- mattress shopping (oh the disdain we share)
- Inaugural balling
- "Writing" term papers
- Procrastination
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
*Swoon*
I am recently obsessed with writer Seth Stevenson, for reasons including but not limited to the following:
Friday, July 24, 2009
In which June rocks every last one of my socks off.
In the entire history of time, I don't think there has ever existed a better period of time than the 31 (or is it 30? I never know) days of June. Unless the current month of July is planning to best it, which at this point is totally plausible.
June 5 was Moving Day for me- which, funnily enough, coincided with 'packing day'. Just kidding. Sort of. Anyway I peaced out of work at lunch time, picked up a U-Haul (just a van) and proceeded to go up and down three flights of stairs approximately 87,000 times. I may never work out again, and I will STILL have killer calves thanks to that experience. We called it quits around 11 o clock that night, and, like a genius, I stayed up until 2:30 in the morning playing Apples to Apples. Which wouldn't have been a problem had I not had a 4:45 AM wake-up call for my flight to Michigan.
Then ensued: The Best Birthday Ever. Pops picked me up at Detroit Metro at 8am and 25 minutes later, giggling with glee, I pushed open the screen door at our house and tentatively called out: "mom?" My mom, who claims she had absolutely no idea I was coming (a plausible statement since she was under the impression I was moving that day), was in total shock. It was priceless. Totally worth the $200 plane ticket- especially since Ryan paid for it.
We spent the afternoon at Greenfield Village, and that night, RyRy took me to the Red Wings Stanley Cup Game 5 in Detroit for my birthday. I am not a fan of hockey, per se, but I am a fan of beer and hot dogs, and as it turns out, I just plain like sports. Sometimes I think Ryan regrets taking me to things like that, because my questions are never like "Oh, what's a power play?". They're more along the lines of "Do players get tickets to give away to EVERY SINGLE GAME? Where do their families sit?" and "Do you think they bring brand new goal nets each time? What happens to the old ones- does someone sell them on ebay?" and "I wonder what the hierarchy of Zamboni drivers looks like? Do you start out Zamboni-ing for peewee leagues, and then move up to the collegiate level until one day, after years of hard work and skill-honing you finally get your chance at the NHL? What do these guys get paid, anyway?" But I had a great time, and it was my birthday, so... there you go.
I took a break from All The Excitement for the next couple of weeks while I finished unpacking, cleaning out my old apartment (bleh, bleh, and a thousand times bleh), and taking what felt like thrice-daily trips to Goodwill to drop off copious amounts of my former belongings. Seriously, as I've mentioned multiple times, my old apartment was the size of a chest freezer- how did I fit so much unnecessary stuff in there?! All I can see is next August bearing down on me like a freight train, when I get to repeat the whole miserable process again, except this time there will be the added joy of trying to split up belongings between three roommates and trying to remember whose metal soup pots are whose. Now I understand why people marry for convenience.
June finished itself off with the Happiest Day of My Life - Jen's wedding. I can't even talk about it, the perfection is so great, but suffice to say that from the initial reunion in the airport, which garnered stares from every human being in a 100-foot radius and had us very much living up to our sorority girls title (picture lots of jumping up and down, squealing, and utterances of "omg you look, like, SO amazing!!!") to Kristen spilling cereal all over the 'breakfast room' of the hotel at 1 in the morning upon our return from the reception... there was never a dull moment. The flower guy showed up two hours late for the wedding with flowers so completely unlike what Jen had asked for that we actually asked him if he had come to the wrong place, one of their readers showed up so late that a different reader (of an opposing gender) was subbed in, and Jen completely un-did and re-did the updo her hairstylist had given her (because she was too nice to tell her that she hated it- HELLO it's your wedding day, Jen- if ever there is an excuse to be rude, or at the very least, HONEST, I'm pretty sure this is it)... but despite it all, there was beautiful Jen, eating barbecue potato chips 30 minutes before the ceremony, totally calm, and ridiculously beautiful.
One last note about the Minnesota trip- I had the chance to spend a day with an old high school friend that I hadn't seen in five years. Less than 30 minutes after he picked me up from the hotel, I asked him "So do I seem the same or different?". He smirked at me sideways and responded "Well, you're still a hitter". Meh :)
June 5 was Moving Day for me- which, funnily enough, coincided with 'packing day'. Just kidding. Sort of. Anyway I peaced out of work at lunch time, picked up a U-Haul (just a van) and proceeded to go up and down three flights of stairs approximately 87,000 times. I may never work out again, and I will STILL have killer calves thanks to that experience. We called it quits around 11 o clock that night, and, like a genius, I stayed up until 2:30 in the morning playing Apples to Apples. Which wouldn't have been a problem had I not had a 4:45 AM wake-up call for my flight to Michigan.
Then ensued: The Best Birthday Ever. Pops picked me up at Detroit Metro at 8am and 25 minutes later, giggling with glee, I pushed open the screen door at our house and tentatively called out: "mom?" My mom, who claims she had absolutely no idea I was coming (a plausible statement since she was under the impression I was moving that day), was in total shock. It was priceless. Totally worth the $200 plane ticket- especially since Ryan paid for it.
We spent the afternoon at Greenfield Village, and that night, RyRy took me to the Red Wings Stanley Cup Game 5 in Detroit for my birthday. I am not a fan of hockey, per se, but I am a fan of beer and hot dogs, and as it turns out, I just plain like sports. Sometimes I think Ryan regrets taking me to things like that, because my questions are never like "Oh, what's a power play?". They're more along the lines of "Do players get tickets to give away to EVERY SINGLE GAME? Where do their families sit?" and "Do you think they bring brand new goal nets each time? What happens to the old ones- does someone sell them on ebay?" and "I wonder what the hierarchy of Zamboni drivers looks like? Do you start out Zamboni-ing for peewee leagues, and then move up to the collegiate level until one day, after years of hard work and skill-honing you finally get your chance at the NHL? What do these guys get paid, anyway?" But I had a great time, and it was my birthday, so... there you go.
I took a break from All The Excitement for the next couple of weeks while I finished unpacking, cleaning out my old apartment (bleh, bleh, and a thousand times bleh), and taking what felt like thrice-daily trips to Goodwill to drop off copious amounts of my former belongings. Seriously, as I've mentioned multiple times, my old apartment was the size of a chest freezer- how did I fit so much unnecessary stuff in there?! All I can see is next August bearing down on me like a freight train, when I get to repeat the whole miserable process again, except this time there will be the added joy of trying to split up belongings between three roommates and trying to remember whose metal soup pots are whose. Now I understand why people marry for convenience.June finished itself off with the Happiest Day of My Life - Jen's wedding. I can't even talk about it, the perfection is so great, but suffice to say that from the initial reunion in the airport, which garnered stares from every human being in a 100-foot radius and had us very much living up to our sorority girls title (picture lots of jumping up and down, squealing, and utterances of "omg you look, like, SO amazing!!!") to Kristen spilling cereal all over the 'breakfast room' of the hotel at 1 in the morning upon our return from the reception... there was never a dull moment. The flower guy showed up two hours late for the wedding with flowers so completely unlike what Jen had asked for that we actually asked him if he had come to the wrong place, one of their readers showed up so late that a different reader (of an opposing gender) was subbed in, and Jen completely un-did and re-did the updo her hairstylist had given her (because she was too nice to tell her that she hated it- HELLO it's your wedding day, Jen- if ever there is an excuse to be rude, or at the very least, HONEST, I'm pretty sure this is it)... but despite it all, there was beautiful Jen, eating barbecue potato chips 30 minutes before the ceremony, totally calm, and ridiculously beautiful.
One last note about the Minnesota trip- I had the chance to spend a day with an old high school friend that I hadn't seen in five years. Less than 30 minutes after he picked me up from the hotel, I asked him "So do I seem the same or different?". He smirked at me sideways and responded "Well, you're still a hitter". Meh :)
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