soooo totally 1987

i'm getting ready to see poison as we speak, and as i root thru my jewelry to find some circa 80s metal girl wear, i realize that a great deal of my jewelry IS indeed quite 80s. why didn't any one tell me? i am so not skinny enough to wear my old school "look what the cat dragged in" tshirt, so i'm just wearing the same outfit i wore to see less than jake last thursday. but with flip flops instead of the neon green sneakers. (at least they weren't heels). have fun!

weekEND

friday was a rough day at work. while the graduate student i'm working with and i get along rather splendidly in our classroom, there is a reason that the term TGIF is used (maybe a bit too much). i left the cnr program exhausted, only to go work with my little autistic boy. now, i was also making up hours missed due to the wedding and the training i had to attend, so it was not only my 2 hours of aba, but 4. and i must say that the little boy was burning up with a fever. despite the fact that his mom didn't think so. so it was a suckfest day if there ever was one. but then, after work, we went to the yacht club, met my parents there, had pizza, and went on the boat. my dad took juliet and i to long island, and what a beautiful and amazing ride it was. it centered me in a way that i wouldn't have even been able to expect. it was so peaceful and calm and stunningly beautiful. as we drove in, the sun was setting, and the clouds were breaking. it was like a moody blues song. we went out again today, but due to the rough and supposedly stormy conditions, i merely felt like i was going to puke. i am quite tired now. but i'm going to go watch "rock of love" (starring, you know, bret michaels. why are my boys in reality tv shows? we're going to see them ever so soon, by the way) and then of course "scott baio gave me pinkeye". perhaps i will purchase some jani's.
3 cool blogs you should add to your must read list, by the way:
http://underblade.blogspot.com/
http://116andbroadway.blogspot.com/
http://overyyoung.blogspot.com/

swing kids

is seriously my fave movie of the moment. it's just delectable.

and i am also obsessed with the world series of pop culture. and kick it's allmighty ass.

should i give you my excuse?

i cannot believe i haven't posted a blog since june 21st. that is madness. in all seriousness (fyi this must be my most overused catch phrase cuz juliet has started saying it. "mommy, in all seriousness...") i have been hella busy. i started my new job as a cnr mentor teacher (which is stressful and has its downsides, but in all i love, mostly because of the kiddies). i've continued with my best boy doing aba therapy, and he's kind of had a rough couple of weeks so far. i did NOT get the job as a lead teacher, which i am secretly thanking my lucky stars since it would have been so much work for less $$ (it makes no sense)(and it's not really a secret since i told the girl who didn't give me the job today i'm so freaking happy i didn't get it). and last week was THE WEDDING. i am so sad it's over.

starting thursday, i began preperations. i was obsessed with being tan, since i think i look much better in weddings or at weddings when tan (case in point: amanda's wedding, jen's wedding, lindsey's wedding VS. THE QUEEN MOTHER at her own pale ((yet skinny)) wedding). so i paid $22 for a fucking tan at some shithole in pelham. (you can judge for yourself if it was worth it. cuz i was indeed tan at the wedding). i also got a suckfest mani/pedi from some suckfest salon. the girl was so wishy washy i nearly kicked her as she like, caressed my legs. dude, fucking rub them if you're going to rub them. don't just touch. shudder.
rehersal dinner that night. very emotional. mike and amy gave such beautiful and sentimental speeches as they gave out thank you gifts to their bridal party. i love weddings! i love the love that just gushes forth! i also love the necklace i got, as well as the photo and keychain...
next day.
amy beets nearly dotcom moody calls me, ready to go, at 6:15. A.M. i meet her and bethann at juliannos (after strategically placing a sign on my car that says "do not tow me. i'm merely here for the moody-beadle wedding) and we head off to the bronx.
oh, the bronx.
we go to this old world italian hair salon that is so the opposite of carlo and company that i fall madly in love. it's 7am on a friday morning, and the joint is jumping ("joint is jumping=lively, which this place is not"~swing kids)with crazy motherfuckers. we gain instant noteriaty due to the fact that AMY IS GETTING MARRIED. every one in the place wants a piece of us. some special things to remember:
"even educated fleas do it" "they were HUMPING" "i always wondered how they consumated their love..." "who cares if i have a heartattack having sex?" "ladies, ladies" "it's an old blouse..." (about an aerosmith t-shirt) "october? that was right before november, wasn't it?" "jess says things like that sometimes. that's why i like her."
seriously, it was the funniest shit ever. and it was awesome spending so many hours together as a bridal party...we really bonded (us girls who aren't allergic to the morning, that is).
amy looked amazing in her dress and sketcher sneakers, as did us ladies...we hung out at barb's, got hoistened into our dresses (is hoistened a word? i don't think it is...but pretend), took some clever pix (special thanks to jennica and chrissy and their imaginations), i myself took some more clever pix (candid shot...pretend you're talking to each other!), we got into the limo, and 2 seconds later, we're at st. gregory's church. andy and i once again walk down the aisle. mike and amy get married. we clap, there are tears. we go outside. balloons are released. back into the limos. the boys are 12 and want to be alone...no girls allowed. 2 bottles of champagne are drunk. we take more pictures, this time with the males. luckily emily does NOT fall into the brook. we take off our shoes. shari nearly throws hers into the water. flip flops are put on. more champage. girl limo now includes el gato as bartender, so there is dancing and singing and that ed lover song comes on. we have a blast (and boy limo nearly falls asleep, haha). we get to the reception. cocktail hour has not yet begun, so we buy drinks. cocktail hour, delish stuffed mushrooms, a few more cap'n and diets, then it's time for the introduction. i do not dance as we are walking in, despite andy wanting to do his little change move (we'll teach juliet for becky's wedding). mike and amy dance, i cry. i see jen for the first time in a million years. i attempt to be a frat boy for her, but only a mild one. maybe a freshman. we have fun, we dance. we eat. a lot of dancing, a great deal of the rum in consumed. a young beadle boy rivals every person ever to dance. i tell him so. (i hope i did not scare him). i dance with the dj from my wedding, and book him for my 30th birthday party. after we go to davey burns and i assault chrissy and make her come out in her pjs, and then talk to her for hours about spring awakening. then we go home, and sadly, its all over.
i miss it.
i cannot wait to see honeymoon pix...