A quick dispatch from the Land of the Barbara Hershey-esque Swollen Lips to say: if this Michael Alig/James St. James phone conversation is indeed a true thing, fabulous. And if it's not? Well, frankly, still fabulous. Just...fabulous.
I am much better, thank all you kittens for emailing and calling and checking up on me. (Special love and kisses to the inimitable Mark as always.)
News here: mysterious goodness that I hope that I will be able to expound upon shortly, but I am asking all y'all to light a candle (as my favorite lapsed Catholic promised to do when I called her and whispered the potential goodness from the handicapped stall in the officeplex bathroom earlier), okay?
I don't want to speak too soon, but a rumor is going around that there will be a 75%-complete reunion of my bridal party in NYC in just a few weeks. I spoke with a certain girl from Ohio this evening and it looks promising! Holy shit, I am about to just die of happiness, this could not be more potentially fabulous.
First of all, let me say that today I have had a better hair day than anyone deserves to have, like, ever! So yay about that!
Second, Gorgeous Rye and I have decided a solid yes on Lollapalooza in Mansfield. Rad funness, so thrilled about this. We will tear up the turf, it will be killah (as we say up here in Massachusetts). Tell me, because I haven't done this in a while, what does one wear to an outdoor festival concert? I am thinking my usual uniform of absurdly high heels and head-to-toe black will not do the trick.
Third! Beyond fab dispatch from my poor exiled friend (and former bridesmaid!) in Florida -- she is coming to NYC the weekend after the July 4th holiday, and there is movement afoot to have a hideous girly extravaganza in her honor, probably involving frilly and/or skimpy clothing and sloppy drunkenness in posh bars. Manhattan, get ready, because we plan to rip you inside out. I should add that this time, I plan to not at all vomit on NJ Transit>.
So, if I have been maudlin of late, this is the end, because I have amazingness around every bend this summer, and I am a whole new girl! Hurrah! (This is only about 25% a lie, you know. I will be maudlin again, of course, but hopefully maudlin in a kicky way!)
P.S. - I need a good headhunter in NYC, like, stat. Anyone who knows such a magical creature should comment below and I will email you. I am wicked serious, please, now!
P.P.S. - Saw Control Room and Saved! this weekend and both were magnifique. If you don't go out and see them right now, I shall stab you in the face.
Once -- just once! -- I would like to return home from a weekend with TJ and Rye without bruises on my forearms in ths shape of someone's hand and fingers. If anyone can explain what these are, I'd love an email with the backstory. I am completely serious, someone must know, because these are not my own hands -- they don't match up!
I will be their new manager. I'll tell them exactly how to talk, how to walk, where to shop, what to wear, how to get invited to the best fashion shows. And I'll send a mobster after all those fucking countdown-clock pedophiles.
Indeed! I don't even give a shit whether those little alien-girls live or die, but every dude who is slavering over the idea of them being legal for the sex? I stab those guys.
I have found myself charmed, really, by the whole Washingtonienne saga -- broken ages ago by Wonkette, natch. Here is the largely definitive "real media" interview from the WP (no offense weblogging types, but you know what I mean by "real," I am sure). I feel like it is totally time for all us girls who have done stupid, slutty things to unite behind Ms. Cutler -- there but for the grace of God go we, ladies! Err, uhm, maybe not, but hell, you never know.
Nightmare weekend notes: being given a beta fish as a gift, which is possibly my worst nightmare of all time, given my hyper-insane fish fear (although, unlike that link suggests, I won't be getting hypnotized for it, just stay away from fish, an easy enough thing since I live on land...); being served turkey that had a bunch of my mother-in-law's finger blood all over the underside of it; and being roped into a discussion about Universal monster movies. Shudders all around. And I am stuck with this goddamned fish, which will probably try and kill me in my sleep!
A little sidenote...watching "60 Minutes" as I type this -- Battle Ready, co-authored by Tom Clancy and General Anthony Zinni! This sounds interesting, and certainly like it is taking on a problem from another angle from someone who should know. I don't know that I would be able to slog through it personally, but still, an interesting thing.
Several more things of note:
a) Mark is weblogging his little rockstar heart out again. Aww. Give him some love! And, thanks to his return, having a LiveJournal is no longer effeminate! Very, very butch now!
b) Holy goodness, TJ and Rye and I are planning a visit to Ye Olde College Town in a few weeks, sort of crashing the reunion in our non-reunion year, just for kicks. And you know, it is way more complicated that I expected! I think we are okay now, so all I have to do is have my awesome hairlady dye my hair and shop for something fabulously chic to wear, but what drama! The up-side is: woo! Girls' weekend!
This weekend was so much fun, what with seeing the parents and everything. We only see them a few times a year, so it was a total treat to spend a few nice spring days together and hang out.
We went over to Northampton where we had a delightful lunch at Paul & Elizabeth's, hung out with our friends who just sold their luggage store downtown, and bought bee soap and tons of yarn at the Webs retail store (Debbie Bliss Cashmerino on sale! Cascade 220 for under $5 a skein!) for Christmas projects. Then on Sunday, we drove up to the Bennington Pottery, then across to Brattleboro to check out bookstores. At a used bookstore I much enjoy I picked up a copy of the 1973 Congressional pictoral directory which provided endless fun with tons of discussion on how long Trent Lott has been wearing that awful hairpiece (answer: apparently since 1973!). Mr. Pink grabbed a pre-release copy of Bob Woodward's new book -- the one he was chatting up on "60 Minutes" last night and which sounds pretty damning with regards to the administration's Iraq policy.
Sadly, the weekend was all too short, but it was great fun, and I hope we will be able to do it again soon.
In other news: our local MoveOn.org bake sale raised $360, which is pretty good considering how small it was! So that is awesome, Berkshire County! Our cookies turned out really good, so I will take credit for $24 of that total, thankyouverymuch.
Also, here's something cool...a friend we ran into at the grocery store on Friday night told us: he's a UCC minister, newly ordained and looking for a flock, and while he is just sort of substitute-preaching, he is also spending his time taking on political causes. He said that he has started a local program to get the homeless in the Berkshires registered to vote! Isn't that great? I love the idea, and I really like how he approaches the political from a religious perspective! Rad.