you're toxic, i'm slippin under
something about britney spears reproducing--with that kevin federline character--is deeply unsettling. I mean really, does the world need any more britneys wreaking havoc upon pop culture?
If you're thinking 'yes', sorry to break it to you, but you fail in life.
In other news...happy birthday, Priya! Dinner last night was lovely (mmm funnel cake for dessert.....) and writing Priya's number on the back of the check with lipliner: classic. Especially when the other waiter called her out on it. But I must say, red wine doesn't do it for me...I'm pretty much a white wine girl. There, I said it, it's done.
Also, MAJOR props to Margaret for making such a stylish dress out of a skirt! A SKIRT! I'll miss you, come visit the city as often as you can! Also, shout out to Julia P, who is just the ch-ILLEST (get it? chillest, illest? hahhhhh, the wit.) gal.
Everyone else went clubbing afterwards, but ehhhh clubbing is not my scene, per se. So I chilled with my twin James in her room. We just sat there talking for...about six hours. Crashed at around 5 am. I am beginning to believe we are long lost sisters, for serious, yo.
Then went to Spence in the mornin, met up with Griswald Macadamia Winesburg (aka Fierman), made the rounds. Saw Bailey and Liam, possibly the most beautiful baby boy I have ever seen. We made another "art piece" for Bailey.
And today happened to be the Spence Fair, so we walked around for a bit, it was fine. Geraldo Rivera (a Spence dad) cracks me up, walking around with his handlebar mustache, signature rose-tinted glasses (which he wore at the choral concert last year when he sat in the first row. his wife came up to me after the concert to congratulate me, I definitely got a kick out of that. oh, and ann curry dancing to Triple Trio at the back of the church when were performing.), with this weird grin on his face. He's bizarre. Spence is bizarre. But I love it.
Turns out I might not be able to go to the graduation, apparently one needs a ticket to get in. I mean, they usually say that but don't mean it. But I think they mean it this year...every senior gets 10 tickets or something, and yeah. Because otherwise, with the anticipated press that will be present, the church will be packed with middle schoolers and...alum, hahaha, all waiting to get a glimpse of Sarah Jessica Parker.
Oh Christ. What a nightmare.
Anyway. Hung out at Julia's (I mean Griswald's) for a while, like old times. She might come to Alaska as well, but ahhh. Must see if there will room, since dad already said Mike probably would have nowhere to sleep. Well since it's Julia we'll probably end up spooning anyway. We'll see.
On the train back, played eye tag with a gorgeous man sitting halfway down the car. At first I was thinking, no he can't be looking at me, I'm completely disheveled. But lo and behold, he was! Maybe I should be disheveled more often.
I was starving on the way back home, all I had today was an iced coffee. So I walked home, getting soaked (no umbrella), munching on the mini roast-beef sandwich from Yura that I hadn't finished.
I think tonight will be an early night, with my US weekly (Katie and Tom are "GETTING MARRIED!" apparently).
If you're thinking 'yes', sorry to break it to you, but you fail in life.
In other news...happy birthday, Priya! Dinner last night was lovely (mmm funnel cake for dessert.....) and writing Priya's number on the back of the check with lipliner: classic. Especially when the other waiter called her out on it. But I must say, red wine doesn't do it for me...I'm pretty much a white wine girl. There, I said it, it's done.
Also, MAJOR props to Margaret for making such a stylish dress out of a skirt! A SKIRT! I'll miss you, come visit the city as often as you can! Also, shout out to Julia P, who is just the ch-ILLEST (get it? chillest, illest? hahhhhh, the wit.) gal.
Everyone else went clubbing afterwards, but ehhhh clubbing is not my scene, per se. So I chilled with my twin James in her room. We just sat there talking for...about six hours. Crashed at around 5 am. I am beginning to believe we are long lost sisters, for serious, yo.
Then went to Spence in the mornin, met up with Griswald Macadamia Winesburg (aka Fierman), made the rounds. Saw Bailey and Liam, possibly the most beautiful baby boy I have ever seen. We made another "art piece" for Bailey.
And today happened to be the Spence Fair, so we walked around for a bit, it was fine. Geraldo Rivera (a Spence dad) cracks me up, walking around with his handlebar mustache, signature rose-tinted glasses (which he wore at the choral concert last year when he sat in the first row. his wife came up to me after the concert to congratulate me, I definitely got a kick out of that. oh, and ann curry dancing to Triple Trio at the back of the church when were performing.), with this weird grin on his face. He's bizarre. Spence is bizarre. But I love it.
Turns out I might not be able to go to the graduation, apparently one needs a ticket to get in. I mean, they usually say that but don't mean it. But I think they mean it this year...every senior gets 10 tickets or something, and yeah. Because otherwise, with the anticipated press that will be present, the church will be packed with middle schoolers and...alum, hahaha, all waiting to get a glimpse of Sarah Jessica Parker.
Oh Christ. What a nightmare.
Anyway. Hung out at Julia's (I mean Griswald's) for a while, like old times. She might come to Alaska as well, but ahhh. Must see if there will room, since dad already said Mike probably would have nowhere to sleep. Well since it's Julia we'll probably end up spooning anyway. We'll see.
On the train back, played eye tag with a gorgeous man sitting halfway down the car. At first I was thinking, no he can't be looking at me, I'm completely disheveled. But lo and behold, he was! Maybe I should be disheveled more often.
I was starving on the way back home, all I had today was an iced coffee. So I walked home, getting soaked (no umbrella), munching on the mini roast-beef sandwich from Yura that I hadn't finished.
I think tonight will be an early night, with my US weekly (Katie and Tom are "GETTING MARRIED!" apparently).
posted by Deb Oh at 8:26 PM
3 Comments:
If you're thinking 'yes', sorry to break it to you, but you fail in life.
deb, you are officially the funniest person ever. i saw an episode of CHAOTIC. it was nauseating.
THEY ARE?! The world is just so wrong. That was wit right there tho- very witty. Dude- beach as soon as it gets warm and I hope I didn't leave u hanging too long with margaret's ohone- she sleeps through anything and for a while I thought it was just her form of alarm.- the kind she still doesnt wake up to (the phone kept beeping). missed u at the club and miss u now- muah
i missed you at the club! and thanks for having the balls to write the number down...btw, the waiter never called. oh well, you win some you lose some. next time we go out we'll get white wine, i promise.
Post a Comment
<< Home