be able to stay in the same room? It's okay, we weren't too bummed about it. At least for me, I had a very cool roomie who was very accommodating and didn't fart in her sleep or ask me if her fiance could sleep in our room with us.

If anyone didn't know this by now, Anthony and I have been dating for almost 8 years now, so we know each other pretty well. I wanted to go because first of all, it's one of the requirements in order to get married in the church. Secondly, I wanted to reinforce what I already knew: that Anthony was THE one. Anthony, as usual, was too busy to really get excited about anything, so he was just going through the motions. Also, he felt we'd already talked about everything. But, he was going with positive intentions. And that's all I could ask for.

I will spare you from all the swarmy, marmy, mushy details, but just know that I love Anthony more than ever now. And I know Anthony feels the same way. But I'll let him tell his side of the story. We were still trying to get our bearings and settle in on Friday after being so late, so other than the beautiful view of the almost half-moon reflecting off the ocean while I wrote in my journal, we didn't get that much out of it. Saturday was a full day of the same thing, with the amazing view of the hills and ocean as we reflected on so much. But Sunday was the kicker for us. Lots of tears and emotion. Good tears and good emotion. Lots of "us-time" and commitment vows that I'm still thinking about even a couple of hours afterward and I will for a long time.

I highly recommend this retreat to anyone that is getting married. I know a lot of people may have already gone to this and didn't get anything out of it. It's different with us. I think it had a lot to do with the atmosphere and what you as a couple make of it.

It also helped that we made up names for some of the 46 couples that were there with us. We're ruthless when we're in public. Sorry to any couples we offended. :) But other than being the recluse "too cool for school" couple, we did meet some crazy couples that we will definitely keep in touch with.

With all that, we had a great experience, and I can't WAIT to be married.

Who knows?...in a couple of years, Anthony and I might even be one of the host couples that present to other engaged couples. Yikes! What's next? Anthony might as well look into being a priest. And I, a nun. Just kidding. Sorry everyone. All of these good things are finally happening to us, and we want to spread the love or give back somehow.

Pics to come!

Much love, Annie

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