Getting away

April 13, 2010 at 8:08 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , )

This weekend…in 3 short days….I will be in Vermont.

I’ve never been so excited to go away for no good reason.  We’re not doing anything special, the weather isn’t even going to be nice.  But the idea of going somewhere and being able to do just about nothing – amazing.

I know I was on “vacation” for like, 8 months.  It wasn’t the same.  I was stressed and sad and cranky all the time.  But going to a place that I’ve known and loved since childhood is kind of ideal.

I can spend the whole weekend relaxing.  I won’t be at the animal shelter (don’t get me wrong, I love that.  But I spend basically my whole Saturday there).  I don’t have to worry about grocery shopping (at least until Monday).  I won’t have to worry about laundry or what needs to get done or what I’m going to wear next week – because I’m going to be somewhere that it doesn’t matter.

And there’s going to be booze.  Lots and lots of it.  Actually, my job is to bring the booze to Vermont.  And bring it I shall.

So for the next few days, my insanely happy and disturbing mood is all because I’m leaving…wahoo!

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Well, I had a topic

March 22, 2010 at 7:39 pm (Uncategorized) (, , )

I was going to blog for the first time in like, weeks.  I had a topic!  I was going to write about making friends at my new temp job and how I want everyone to be my friend or at least have someone to have lunch with.

Also, there are many many boys there – and they are always milling about and I want to be their friends, but I’m too awkward in my own body to communicate with them.

AND THEN

Then I got offered a job in my field, paying better than I had been making at any job before, with an office with a gym and HEALTH insurance and VISION insurance and a 401K and you know  A FULL TIME PERMANENT JOB.

So really, who cares if I make friends at the place I’m at now?  I’ve been there for a week and this Friday is my last day.  So huzzah for that and SOON I will have blog topics because SOON I will be employed just like the rest of you.

I am so excited for this there are no words to describe it.  It’s been the longest 8 months ever.  It’s worst than being pregnant (or so I’ve heard).  But now it’s done and I can get back to being an adult again.

Or something like that.

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The perfect interview

February 2, 2010 at 11:23 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Before I go on about what my life SHOULD be like, can I just say how impressed with myself I am?  Tonight I went out with a boy that I was very sure that I wouldn’t get along with because he is nice and kind and GOES TO CONFESSION and you know, is a nerd.  A big nerd.  The D&D, World of Warcraft kind of nerd.  Actually, he doesn’t know that he almost lost his head when he mentioned WoW, but seriously, it was close.

But I went out with him and had dinner with him and was nice and polite and told him that I would like to hang out with him again.  That part is not a lie.  He is really nice.  I would not like to date him.  He doesn’t know that I would crush him, but I know.  He’s the sort of boy I would manipulate until there was nothing left.  I realize this and act accordingly.  I am win.

Anyway, not what this post is about.

I’ve been on many interviews in the 6 months that I’ve been funemployed.  At least 10.  Most were okay, one was really terrible and there have been a few good ones.  Nothing has landed me the new job that I NEED to keep my sanity about me.  I’m waiting, patiently, but I’m getting more frustrated than I was and would really like a job.  NOW.  PLZ TO HIRE.

Having gone on all these interviews, I have a thought of how my perfect interview would go.  It doesn’t involve me walking in the door and having them just hand me a fabulous job (though that would be nice).  No, it goes more like this….

I walk into the office, looking fabulous in my suit that I feel awkward in all the time.  I don’t need to wear fatass reducing spanx because I am that fabulous.  My hair is doing all the things I want it to do and my make up doesn’t look like a 5 year old did it.  I am amazing.  I smile and everyone just thinks “WOW, we love this girl!”

I walk into the office of the very important and fancy person that makes the decisions in this place.  We chat for a few minutes about the weather, or TV, or something else.  Very important and fancy person asks me about myself and I tell them about my wonderful education at Alfred and my time at B&N and my crappy job after that and that I was laid off from the job that I loved.  I inform them that I have been volunteering with all my free time and love baking more than anything else.

This somehow turns into a discussion about the Venture Bros.  And music.  And pie.  I don’t trip over my words, I come off as bright and charming (I think I’m that way in interviews anyway.  Could be wrong though) and I’m wonderful.

I am NOT all socially awkward and unable to think of something smart to say.  In fact, I say all the right things.  I somehow magically come up with a new business plan for this company.  Very important and fancy person is so impressed that they say that they will call me in the next few days.

And in this interview dream of mine, THEY CALL ME.  LIKE THEY SAID THAT THEY WOULD.  I talk to their HR person, who is actually helpful and they give me a job.  I go to work and enjoy it and love it there and everyone loves me.  I make enough baked goods to give everyone diabetes, but no one cares because they are just so happy that I am the new member to the team.

Then I find some boy there that is just perfect and we fall in love and OMG perfect wedding.

Okay, maybe not that last part.  But I dream of the interview where all goes well, everyone says what they mean and no one tells me that they are “looking to make a decision quickly”, or “needed to have someone yesterday” or “really need to get the ball rolling on this one”.  They don’t say that they will contact me in a week with no intentions to do so.  They answer the phone when I call.

I know I’ve had too much time by myself when this is my dream.  My dream is to have an interview go right.  It’s not to meet the man of my dreams or win millions of dollars or cure some terrible illness that is affecting millions or even just make pie crust from scratch.

It’s to have someone like me enough to give me a job.

I need to get out of the house more.  Preferably because I have a job.  Along those same lines, I need a job so that I can buy more shoes and underpants and concert tickets and unnecessary clothing and stuff for the wedding that I am going to be in and plane tickets and a new gym membership and sessions with my trainer and attachments for the Cuisinart mixer (yeah, I said it.  There’s an attachment that you can use to make ice cream.  Don’t judge).  I also need a job so that I can afford to live.  That’s an after thought though.

I just really need the damn shoes.

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So much love in Cupcake Land

November 2, 2009 at 12:31 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

From Lilo  - Good lord indeed. I am all psyched to eat my pasta and broccoli for lunch.

Just wanted to say: you are the best wife EVER and I had such a nice weekend. You put up with me when I am crabby and feed me and really are quite charming when you’re drunk. That is all.
LUBS
If an email like this doesn’t make my anxiety about jobs go away, I might be doomed.

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The wedding (I know you’ve all been waiting!)

August 14, 2009 at 10:04 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

Or not.

See if I care.

Right, so the wedding was this past weekend.  Even after all my bitching and moaning and complaining and crying – it turned out to be okay.  Heather was pleasant and only yelled at us once (because she was looking for a fight), the weather was beautiful and everything went off without a hitch.

And A?  He was the best wedding date ever.

I went up to my grandparents house in Vermont on Thursday afternoon.  I had my cousin Lauren in the car and we were following my grandparents.  My uncle and my cousin Jess were already at the house.  I totally would have never found the house by myself.  I haven’t been to the house since I was like, 10.  It was weird being back there and sleeping in my old bed.  There’s a giant loft upstairs with 7 beds in it (because there are 7 grandkids) and just Lauren and I slept up there.

My uncle made us all breakfast on Friday morning, which was very lovely.  I can’t tell you the last time someone made me a big breakfast like that.  We then headed over to the inn to see Heather and get ready for the rehearsal and all that fun stuff.

The inn was beautiful.  The view from the house that Heather and Tony (her new husband) and all their friends were staying in was just amazing.  It was a BEAUTIFUL house.

View from the Jewel

We had lunch, checked into our rooms, moved stuff around and prepared for dinner.  There was a BBQ up at the Jewel (that was the name of the house, yes it had a name.  I know that’s weird) on Friday night for everyone.  A was meeting me up at the house and I was so glad that he did.  He really was a good buffer and just a great person to have around.  People kept on suggesting that I should date him (HA!  FUNNY STORY GUYS) and telling me how nice he was.  Like maybe I didn’t know.  At least he was able to keep me away from my parents so I didn’t slip and tell them about my upcoming funemployment.

Saturday morning we were up early to get our hair done down in Rutland.  The lady that did my hair started out by putting it in giant sausage curls and then doing…something with it.  I don’t know how they got my hair that way, but they did.  There were 28 bobby pins holding that shit in place.  I have to say, it really did hold up for a good 13-14 hours, through the wind and dancing and other tomfoolery.  The necklace in the below photo?  Heather made those necklaces for all the bridesmaids.  You know, just in case getting married and planning a wedding wasn’t enough fun for her.

!!!

We grabbed lunch and the lady that did our makeup came by.  I felt like a painted up doll and very awkward, but everyone tells me that I looked great.  I just felt so weird in my own body.  When A came up to the Jewel to get my camera, he kept on telling me how pretty I looked.  And that’s more or less what everyone on facebook is saying too.  But it was just weird.

The ceremony was short and sweet.  The weather was perfect.  Heather looked like a dream and Tony is so handsome.  We took pictures up on the hill, took pictures with Tony’s Defender and then went down to cocktail hour (WHOO!) and that’s when the fun really began.

I just started drinking.  A lot.  Hard.  As I had just lost my job, I needed to drink.  The wedding was actually a really good distraction.  Dinner was so good and we danced the night away.  Really.  It started out by everyone dancing to songs we all knew – and the night ended with us dancing to “She thinks my tractor’s sexy” and “Save a horse, ride a cowboy”.  The reception was loud, the music was pumping and there was so much booze.  I ditched my shoes and was dancing around barefoot with my cousins.  Heather broke the bustle on her dress and didn’t care.

And A, bless him, put up with all of it.  He was like the best wedding date.  My grandma thought he was fabulous (and couldn’t stop telling me so) and he was so charming and engaging.  I know I sort of threw him in the deep end because he didn’t know anyone at the wedding besides my family, but he did so well.  He helped to keep my mind off the fact that I had no job, he looked great, he smelled fabulous AND I got him to dance.  To Billie Jean.  I win.  I can’t ever thank him enough for being awesome wedding date guy, but Lilo says that he probably owes me for something anyway.  Thanks Lilo.

Sunday morning there was brunch for Heather and Tony.  A and I got up and went to brunch and I was nursing a nasty hangover.  So nasty was this hangover that I was cursing children as they walked down the stairs.  It was nice.  We thought we had to check out at 11, but when we went to the front desk, they told us that we could stay a bit later.  I went back to the room and took a nap and that made all the difference in the world.  Suddenly I didn’t want to kill EVERYONE, I just wanted to kill some people.

The rest of the wedding party was up at the Jewel, as was my car.  We drove back up there, packed up all the cars, loaded up everyone and we were on our way back to Connecticut.  I had a 6 foot grill in the back of my car and a whole bunch of tiki torches.  A had all my clothing, my dress, everything.  Everyone’s stuff was in like, 4 different cars.  It was at least amusing.  We had a 6 car parade to get back to Connecticut and we all got seperated on the way home.

But I beat everyone back to Heather’s house and that’s what matters.

A was stopping by my house and I asked him to pick up pizza for me because on Sunday, I was so hungry and hungover still kinda and I just wanted to collapse.  Also, my family left from Vermont to go to Cape Cod and I am watching the house this week (they come home tonight, thank god).  And A did me one better.  He stopped, got pizza, GOT ME ROOT BEER, brought all my shit into the house and fed evil demon Ollie.  Man, he was really bringing his A game this weekend.  I was so thrilled when I walked in the house and discovered all these things, I almost shouted “I LOVE YOU!”

I stopped myself.  I often shout at that my friends when they do things that I like.  But I realized that he doesn’t know that yet and we’re not exactly at the stage in our friendship where I would shout that at him.  I didn’t want him to take it the wrong way.  So I just thought it and fell down on the couch.

And that was Heather’s wedding weekend.  Now I’m done.  I can’t even believe it.  The entire summer is like, done with – and so is the wedding.  I can take time to relax now and enjoy my new place.  Maybe.  Sort of.

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Most exciting thing to happen in a while

July 23, 2009 at 7:57 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

First, I need to confess something.  I totally love the new Black Eyed Peas album.  I know, I KNOW.  That’s so unlike me.  Creepy Chris asked me if I was feeling okay because I told him how much I like it.  I can’t stop listening to it.  I listen to it on the way to work and on the way to see the trainer and driving home from everywhere basically and it NEEDS TO STOP.  Fergie Ferg, what have you done?  I want my life back.  I want my life of listening to Fall Out Boy (not that they are less silly or anything) and Incubus and Ingrid Michaelson back.  DAMN YOU, Black Eyed Peas and your feel goodery music.  DAMN YOU.

Last night was a pretty fun night for me.  I didn’t expect it to turn out that way. 

The backstory is that my dad and my uncles belong to a boat club.  Do we own a boat?  No.  Not sure why we belong to the boat club.  It’s an exclusive club, I guess.  There are only male members and I’m not allowed to go to the club unless my dad or one of my uncles signs me in.  I can’t even go in the building unless they are there.  They are a little weird like that.  The club just spent all this money building a tiki bar outside.  Over the summers, they have family BBQs where they just grill up a whole bunch of food and everyone just hangs out on the deck and eats and drinks and is loud.  They did that all last summer and I would go to most of the BBQs for lack of something better to do. 

There was a bartender working there last summer named Joe.  He was always a little flirty but I didn’t think much of it because hello, he’s a bartender and that’s what he does.  According to everyone, he’s had gastric bypass or a lapband or something and recently lost a lot of weight (not that it matters) and he looks good.  He looks very good.  Regardless – what happened went nothing beyond innocent flirting.  I wasn’t feeling too great about myself, so I didn’t much care.

But last night, I went back down to the club, not really expecting to see him.  But there Joe was, working the tiki bar and laughing.  I walked up to get a drink and he seemed very excited to see me.  He said “Hey hotness.  You’re here.  Good.  What can I get you?” and it went from there.  I would offer to go get everyone drinks (I’m a whore for attention sometimes) and every time I walked up, he would tell me that I was cute and adorable and so on and so forth.  He asked me questions about when I was moving out and where I was going and who I would be living with (O RLY?) and it seemed like he was digging for information.  I can just give it to you, Joe the bartender.  (That’s what she said)

He started telling W things just so that I would have to come back to the bar to talk to him.  He started throwing ice down my shirt.  Lots of ice.  It was getting stuck in my bra and I was laughing and throwing it back at him and so on.  I went down to my uncle’s boat and as I walked past, he called out to ask me if I was coming back to the bar to visit him.  One of my cousins told me that he kept on looking over at me when I was standing around talking to my aunts and uncles. 

Then it got late and I was going to leave.  I was standing at the bar drinking water and telling Joe the bartender that I must go.  He asked if maybe I would like to meet him at another bar down the street when he was done at the club.  I smiled and I told him I might be available to do that.  I waited for him for a few minutes but it didn’t look like he would be leaving any time soon.  I asked him for a piece of paper, wrote down my phone number and told him I expected to hear from him.

Yes, I really did say that.  I really did tell a boy he has to call me.  I also might have said that if he didn’t text me or something, I would never return to the club again (which I might actually do anyway because if he doesn’t call, that would be SO embarassing.  FAIL).  I don’t know where I got the courage or the self confidence or ANYTHING, but I did those things.  I talked to a boy and gave him my number and sauntered away with the power of knowing that I could do that.  I’m still reeling from the fact that I said and did those things.  Holy crap.

The power of Bud Light, I say!

So today will be filled with the excitement of knowing that I gave a boy my number, he seemed interested, I know he’s single…and he might actually act on it.  In which case…EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.  So giddy and girly right now.

I totally forgot the thrill of flirting with boys that want to flirt back.  I’m disgusting myself.

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Where have I been?

July 21, 2009 at 9:40 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , )

Not blogging, that’s for sure.  I didn’t mean for it to be like this, blog.  Really.  I kept on opening the page and staring into your blank text box, hoping something would happen.  Other things would tear me away.  I’m back now and I promise I’ll be good.  I’ll never look at another blog again.

Except this one.

Don’t hate me, blog.  I swear I only have hands for you.  Mostly. 

Again, ick.

There are about 900 things that have happened since I last blogged.  It’s been a busy time in my life.  The bridal shower and bachelorette party both happened and it was actually okay.  Heather was late to the bridal shower but it worked out because the food wasn’t cooking correctly.  She was nice and lovely and she was the old Heather that I really enjoy being around.  Even the bachelorette party wasn’t terrible.  Nothing was icky or weird or out of control.

For her present – the thing that she needed for her honeymoon – I actually ended up getting her 2 toothbrushes and some toothpaste.  Heather got all excited because I wrapped it up in an anthropologie box and she thought it was something from there.  WRONG.   I thought one of the girls at the party was going to pee herself she was laughing so hard.  Everyone really loved my idea and I was win about it.

Lilo and I also got the keys to Cupcake Land that weekend.  It’s crazy to think that I will be moving out in 2 weeks…but back for a week to mind the animals while my family is in Cape Cod.  I’ve moved some of my stuff over and that’s a start.  We have a table there and everything.  It’s weird to imagine not living here, but good, mostly because if I lived here any longer, someone would get killed.  And by someone, I mean my mom.  She brings out the best in me.  Or the worst.  Or something.  Once I’m out, I know lots of things will be different.

Some things, however, will not change.

In Cupcake Land, there will still be shouty time.  Shouty time is the time of the day or night or afternoon where you just shout.  You can shout at other people, you can shout at things that don’t exist or you can just shout to shout.  At least once a day is shouty time at my house.  Sometimes it’s when I wake up to start my morning.  Sometimes it’s before we all go to bed when my mom is being crazy.  But shouty time will come with me to Cupcake Land.  It’s actually sort of relaxing sometimes, just to shout at things.  I’m glad Lilo will embrace shouty time.  It’s good for everyone.  Or just me and her.

Other than moving into Cupcake Land and upcoming wedding stuff, life has been rather dull.  Work has been…well, tense to say the least.  We lost our biggest client and it’s scary times at work.  BStP called a meeting today and helped to calm our fears.  We have good things coming down the road for us and that’s exciting.  He’s going to help get us out of this mess and we’ll be a better company for it.

I’m so sweet and sentimental sometimes.

I’ve been in a really good mood the past 2 weeks.  I smile a lot and I mean it when I say nice things, as opposed to lying through my teeth to everyone except my friends.  I care about what people have to say.  I’m really rather charming and lovely on the outside, but still my normal evil self on the inside.  I’m not complaining.  I feel good, I like how I look as of late and things in my life are looking up.  We’re almost done with Heather’s wedding (3 weeks!), my dear friend Cashelle just got engaged (OMG LOVE YOU) and other things that I choose not to blog about are fantastic as well.

I give this another week before my world explodes, I’d say.  Maybe less.

And now it’s time to read Harry Potter (I might have gone to see the 6th movie at midnight DON’T JUDGE ME) and finish painting my toenails.  And dream up a TMI Thursday post, I believe.

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I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of my awesomeness

June 24, 2009 at 3:21 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

For the first time in I feel like a long time, I have only good things to blog about.  I think.  Mostly.  I could be absolutely wrong.

Lilo and I might have possibly found our place to live!!!1!  We checked out some place last night that was everything we were looking for – 2 bedrooms, nice kitchen, a deck outside, washer and dryer – and a bonus, A DISHWASHER (I thought Lilo would pass out from the excitement).  It’s a very cute place and I’m all jazzed up about it and Lilo is all jazzed up about it and if we can get everything settled before she goes to poetry camp, then that would be amazing.  Or at least if we had a place to live for when she came back.  Whatever the case might be.  I’ve been in a full-fledged panic about how I am going to afford everything I need to move out, but I’m calming down and realizing that I can make do with what I have.  And once we’re settled, everyone is invited over!  Okay, not really everyone.  But maybe.  Only 7 people read this blog, and one of those people is going to live with me.  So sure, everyone is invited over.  Beers are on me.

Discussions of a 20sb NYC meet-up have been started.  I’m so incredibly excited about it.  I feel like I shouldn’t be going because HELLO, these are the big ladies in the blogging world and I’m just lame-o me over here with my 7 readers, but hey.  If I want to play with the cool kids, I can try.  Maybe I will meet some totally awesome and amazing people and then I’ll be even more awesome than I already am.  Because I am pretty freakin’ sweet sometimes.

Training has been going really well.  I saw Lisa the Trainer on Monday and I ran up and down the stairs again and I didn’t break my butt this time!  Hurray!  I also dragged Lisa the Trainer down the hall (we were attached to each other with a bungee cord and she had planted her feet and I had to run with her).  I feel like I can notice a difference now – even a tiny little bit of one.  I feel like I have tiny baby arm muscles and my thighs are getting tighter and whoo…look at me go!  I will be sad when the training sessions are over.  I don’t know what I’m going to do.  Maybe Lisa the Trainer will continue her awesomeness and give me a program.

This weekend is the graduation party for J and W.  And the rumor is that the sun is going to come out for the first time in a month.  My parents are thrilled because there is no way that we have room for 100 people in our house.  Maybe 50 or 60, but totally not 100.  I’m taking a half day on Friday so I can go home and help my mom get the food ready and things.  Both of my brothers are very excited and I am too.  I can’t believe that they both have graduated.  That’s crazy.  It’s just crazy.

A is teaching me to drive stick on Sunday because he’s crazy too.  My mom couldn’t stop laughing this morning when I told her.  She thinks that I’m just going to fail at it (and I probably will) but maybe I won’t.  Maybe I’ll be okay with it.  A came over late last night to get some cupcakes that I had made (recipe is here  – and I highly recommend these.  They are super easy to make and really good and the frosting is amazing.  And probably gives you diabetes.  But whatever.  So good.) and we talked for a bit.  He was saying something about how I was mean or snarky or something to him.  And he’s right.  He really is.  I’m kind of mostly not nice to anyone and I should change that.  I should start being nicer to people and not just cut them off and be a bitchbag because I can.  I’m kind of brutal to him and he puts up with it and he shouldn’t and I apologized last night.  I should just tell him how I feel but I don’t because well…I think I’m done with crying for the week.

This week is almost over.  I am so excited for that.  I’m in such a good mood and I’ve been laughing all day and it’s been fabulous.  I don’t have any real complaints for the day – sure everyone at work has been crazy and there have been lots of closed doors, but like I said, week is almost over.  Cupcake land is almost found.  And tomorrow night is chinese and True Blood with Lilo and I can’t think of a better way to spend my night.  Actually, that’s a lie.  I wish all my friends were there.  We could have such fun.

So many good things happening soon.  Cross your fingers that it continues.

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Back!

May 13, 2009 at 10:15 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , )

I’ve been a very bad blogger.  I mean, it’s not on purpose, but lots has been going on.

As I mentioned like, 6 years ago (which was the last time I posted), my neighbor had passed away.  The funeral was last Tuesday.  It was a hard day, but the service was nice.  It took a turn to the hysterically funny because J was home.  We had explained to J that Ev had died, but we guess he didn’t understand it.  He was one of the pallbearers for the funeral, in addition to my dad, W, two of my uncles and another neighbor.  As they are carrying the casket to the gravesite, J asks what’s in the box.  When they set it down, J wants to know if they can open it.  Uhh…no.  you can’t.  Everyone is trying not to laugh, but it’s just so perfect, you know?  It’s just so simple and innocent and funny and no, we shouldn’t have been laughing, but I’m sure Ev wouldn’t have minded at all.  J then went around and invited everyone (the people from the funeral home, the minister, the people from the cemetery) back to our house for lunch.

They wisely did not come.

Back at the house, J dropped an entire bottle of red wine on our white tile floor.  We all laughed.  It was 3 PM and we were drunky drunk drunk.  I called Lilo and told her to come over for some dinner because we had OMG so much food.  Two of my aunts from Boston had come down for the day and were trying to sober up so they could go back home…except they kept on drinking.  Whoops.  They were shouting and making all sorts of noises and then telling us we had to lie to my grandma and tell her that they left for Boston after she went home.  It was an experience for sure.

Wednesday I came back to work and I was totally overwhelmed.  I was also totally panicked about my flight on Wednesday night down to Atlanta.  Atlanta was having crappy weather.  Tessa’s flights were bumped to Thursday morning.  So I was a little tweaky.  That caused this conversation to take place.  I did calm down though.  Mostly.  When I got to Laguardia, I was told that my flight was delayed…and then 10 minutes later, it was undelayed.  Uh, okay then.  Flight down was fine – I had an entire row in the plane to myself.  I wasn’t complaining.  John and Cashelle picked me up around midnight and we all went home.  I was so tired after the week that I had (and it was only Wednesday!) that sleep was my new BFF.  For reals.

Thursday morning Cashelle and I got ready to go and get Tessa.  We took the MARTA, which kind of sucks.  It’s not very big or complicated, but whatever.  Still took us forever to get there.
And can I just say this?  The Atlanta airport is the BEST people watching airport EVER.  There were so many horrible and wonderful things all around us.  There was a little Japanese mobster man in a white suit with a white tie with SPARKLES on it.  There were mullets.  There were people wearing pink and orange and BLACK SHOES.  It was amazing.  There were so many things to look at.  Whoo.  Excitement never ends.

But then we got Tessa and took the MARTA home and then went to this HUGE farmer’s market.  It was kind of amazing – there were all sorts of fruits and veggies and god knows what else there.  We had a really fun time shopping and getting all sorts of things because we were making dinner for some of Cashelle’s friends from PA school on Thursday night.  Tessa showed us how to make buttercream frosting (she’s going to be a chef or something!) and we made chicken curry and it was nom nom nom good and we had a great singalong to “Piano Man”.

Friday was low key.  We went for a walk for like, 2 hours.  We watched Sex and the City.  We giggled.  We had breakfast.  We waited for John (Cashelle’s boyfriend) to come home from work so we could go out to dinner.  We walked to the place we were having dinner…and then proceeded to drink.  A lot.  Then when we were done with that place, we went somewhere else…and drank some more.  I had a nice chat with John about A and my feelings about him and WHAT THE HELL I am doing.

Because on Friday night?  A texted me.  THE. WHOLE. NIGHT.  He wanted to make sure that I was having fun with my friends and that I was enjoying myself.  He asked if I’ve been feeling okay because of my headache incidents a while ago.  He wanted to know what I was up to.  He was concerned.  He was in Connecticut, I was in Georgia and he was concerned about me.  What the hell man?  I’m so confused.

But back to the fun parts.  On the way home, we walked by the church playground…and because we were all slooooooooopy drunk, we decided we should play on the playground equipment.  We played on the swings.  There were big wheels and we had a race.  We shouted.  We ran around.  We fell down.  IT WAS SO MUCH FUN.

Saturday morning meant hangovers and omelets by Cashelle.  We drove to some shitty winery and got SONIC (OMG OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGGGG) and that was the day.  The winery was so terrible.  The guy leading the tour told us NOTHING about how they make the wine in Georgia and everything about how we should live our lives and how things should be.  He was an asshole.  We stomped out of there, bought some beer and headed on our way.  We went to Piedmont Park in Atlanta and it was beautiful.  We spent a few hours there, watching the people and talking about nothing.  It was so great to be with Tessa and Cashelle, if only for a few days.

We made a fancy dinner on Saturday night and watched more Sex and the City and that was about it.  Sunday we all left for the airport.  My flight was fine and Tessa’s was too…and then I was home.

And that’s where I am now.  Home.  Well, at work.  But home.  You know what I mean.  I guess it’s good to be back.  I wasn’t even really gone for that long, but I had SO MUCH FUN while I was there.  That’s the longest time I’ve spent with my Alfred girls since last winter when we all went to Boston for a long weekend.  I can’t wait to see them again, even though I have no idea when that might be.

Other than that – it’s been business as usual.  Last night I went with one of my coworkers to go and see Third Eye Blind (because I am SO 1998 and whatnot) and they were actually pretty good.  People were FREAKING OUT about them, which I really didn’t understand.  Some of their songs really meant the world to me when I was in high school.  It was weird to see them because of how much I used to listen to them.  I dug out the old CDs last night so I could listen to them in the car this morning and it’s crazy.  I still know all the words.  Some songs still remind me of times – there’s a song called “palm reader” that reminds me of Him, there’s a song called “darkness” that reminds me of high school – on and on.  It was kind of surreal, I guess.  I was the same as I was back then and yet still who I am today, all at once.  I’m trying to shake it off though.

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And we’re done

March 28, 2009 at 6:11 pm (Uncategorized) (, )

Heather called me again to see if I wanted to go bridesmaid dress shopping today with her and Track Superstar cousin.  So I did.  And there was more crying and more texts to A about how I didn’t want to go.

But I did.

And we got the dress.  The color is bordeaux.  Also?  I got wacked for being a fat bridesmaid and there was an additional $10 charge for my dress.  The sizes are all wrong though and not normal sizes…so instead of being the normal size like my pants, I’m 3 sizes bigger.  Way to make a girl feel good, Pricilla.

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