Martin and Dee

Dee and me at the Buckeye Roadhouse

September 7, 2007

Here's the other side of the table.

At the Buckeye Roadhouse

September 7, 2007

After Mike, Christina and I hike to Stinson Beach, we had dinner with Martin and Dee at the Buckeye Roadhouse--the food was very good.

The Other World

8/31/2003

And every once in a while, we celebrate Dennise's birthday by going to Burning Man. I've been with Dennise 3 times, and with Martin twice. It was freezing cold, there were dust storms, it was hot, I cut my feet, we ate well, played music, build motorized miniature camps, rescued kermit the frog, people came and sang for us, and we just plain geeked out. And no one can make you feel as pampered and taken care of as these guys, not just to me, but to assorted intermittent friends I brought along. Thanks D&M & Frogma.

Dennise was really excited.

9/17/2005

Love International, continued

9/17/2005

I think they love each other. And Martin really really liked the soup. And they like treating their friends well.

Love International

9/17/2005

In another significant September with Martin and Dennise, they had a wedding that was spectacular whose theme was "The Best Party We Could Possibly Throw and Hang Out With Our Family and Friends." We were given tickets, there were firedancers dressed scantily, we lied on beds while food was brought to us by friendly servers in skimpy space-aged air-hostess outfits. And when we asked for a glass of champagne, we were told "would you just like a whole bottle?" Then there was shift two, which involved dancing, friends that became completely unintelligible, and we ended up quietly chilling at 4am in a pit of mattresses.
Just like every other wedding. Oh, and Mona let me use her sweet camera.
Isn't Dennise's dress nice? I like the gradient of color.

A Wednesday in the Park

9/25/2002

Aren't they cute? Taken in Central Park.

Making the best of NYC, post 9/11

9/25/2002

A year-ish later, we all arranged to go to NYC to see Iepe, our Dutch anticapitalistic performance artist friend from Berlin, who was to do a performance, as "The Joker" that would stop traffic in Manhattan on a Friday afternoon, and possibly send him to jail. Iepe was upstaged by some even crazier performance artists a few weeks previously, but we still had our tickets, so we still went. There were walks in the park, people offering us birthday cake, art galleries, relatives, lots of old college buddies around, and my first trip to a desolate Coney Island. It gave me great hope for New York. Iepe canceled his performance (and later went on to found the World Chess Boxing Organization). Even in the darkest of times, another great mini-vacation with Martin and Dennise.

And then, we went back to Amsterdam

12/3/2000

I moved back to the U.S., and a couple of months later, someone spotted really cheap weekend tickets to Amsterdam, and Martin and Dennise wanted to go. I injected myself into the equation. Strange things happened. There were breakdancing soccer players in Santa caps. There was a midget santa in a wheelchair that suddenly zipped out of nowhere from behind us down the street and left us speechless. A taxicab that said "oooooooF" And finally, Ms. Pac Man, and a toilet that reported itself to be "out of control."
I really interfered in their romantic vacation; in this photo you can see me squeezing in between when they were trying to smooch. (or maybe we were just cowering under cover in a torrential downpour with nothing better to do than take photos of ourself).
So I took off to Groeningen for an evening to surprise Kallin for her party, and Martin finally had a night alone with Dennise, and they went to the Supperclub.
I later heard it was that night that Martin decided he wanted to propose to Dennise. And it was that night that sparked interest in a San Francisco edition of the Supperclub. See what a night away from me will do?

From Amsterdam to Schmargendorf

9-11-2000

Martin called me when I was living in Berlin and said "I like my relatives, but I need to hang out with young people." As his attorney, I advised him to come to Berlin, at which point we would rent a very fast car with no top and drive to Amsterdam. At the last second, we got a passenger, Hanna; luckily the car rental people were used to me, and found me a convertible that seated four at a moment's notice. We dropped off Hanna at Kallin's place in Groeningen. We came back and went to Schmargendorf and called each other "Feinschmecker." We went to the Falafel island and even "Borger King," and hung out with my anti-capitalistic artist friends. Just another weekend with Martin.