So I'm sitting here having a dinner of vodka hurricanes (YES, I AM DRINKING FROZEN VODKA COCKTAILS ON AN EMPTY STOMACH DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE QUESTIONS) and I realized that it's been ages since I've posted (ok, a week and a half, which is about 4 months in internet time) and that it's sort of ridiculous, given that I have a lot of awesome things to post about.
First, though, the bad. As referenced by this post, your favorite Haven-named person and mine had a bit of a health scare. She's doing much better, but your continued healing wishes and thoughts are appreciated because it's long road of recovery. I would also like to issue a public thank you for Mazz. Thank God or Goddess or Zeus or whatever, but if Mazz hadn't been there and had the wherewithal to recognize what was happening, we very well could have been Haven-less. On the other hand, I would like to issue a giant "fuck you" to Mercy Suburban hospital for sending my friend home with a 109˚ fever and claiming it was "anxiety."
Meanwhile in the good corner, this summer is shaping up to be such an incredible time for me. I feel like everything is going my way, although that makes it sound as though I've just rested on my laurels letting fate do all the work.
First of all, I sucked it up and crossed number 48 off my list and I FINALLY learned how to ride a bike. Kelly and Mel were kind enough to teach me how to ride like a big girl. And by "teach" I mean "try not to wet their pants laughing at me while I tried not to careen into bushes and cars." I managed pretty well, I think, once I picked up the whole balance thing. The furthest I've ridden is about 2 blocks, I'm still scared of going downhill, and braking is slightly questionable. But I'm only going to get better, and I have a bit more confidence regarding the whole thing. When I was learning, I only had one "serious" fall, and it wasn't serious at all. I was headed towards the curb and forgot how to brake (OKAY, I'm not retarded, I swear. I was learning on a bike without gears or speeds or whatever so I had to pedal backwards to brake, which is hard when you're first learning. Quit picking on me) and basically crashed. It wouldn't have been so bad, except this perfect nuclear family happened to be walking by at the time and the 6 year-old daughter oogled me all "What the fuck?" when I crashed in front of her. "This is why you learn when you're 7," I told her as I picked myself up off the ground. "And not when you're 27."
Next up: I need to buy myself a bike. And a helmet.
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About 2 weeks ago Dave turned 30! He had his usual birthday bash, this time with a rave in his living room. Dave had purchased himself some sort of synthesizer thingamabob and he played while Shanna, Kate and I danced for, seriously, 3 hours and all of Dave's lights flashed everywhere.
Doctor Strangelove was being projected on the ceiling. The lights made for some pretty trippy photography.
Make a wish, Dave!
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Oh, hey, remember when I was talking about crossing things off lists? (Sorry the vodka is kicking in. HELLO.) I technically also crossed number 23 off as I had an article and a photo published in Ticket. The article isn't as good as I would have liked, but whatever. I haven't done any "journalism" since college and due to some unforeseen band drama, the interview process didn't go quite the way I had planned. But I made the best of it, and look at that! I got myself a byline! It's not the type of publishing I had in mind when I made my list, but a byline is a byline. I'll take it. Next up: something creative published.
An article about the art show I'm in (you can still see it! It's at Dirty Frank's until August 1!) was also published in Ticket and I was interviewed for it and an image of my piece was printed with the article. I harbor no delusions -- I know that it was just because I know the editor-in-chief -- but it was still pretty neat.
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I was supposed to go to Baltimore this past weekend for Teresa's baby shower, but my car was making an angry RRWWWWW noise, which I believe translates into "fuck you" in people language, so I didn't go. Which is a shame, because OH DO I HAVE CUTE GIFTS. That kid is going to be so spoiled.
Since I didn't go to Baltimore, I went to BlobFest instead, since Renee was kind enough to drive me. She and I made it to the running out of the theater which was SO DORKY AND RAD. I'll have a further update soon, with photos.
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Wait. There were other things. But now I'm tipsy and I don't remember. Hmmm. I think there needs to be more vodka for this to work.
First, though, the bad. As referenced by this post, your favorite Haven-named person and mine had a bit of a health scare. She's doing much better, but your continued healing wishes and thoughts are appreciated because it's long road of recovery. I would also like to issue a public thank you for Mazz. Thank God or Goddess or Zeus or whatever, but if Mazz hadn't been there and had the wherewithal to recognize what was happening, we very well could have been Haven-less. On the other hand, I would like to issue a giant "fuck you" to Mercy Suburban hospital for sending my friend home with a 109˚ fever and claiming it was "anxiety."
Meanwhile in the good corner, this summer is shaping up to be such an incredible time for me. I feel like everything is going my way, although that makes it sound as though I've just rested on my laurels letting fate do all the work.
First of all, I sucked it up and crossed number 48 off my list and I FINALLY learned how to ride a bike. Kelly and Mel were kind enough to teach me how to ride like a big girl. And by "teach" I mean "try not to wet their pants laughing at me while I tried not to careen into bushes and cars." I managed pretty well, I think, once I picked up the whole balance thing. The furthest I've ridden is about 2 blocks, I'm still scared of going downhill, and braking is slightly questionable. But I'm only going to get better, and I have a bit more confidence regarding the whole thing. When I was learning, I only had one "serious" fall, and it wasn't serious at all. I was headed towards the curb and forgot how to brake (OKAY, I'm not retarded, I swear. I was learning on a bike without gears or speeds or whatever so I had to pedal backwards to brake, which is hard when you're first learning. Quit picking on me) and basically crashed. It wouldn't have been so bad, except this perfect nuclear family happened to be walking by at the time and the 6 year-old daughter oogled me all "What the fuck?" when I crashed in front of her. "This is why you learn when you're 7," I told her as I picked myself up off the ground. "And not when you're 27."
Next up: I need to buy myself a bike. And a helmet.
--
About 2 weeks ago Dave turned 30! He had his usual birthday bash, this time with a rave in his living room. Dave had purchased himself some sort of synthesizer thingamabob and he played while Shanna, Kate and I danced for, seriously, 3 hours and all of Dave's lights flashed everywhere.
Doctor Strangelove was being projected on the ceiling. The lights made for some pretty trippy photography.
Make a wish, Dave!
--
Oh, hey, remember when I was talking about crossing things off lists? (Sorry the vodka is kicking in. HELLO.) I technically also crossed number 23 off as I had an article and a photo published in Ticket. The article isn't as good as I would have liked, but whatever. I haven't done any "journalism" since college and due to some unforeseen band drama, the interview process didn't go quite the way I had planned. But I made the best of it, and look at that! I got myself a byline! It's not the type of publishing I had in mind when I made my list, but a byline is a byline. I'll take it. Next up: something creative published.
An article about the art show I'm in (you can still see it! It's at Dirty Frank's until August 1!) was also published in Ticket and I was interviewed for it and an image of my piece was printed with the article. I harbor no delusions -- I know that it was just because I know the editor-in-chief -- but it was still pretty neat.
--
I was supposed to go to Baltimore this past weekend for Teresa's baby shower, but my car was making an angry RRWWWWW noise, which I believe translates into "fuck you" in people language, so I didn't go. Which is a shame, because OH DO I HAVE CUTE GIFTS. That kid is going to be so spoiled.
Since I didn't go to Baltimore, I went to BlobFest instead, since Renee was kind enough to drive me. She and I made it to the running out of the theater which was SO DORKY AND RAD. I'll have a further update soon, with photos.
--
Wait. There were other things. But now I'm tipsy and I don't remember. Hmmm. I think there needs to be more vodka for this to work.
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