Oh yeah.

I was the hot bridesmaid.

I drank entirely too much... No, scratch that. I drank "a lot", but not "too much" as I did not end up with my head in the toilet. Go me.

There was the proper amount of drama for a wedding reception. I broke up a potential brawl between too very drunk macho men. The rum must have made me brave - I guess I figured that there was NO WAY they'd hit a girl. It was fine - the situation was diffused and all was well.

My hungover ass has now got to get in in the car and drive to the in-law's house for a cousin's 30th birthday party. I shall sip water and be a perfect lady.

More wedding details as they come back to me.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Just spent a lovely five hours drinking and eating with my formerly estranged family members. I drank much MUCH wine, ate entirely too much food (which may cause problems with the bridesmaid dress I have to wear tomorrow...), and had an all around brilliant time.

The Android is utterly loaded. He's stumbling around in his socks and boxers... and he just flopped on to the bed is is fake sleeping. Charming.

So, Happy Thanksgiving to all of you.

I'll update on Saturday with news of the wedding (I'm hoping it isn't as eventful as the bachelorette party) - and at some point I'll put up pics of me in my ridiculous dress.

I'm totally going to be the hot bridesmaid. Oh yeah.

An Invitation.

I just got back from working a wine tasting and I now have six half full bottles of pretty good wine sitting in my apartment.

I probably shouldn't drink them all.

Call me if you want to come over for a glass of wine tomorrow night.

Newts are awesome.

War With The Newts was fabulous. Really pretty amazing. Go see it.






Nevermind. Apparently it closed Saturday night. Alas.

Things you probably don't know about me.

Just in case you care.



I always cross my fingers when I pass a graveyard. No deep-seated superstition - I saw it on A League Of Their Own when I was about 12 and decided it looked like a good idea.

I've been coloring my hair since I was 14. My natural hair color is an awful, mousy brown and I refuse to go back to it.

I never debated for one minute whether to take Android's last name when we got married. I kept my name. It was a non-issue.

Sometimes I sneak out of bed after Android is asleep, sleep on the couch in the living room, and set my alarm for before he wakes up the next morning. I love him dearly, but I like to sleep on the couch. It's cozy and I don't have to share the blanket.




That's all for now. I'm going to see A War With Newts at the Red Eye.

I'll let you know.

Actual Conversation - Part Deux

Me: So... I have a question for you. Who sang this song?
"We didn't start the fire - it was always burning since the world..."

Android: Billy Joel.

Me: Dammit!

Android: What?

Me: Why does everyone just KNOW this?

Android: You didn't... know that? It's a Billy Joel song!

Me: No! I mean - I know the song - I love the song... I just didn't know... Oh, shut up.

Thanks for that.

Regular customer (Whose check was stolen in the burglary): "Okay. I have no cash, so I have to write a check. You guys are going to keep an eye on your cash register today, right?"

Me: "Um. Yes."

Regular customer: "Good. And it's the 13th, so it's extra important today."




The fuck? Thanks, lady. A month later and I still feel like shit. Thanks for rubbing it in. Awesome.





I swear - the next time someone brings up the damn burglary, I will snap.