Monday, July 29, 2013

The Proposal

Last Saturday D and N got engaged. D sent out an email the week before informing his 10 co-conspirators of the schedule. I provide an edited version below, since it is close to what actually occurred and those of you who know D will appreciate it.

4:00pm: Be sharp! Meet at the parking area for the Environmental Education Center in Tilden Park in Berkeley. In the parking lot, you will pick up supplies. ​Bring a small backpack. Dress comfortably.​ ​The hike will be short. However, the incline is steep in some places. M will lead you to Wildcat Peak. He and I scoped out the trail. He will put K, M, and S in their hiding place.
4:30pm: D and N begin hike.
5:15pm (apx): D and N reach the junction to the peak. D speaks loudly so Sac folks can hear him beginning up toward the peak. After D​ and N pass, Sac folks should follow - but wait until D and N are out of sight.

At the Peak:
D and N are surprised to find friends enjoying the view. This will be played off as a chance encounter. D might be upset he wasn't invited. Soon after Sac friends come up. This is also treated as a chance encounter.
After talking, D says he would like to have some music. He and J turn on romantic Italian music with a phone connected to a portable speaker.
Then W says he thinks it would be nice if we had candles. He, T, S, and M quickly set out candles and light them.
Then K says she has rose petals and would like to spread them around. She does so.
Then B says he has champagne he'd like to share. He pulls out the bottles, but realizes he doesn't have any glasses.
J and M happen to have some glasses. They announce this and pass them around.
Then D says, "Wait! We can't have champagne without something to toast." This is his lead in to the proposal about which the content you will have to be surprised.
After N says yes (hopefully) and there is clapping and cheering, champagne bottles should be popped.
Champagne (and cider) are distributed. We then toast! We can hang out for a while before hiking down together.


Now, my commentary - Naturally, after receiving the schedule I was highly curious for the big day to arrive. S and I carpooled down to Berkeley and found our way to the park. The weather appeared perfect - overcast but warm, with a lovely breeze. As we walked from the car (we had to park quite a ways away as I was fairly certain a green fiat with Sacramento might catch N's eye) we met B and M, the four of us proceeded to visit the rabbits and goats at the farm until everyone arrived. We gathered and took our 'before' excitement photos. 

B and I waiting to hike out.

Unfortuntialzy W and T did not appear and as time passed we had to leave without them or risk begin overtaken on the trail by D and N. Only at this point was it made clear that this would be a several mile loop. Not expected based on D's description of the hike as "short" though the steep incline was spot on. The haze also decided to clear only for the period of upward hiking and there was much dripping of sweat as well as some mild grumbling from several of the group. At last, we made it to the top. At a fork just below the turn towards the top S, M, and myself were hidden behind the brush. Waiting. More waiting. More waiting. Luckily the view was nice.


Eventually D and N passed and we slowly crept out behind them. We'd taken only a few steps towards the top when we were hailed by a gentleman approaching us. In his arms was the most enormous gardner snake I think I've ever seen. In our lengthy talk (which, I'm sure, left everyone at the top, except N, wondering where we were) we learned that he had had the snake for 12 years and often brought it into classrooms or to other events for display. 

M and the snake (S stays safely away)

Because the gentleman was headed the same direction he accompanied us up to the top. Much to the squeamish horror of several of the group awaiting us. 

Besides W and T getting lost, the next issue was that when the three of us reached the top the candles and music were already out. Which left me without my cue for petals. After confirming with B I said my line (which went unheard by half of out ten person gathering) and brought out the rose petals. Which later was proclaimed several peoples favorite part because it was so hilarious. The breeze had picked up as the fog was on approach and rose petals kept getting picked up by the breeze and launched at people. N may have taken a few in the face. Finally the half filled paper grocery bag of petals was emptied. 


This is after most had blown away, verified by the fact that the champagne is open.

B brought out the champagne and J and i worked to assemble the plastic glasses. At this point worried glances towards the snake sunning itself on the outer ring of stone continued and a helpful woman on her bike decided to stop and yell her inquiry:

"What are you all celebrating?"

*crickets chirping* 

"Nothing..." (sheepish replay from several of the group). Looks of horror and awkwardness pass between everyone. 

Bike killjoy: "You have to be celebrating something! What is it?"

Full awkward laughter is happening as one of the group carefully leads the curious woman away explaining that D is about to propose but has not yet done so and sends her on her way. Finally glasses are distributed and D begins his speech.


The highlight for me was the use of "awesome-ist" in the proposal.

N says yes. Well actually he smiled and kissed D, after which D asked, "So does that mean yes?" which N affirmed, then there was cheering. 


Naturally, it was then picture time.  

M, me, B, and J

B thrilled with our reflection photo.

K, S, J, D, D, N, J, M, and M

We had a much lovelier hike down the mountain, where we came across W and T on the way down. D and N both seemed pleased. I was happy to provide some diversity to the group, being both the only female and only straight member of the group, which I find hilarious. 

Wedding planned for August 2014 - crossing fingers I'm still in the US at that point. 

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Unexpected

I recently decided to confirm I had officially graduated. Don't raise your eyebrows. There was a chance (due to some paperwork/timing/thesis/exam confusion) that I might not have graduated. Before embarking on new paths I wanted to verify there was nothing I needed to do.  If I needed to start calling in favors across campus I wanted to get started. This involved tricking the Office of Graduate Studies into reviewing my file and produced a message from a concerned staff member who found problems, but resolved them during the course of her voicemail.

Afterward I found something curious in my online student records. I did not receive my expected degree in Liberal Arts, instead my graduate advisor apparently sold her soul to get my degree changed to a Master of Arts in Humanities.

The university changed the program near the end of my coursework, but I hadn't taken any of the new requisite courses. No longer will I need to clarify what "liberal arts" denotes almost every single time I'm asked about my university studies. Perhaps folks are befuddled over their surprise that one can get a masters degree in Library Science and the total confusion over what Liberal Arts might entail is simply icing on the cake. Oh - art history, comparative literature, religious studies, history, social studies, philosophy, film studies - all kinds of fun things. None of which I actually mastered.

Except... now I'll be heading out across land and ocean to places were Liberal Arts is the more common terminology. Oh, what's in a name?

The most important thing is simply I graduated. I, of course, would be the one to randomly change my degree in the last month of school, without even knowing it. Perhaps not that unexpected then.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Ghost of Int'l Law Programs Past

With summer programs approaching I've been pulling double duty and doing a little work at UCD.


In the process, I have realized there is a good chance (should I become a ghost) I will be forced to haunt the UC Davis International Law Programs offices. It has been 3 years since I quit and for the following reasons I still seem to work there:

If you call the main phone line and get the answering machine you hear my voice (I sound about 16, though I believe I was 24 when I recorded that message).

If you call the director's office you hear me again. The message even instructs you to contact Kristen S... if you have an urgent question (I'm sure this evokes sorrowful reminders that I'm not there).

The whiteboard outside the director's office (where she is supposed to indicate where she is) obviously is futile because her name is still written in my sloppy hand - which was seriously trippy to realize as I walked by.


My picture graces the walls in several places.

Items hang on the walls where I left them.

More than even my parent's house, I don't know there is any place on earth that bears so many vestiges of my presence. It's creepy.

Friday, July 19, 2013

The Waiting Game Continues...

Invitations for the September orientation class for Foreign Service Specialists went out this week. Projected hiring for FY 2012-13 was 44 people. With only 30 of those spots filled that left 14 open spots. Guess who was safely inside the first 14 on the list?

However, sequestration doom meant only six lucky folks got pulled for September. While not unexpected, as it wasn't likely they were going to take the full 14, this does alter life for the next six months. It presents some new opportunities and potential changes I haven't quite worked out yet. Not to mention I am now anticipating a move to Washington D.C. in the frozen winter. It's a relief to have some direction, even if it only is a brief reprieve until uncertainty kicks in again. Naturally I will use this six months gift to throw my life into chaos.

I did go home straight home Wednesday evening and bake a blueberry pie for solace.




I suppose this is good news, won't be running off to Turkmenistan any time soon. Nope, just more waiting. January offers should go out near the dawn of December, stay tuned (should go out in the same way September's go out near the beginning of July... or the 17th).

Monday, July 15, 2013

D's Bridal

In just a few short weeks my lovely cousin D will be married. She currently lives up near Mount Hood in Oregon, and her wedding will be in the gorgeous Columbia River Gorge. J and I will be flying up for the wedding and adventures.

D's bridal shower was this past weekend and I was racing to finish the first of my project assignments for her wedding - photo booth props. She agreed to printouts and made only one additional request - headphones.


Just a little trimming and sticks to go.

The shower was down in Foster City (land of man made water features) and lovely. I'm quite certain I'll be overly sentimental about every family gathering I attend until I leave. 


J, D, and I