keep the spirit burning...

so last night my brother paulie aka the squee aka psqhah had his first ever rock show. about 3-4 years ago the kid decides he wants an electric guitar for christmas or his birthday or something, and here, almost 16 years old, he is phenomenal. he is a natural musician, and for someone who loves music and metal as much as me, i couldn't be a prouder older sister.
so he formed a little band called Vengeance with his best friend, eric aka bubba aka bubba ray doug, as lead singer (i first found out that he was a singer when they babysat for j. and we were playing rock band together...he sang "run to the hills" like a madman), and a cool drummer and bassist they are friends with, for the port chester hs battle of the bands (which of course kevin started).
they were soooo good! they went on first, which was stupid, because people weren't really warmed up and ready to stand in front of them and dance. also, the show was in the gym, which was also pretty weird. my entire family came out to support paulie, but even w/o us, they got a huge reaction from the crowd.

paulie is a fucking sick little guitar player...when he did his first solo (which again was for "run to the hills" ironically)i seriously cried with tears. he is amazing, and again, i couldn't be prouder. check them out on myspace at www.myspace.com/savethemetal.






little paulie getting his shit ready...







bubba, singing






the band, from l->r...danny, eric, amanda & paulie. perfect metal faces.








biggest fan ever.

my daughter, the rock star....

we are really quite proud~

Juliet's 4th bday party @ school

30Rocks--- madness at port chester yacht club

i am utterly exhausted so i am in no way going to be able to express the outrageous amount of fun that i had last night. but until i can, i want to say that i DID have a great time. i got some insane gifts. i feel the love of my girls and my family, and it makes me feel great! really not going to be up to working tomorrow. it's my 6 year wedding anniversary. we have 4 years left til hawaii. i have so much to say, but my fingers are typing retardedly. so i'm not going to say much now but I LOVE YOU ALL!!















more TO COME I PROMISE.

partaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

allllriiiiight!

in less than 24 hours i will be dancing the night away in my awesome new red dress, with 75 of my nearest and dearest, celebrating the debacle that is my 30th birthday! i am psyched, but at the same time exceedingly anxious that i am FORGETTING SOMETHING! of course, since i am doing this all by myself (with the help of a very helpful few...)it is up to me (us) to make sure i don't forget something vital-- like the coffee, 1/2 and 1/2 and sugar! the important bases are covered...mark's got 30 bottles of wine in his car, and we pick up the keg sometime tomorrow...but i need to make sure i've got for instance juliet's dress, socks, underwear and shoes! or else disaster! plus her curling iron and my makeup bag and my dress!! it's maddening...but i love every minute of it. however, i do not love that i seem to have lost my steamer. my dress may end up being quite wrinkled tomorrow! luckily i have packed my lucky dracula underpants. just in case.

but i am so excited!! and for some of you who will be there, we are in for a great night full of dancing our asses off! beer pong on the back porch is in the works, and i already have the cards for kings in my purse. we are going to have a blizzzzast!!!

blaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

i wanted to write something but i am in such an aggrevated, disgusted place that i don't even have anything to write.

but happy mother's day if you're a mom.

and thank you to everyone who came out to arrowwood on saturday night. despite the fact that we got kicked out 30 minutes prior to closing time and i hated that rodrigo or domingo character so much that i could spit.

my 30th birthday is in 2.5 hours. ugh.

oh also my hair is blonde. mostly blonde. like, there are chunks of red in it still, just because, not on purpose. but whatever.

god this is just awful. did i ever claim to be a writer?

12 days...

i am starting to have anxiety dreams about my 30th birthday party which can only mean one unfortunate thing: i am looking far too forward to it and planning far too much for it and expending far too much energy on it and i'm most certainly due for a big fat dissapointment because of this.

like my sister's wedding.

i hate that "the best laid plans of mice and men oft' go awry..."

my dream was that the linens didn't get to the party til AFTER it started, and that they were not tablecloths at all, but RAGS, and they were NOT red and black, but blue and yellow! and that my waitresses were mean to me, and told my aunt that they hated me, so i fired them. and there was a lot of screaming involved.

but at least i have a wicked (10 hour) playlist prepared that i cannot wait to dance to! like, right now, i'm listening to it, and vanilla ice is on! whaaaaat? blast from the past.