4.28.2007
why
why does the yardwork company feel that 7am on a saturday morning is a great time to use a leafblower on the neighbor's house outside my bedroom window? i never really realized how loud leafblowers were. i went out on the balcony and stared at him for awhile in confusion. this is vegas. we don't really even have leaves to blow. so much for getting a little extra sleep. thanks leafblower man. thanks a lot.
4.24.2007
weekend in nashville
was action-packed. between seeing dad play his now routine gig at the grand ole opry, picking out wedding rings, getting zach fitted for his wedding day duds, meeting with florist, going to caterer's party and catching plane back it was pretty successful. i didn't get to visit with friends, but got a lot done. the house is coming right along and is looking beautiful. i love going home and am never too psyched to get back to vegas.
we visit claire's school to see the mural she did.
dad prepares to back porter wagner!
sitting behind dad on the stage.
ceremony site
we visit claire's school to see the mural she did.
dad prepares to back porter wagner!
sitting behind dad on the stage.
ceremony site
4.17.2007
4.07.2007
the Best Man goes to the tailor
zach recently emailed his groomsmen asking them to get measured for their suits. here is the best man's epic journey:
"I finally made it to the tailors here in Berkeley yesterday. I had stopped by in the morning and the old Chinese guy with the Giants cap who runs the place said the tailor would not be in until noon and suggested that I come back later. So on my way home from campus I stopped by and seated by the window there was a fat old Russian lady missing half her teeth and with her hair dyed that bizarre scarlet color that they only seem capable of producing in Eastern Europe. I'm sure you remember that color from Greenpoint. The old Chinese guy took out a little pad and the Russian seamstress got her measuring tape and smiled her crooked smile at me as she looked into my eyes as if measuring my character with a penetrating gaze and then asked, "Vedding?" In a dazed reflex I muttered, "Yes... a wedding" and she extended her hand to shake mine as she smiled her approval and whispered, "Congratulations..." I tried to explain that I was already married and that it was in fact my best friend who was getting married but she had already left the formalities far behind and with furrowed brow was deeply immersed in taking the measurements. She would wrap the tape measure around one or another part of my body and then yell out the numbers with a shrill decisive exclamation that registered somewhere between a chirp and a bark: Tirty-vun! Vorty-tree! Vorty-vun! Each exclamation leading the old Chinese guy to repeat some strangely distorted questioning echo: Sirty-fun? Fotty-tee? Fotty-fun? They frequently stopped as well to argue about what the proper English term was for the measurement corresponding to the number being yelled out. The old Chinese guy asking me: "What you call that sir? Ahhhhhm-hole? Ahhhhhm-lound? For sreeeeve, you know. You know?" Images of walking down the aisle at your perfect wedding in some kind of insane person's ill-fitting asymmetrical suit started to flood my brain and as the measurements ended the Russian must have sensed my doubts and fears. She grasped my hand and fixed her penetrating gaze on my eyes again and said, "Don't vorry... I tailor vorty year" while laughing with menacing glee at the worried expression on my face. In the end, I paid them five dollars and stumbled out into the street clutching a piece of paper bearing a rather cryptic scrawl of letters and numbers. I sincerely hope that these will somehow translate into a suit that will fit me. Let me know if the Nashville tailors say that these don't make any sense and I will try to find another tailor."
Chest: 41"
Chest over arms: 49"
Waist: 39"
Hips: 43"
Thigh: 27"
Jacket Length: 27"
Arm hole: 17"
Sleeve length: 34"
Shoulder: 6.5"
Neck: 17"
Pant length: 41"
Inseam: 31"
"I finally made it to the tailors here in Berkeley yesterday. I had stopped by in the morning and the old Chinese guy with the Giants cap who runs the place said the tailor would not be in until noon and suggested that I come back later. So on my way home from campus I stopped by and seated by the window there was a fat old Russian lady missing half her teeth and with her hair dyed that bizarre scarlet color that they only seem capable of producing in Eastern Europe. I'm sure you remember that color from Greenpoint. The old Chinese guy took out a little pad and the Russian seamstress got her measuring tape and smiled her crooked smile at me as she looked into my eyes as if measuring my character with a penetrating gaze and then asked, "Vedding?" In a dazed reflex I muttered, "Yes... a wedding" and she extended her hand to shake mine as she smiled her approval and whispered, "Congratulations..." I tried to explain that I was already married and that it was in fact my best friend who was getting married but she had already left the formalities far behind and with furrowed brow was deeply immersed in taking the measurements. She would wrap the tape measure around one or another part of my body and then yell out the numbers with a shrill decisive exclamation that registered somewhere between a chirp and a bark: Tirty-vun! Vorty-tree! Vorty-vun! Each exclamation leading the old Chinese guy to repeat some strangely distorted questioning echo: Sirty-fun? Fotty-tee? Fotty-fun? They frequently stopped as well to argue about what the proper English term was for the measurement corresponding to the number being yelled out. The old Chinese guy asking me: "What you call that sir? Ahhhhhm-hole? Ahhhhhm-lound? For sreeeeve, you know. You know?" Images of walking down the aisle at your perfect wedding in some kind of insane person's ill-fitting asymmetrical suit started to flood my brain and as the measurements ended the Russian must have sensed my doubts and fears. She grasped my hand and fixed her penetrating gaze on my eyes again and said, "Don't vorry... I tailor vorty year" while laughing with menacing glee at the worried expression on my face. In the end, I paid them five dollars and stumbled out into the street clutching a piece of paper bearing a rather cryptic scrawl of letters and numbers. I sincerely hope that these will somehow translate into a suit that will fit me. Let me know if the Nashville tailors say that these don't make any sense and I will try to find another tailor."
Chest: 41"
Chest over arms: 49"
Waist: 39"
Hips: 43"
Thigh: 27"
Jacket Length: 27"
Arm hole: 17"
Sleeve length: 34"
Shoulder: 6.5"
Neck: 17"
Pant length: 41"
Inseam: 31"
4.02.2007
kate goes national
the day has finally come where kate, zach's lil sis will make her tv debut on THE BACHELOR! out here on the west coast countdown is still at 1 hour. i read an article today that she does "the worm" on the show. - a talent of kate's i have been waiting years to see. from talking with her there will probably be a lot of tricky editing so for the real story visit her blog: http://katebrockhouse.blogspot.com/
YAY KATE!
gosh that zebra dress looks so darn familiar.
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