Belated Happy Thanksgiving Friday, November 27, 2009
These put the “happy” in my “Happy Thanksgiving.”
Thank you x 23,758,293,573,289,573,289,573,820,753,829,789 does not even begin to suffice.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends Monday, November 16, 2009
Jessica's 26th
Classic Y.
And maybe that hat.
“Epic” Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I got home not too long ago from having dinner with the girls and James. We spent much of the time rehashing Saturday night: a date which will live in infamy. No, wait. That’s Pearl Harbor, sorry. It was a night full of debauchery! Yes, debauchery. Loads and buckets full of insane, ridic debauchery. I blame the DJ, who filled the air ’til the wee hours of the night with music and pumping all the right tracks. From “YMCA” for The Village People, who shockingly made a cameo:
To the “Three’s Company” theme song for the cast, who also made an appearance:
Even Axl Rose and Slash showed up making those GnR songs fitting!
There was silliness:
And seriousness, as in serious partying and a serious intervention to keep Chrissy Snow from OD’ing on cheese.
And there was a special kind of happiness and giddiness in just about everyone that night.
It was an amazing night to be alive and to be with friends. Or to make new ones at that. Like the guys at the gas station I came across before hitting up Betsy’s party, who rapped this Lil Wayne song all around me.
Much love to everyone and anyone who made me forget life’s stresses and reminded me how to have fun and laugh until my sides hurt. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Damn, I Wish I Could Go To Amsterdam Saturday, August 22, 2009
But if you can, be sure to catch this!
The Week in Review – Photo Edition Sunday, August 9, 2009
Monday 8/3
Tuesday 8/4
Wednesday 8/5
Thursday 8/6
Friday 8/7
Saturday 8/8
Sunday 8/9
The Sunday Post Sunday, August 2, 2009
Good morning, kids. And I do mean “good!” I’m sitting here sipping on coffee while listening to some tunes (see Tape Deck) and taking time to enjoy the rarity of not needing to be anywhere or needing to do anything pressing anytime soon. I’m giddy. I almost forgot what this was like.
But in a couple of hours, I’m off to pick up the cake I ordered, crossing my fingers it will look exactly the way I envisioned, then off to scoop up a couple dozen balloons, prop my party hat on and rush to my Russian celebrating her last day of her twenties.
So many pleasant things to think about. Why be bothered that my car won’t start again?
Only Love Friday, July 24, 2009
I already loved Gaby for being a great friend and co-worker. But then she had to go running the LA marathon to raise money to fight AIDS. And now she goes and does this.
Seriously. Is it possible for you to stop being amazing?
