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Archive: October 2007

my friends are getting married. i’m just getting drunk. and eating cereal.

It seems as though wedding bells are everywhere lately. Maybe it’s just my age, but everyone and their brother seem to be getting engaged these days and it’s leaving me wondering what the hell is going on. I think it’s fabulous if you’ve found the love of your life and are ready to settle down at age 25 or younger (go you), but personally, I don’t see why so many people feel the need to rush it. Do you realize that once you get married you can never live alone again? You can never go for a night out with the girls without making a phone call and telling someone where you are. You can never eat a bowl of cereal for dinner again without explaining it to someone. You can never get that first rush of “Oh my God, I think I’m really falling for this person.” You can never be completely and totally selfish again. And really, are most 25-year-olds ready to stop being selfish (not to mention, stop eating cereal for dinner)? I know I’m not. To quote the popular Facebook group, “My friends are getting married. I’m just getting drunk.” I know, I’m so mature, right? You get the point though.

I became a fan of Julia Allison after reading her bf’s (yes, she has a bf) Tumblr (p.s. I want a Tumblr. Soo much cooler than Blogger. Sorry Blogger, please don’t cancel my account) and reading Gawker talk smack about the two of them all the time. Some people don’t like her, but like most disliked people (ahem, Martha Stewart), I believe the people who dislike them are just jealous and can’t handle/appreciate people more successful than themselves. I like people more successful than myself beacuse they motivate me and give me role models. I love Julia’s Tumblr and really, I think if you read it, she’s hard not to like. She recently posted an article that she just wrote for Time Out New York and she seriously put everything I’ve been trying to say into the perfect words. Sooo, read it.

Just what you’ve been feeling too, right? Seriously though. It’s extremely important to me that I find my own success before I settle down with someone else. Not that I can’t be successful with someone, but I’d rather grow into my own person and be entirely independent and stable on my own first. Honestly, this used to mean nothing to me. Growing up, I would tell my parents I was going to marry a rich man and be a housewife (they would laugh and then give each other concerned looks, wondering where the hell I came from and who raised me). Throughout college, I was sure I would get married to my college boyfriend. After college, I knew I wanted to be with my post-college boyfriend forever. Now, I’m totally happy not knowing who I’ll end up with, because really, I just don’t care right now. I’m sure I’ll still make a fabulous housewife someday, with my extremely amazing cooking skills (minus random cereal nights) and all (I’m still working on the cleaning part, k?), but I have quite a few things I need to get out of the way first.

My favorite line of Julia’s article? “I still want to wonder if he likes me, not if he’s taken out the trash.” Seriously sooo true. I mean, some people are ready to settle down and argue about taking out the trash and that is totally cool. But try really hard to picture your life in 10 years, then 20, then 30, and make sure that still sounds like the life you’ve always dreamed of. Even when it feels good now, I can imagine that a few years down the line when the novelty’s worn off, you start wishing things went a little differently.

Honestly, I think there’s a reason why the divorce rate is so high; people don’t accomplish everything they want to before they are married and they don’t realize it until the lust and excitement of marriage wears off. I’m not saying young marriages never work, because they do. But why not wait a while and make sure you’re totally and 100% ready? What do you have to lose by waiting? So you won’t be the first of your friends to have a big lavish wedding. So what? (I personally want to wait to get married until my friends are older anyway, because it means better presents. Seriously, I don’t have any business buying my friends, no matter how good they are, amazing engagement/shower/wedding presents with my current salary/non-salary. I can afford maybe a spatula/whisk set or something of that nature, so if that’s what you want, by all means, send me an invitation. Otherwise, give me a few years).

In addition, I am not ready to get rid of my pink bedspread/pink everything in my bedroom, nor do I have any room at all for anyone else’s clothes or shoes in my closet. Also, when I want to stay up working or vegging until 4 a.m. I don’t want someone trying to sleep in my bed complaining that the light’s bothering them or I’m typing too loudly. When it’s 11 p.m. and I realize I haven’t eaten dinner yet and I’m grabbing a bowl of cereal, I don’t want to be given a hard time for it. On second thought….maybe I’ll just stay unmarried forever.

P.S. “And hey, if you want to start sleeping with the same person for the rest of your life when you’re 25, go for it, but don’t say I didn’t tell you you’d be choosing real sleep over the euphemism by 27. And that’s just depressing.” She said it. I’m just agreeing.

and we didn’t even have to wait another 86 years.

World Series champions!!!!!! Honestly, that series was amazing and I’m still in shock that we swept. I almost started crying when I saw how happy the boys were. And I think it’s soo cool how many rookies made such a huge difference in our season. It was a total and complete team effort. I’ve been hearing a lot of people say things like “It would have been so much better if the Rockies won; the Red Sox always win!” Umm hello? We didn’t win a thing for 86 years. And we even waited a few years after winning in 2004. So, I think we’ve been playing pretty nicely. Then they say things like “New England wins at everything! It’s no fair!” I think it’s fair. It’s called we’re better than you. The best team wins and our teams are pretty damn awesome right now (I may have to exclude the Bruins from this statement, though I will try to keep some faith in them).

I watched the game at Chelsee and Katie’s apartment because a) we didn’t get an early enough start to be able to fit in any bar in Boston and surrounding cities, b) thinking about even being near alcohol was making me sick, and c) my mom told me I would probably get hurt if I went out. So we sat in front of the TV in our Sox t-shirts and enjoyed the game in a peaceful and safe environment.

Then Chelsee offered to drive me and Nina home and we had the fabulous idea of checking out the action more into the city. Kenmore was entirely blocked off so we just had to imagine the craziness that was there. I’d probably rather not though considering when we entered the Mass Ave. area, people (also known as college students) came from everywhere, surrounding Chelsee’s vehicle from all sides (also known as jumping on it). They started banging on her windows, climbing on her car, jumping on the roof, screaming, basically being complete morons and preventing us from driving anywhere. I honestly felt like we were going to die, the windows were going to smash, someone was going to tip the car over with us in it, etc. Nina said she felt like she was at a car wash (from hell) and there is honestly no better way to describe how it felt. This human car wash resulted in a huge dent in Chelsee’s brand-new, just paid $2,000 for hood. And us kicking ourselves because we should have known something like that was going to happen.

Moral of the story: Always listen to your mom. And while I love Boston and the Red Sox to death, there are a few citizens I could do without.

after the boys won game 4
we saw this scene many times on our after-game drive
Photos compliments of Boston.com

halloween 2007

Last night was a success. And I can breathe a sigh of relief that Halloween is officially over for me. I actually would love to go to Sas’s mom’s party on Wed. but unfortunately I have class. I think I pulled off Nicole Richie pretty much all right. Down to the pregnancy part. We attended a party at Sas’s hair salon and I’ve never seen anything like it. It was two floors with DJs, alcohol, and, so many people we could barely move. Unfortunately, that made it hard to get to the alcohol. Things about the night:

It’s really difficult to see when you’re wearing sunglasses in a dark party at night. I don’t think I saw anything that wasn’t happening directly in front of me.

People don’t think it’s cool that you’re drinking when you’re pregnant. Even if your baby is just a shirt stuffed under your tank top.

When I’ve had some wine and someone says something shitty about my friend, I will confront them fearlessly. Even if it’s a big group of guys. Seriously though, don’t go to a Halloween party if you’re not going to dress up, choosing instead to wear Abercrombie logo shirts. Don’t make horrible racial comments. And don’t start chanting “Tom Brady takes it up the ass” because one of our friends is dressed as Tom Brady. Honestly, if you’re lowering yourself to making fun of Tom Brady, you have slight insecurities. And don’t be jealous because you’re standing in a big group of other lame guys and “Tom Brady” is with his extremely hot girlfriend dressed as Giselle (aka Sas) who you’ve been making inappropriate sexual comments to. I don’t think I’ve ever yelled and swore and gave a group of people the finger at a party before. It was kind of fun. And like Megan said, “If the alcohol wasn’t so hard to get here, I’d throw my cup of wine at him.”

The guy we met dressed like Mike Lowell legit looked like Mike Lowell. I had a serious talk with him and asked him a billion questions and much like Mike Lowell, he stayed calm under pressure and didn’t seem annoyed with me.

You know they’re keeping it classy when you ask the people running the bar what kind of wine they have and they say “red or white.” Okayyy.

I celebrated Halloween and didn’t even get any candy.

I may or may not have destroyed some of the ex-bf’s property outside his window at 3 a.m. And he may or may not look at this blog. So if he does, I apologize. I was legit fooling around and just touched it and it came smashing to the ground. You may want to consider fastening your flower boxes to the window from now on. Anywayyy, it seemed kind of like a Nicole Richie thing to do, becoming violent with the ex’s property and all. Seriously, my bad.
It’s Nicole Richie bitchesss.

learn the benefits of not drinking.

After returning home slightly tipsy from last night’s blogging event and watching the Sox claim another victory, I checked my mailbox. Bills, catalog, New York mag, and cute little flyer. What did the flyer say? “Emerson College recognizes National Collegiate Alcohol Awareness Week- October 21st-27th. Plan to Drink Responsibly” First of all, why am I receiving this flyer on October 25th, two days before Alcohol Awareness Week is over? Apparently they don’t think we will be drinking Sun-Wed. Um, it’s World Series week in Boston; they are oh so wrong.

The front of the flyer wasn’t bad. It gave me some ideas for how to drink responsibly, though they are nothing you shouldn’t already know. The best part of the flyer was the part on the back that offers a list titled “Keep in mind some of the benefits of not drinking.” Here are some of their reasons you shouldn’t drink:

  • no hangovers– Wow, really? If I don’t drink I won’t get hungover??
  • better quality of sleep– I sleep amazingly well if I’ve had a few.
  • better mood– Not true. Alcohol puts me in a good mood.
  • healthy, hydrated skin– Trying to appeal to the vain.
  • more money– Again, really? I’ll have more money if I don’t drink?
  • less embarrassment– HA. could be true.
  • better workouts– Trying to appeal to the jocks. Not sure how they figure this.
  • healthy liver– Scare tactic.
  • less drama– Again, possibly true, but we all need a little drama in our lives. Drama happens when you’re sober too. And bored. Boredom happens when you’re not drinking.
  • easier to quit smoking– As if a drinker/smoker cares.
  • more energy on the weekends– And more boredom.
  • easier to get up early– Because you go to sleep at 7 p.m. due to lack of anything to do.
  • more quality time with friends– I have lots of quality time w/ friends when alcohol is involved.

I understand what they were trying to get at, but come on, this is pathetic. I would love to have written the copy for this. Unfortunately, when you get a bunch of adults and non-drinkers together to try and get people to drink less, it doesn’t work. Guarantee not one student looked at this flyer and said, “Wow, they’re right! I’m going to stop drinking.” They should have someone who does drink (responsibly) writing this. I could have done of fabby job of telling kiddies how to have a few, enjoy life, but wake up alive the next morning. And I would have gotten it out on time too. I also think it’s lame they’re sending it to 25-year-old graduate students. And furthermore, who plans National Collegiate Alcohol Awareness week over Halloween weekend??

Tonight I’m going to the last Celtics pre-season game and my very first Celts game/professional basketball game ever. Yay! I’m sure I will have some drinks. Tomorrow night is the Halloween party, where I’m sure I will have more drinks. I’m responsible though. I swear.

boo! boo.

I am not a fan of Halloween. I realize this goes against most popular opinion. I can’t help it though. I understand it’s all in good fun, but there’s something that totally creeps me out about a bunch of grown adults putting on cheesy costumes and waltzing around.

I don’t think I had a problem with Halloween as a child, but looking back, I probably should have. Some of my costumes were just plain wrong. One year I went as a magician, wearing a cape, a hat, and a wand. I even had a freaking moustache face-painted on me. In the pictures I look seriously creepy; why did my parents allow that to happen/help me with my costume?? Since my sister and I were both dancers, we always had access to a plethora of weird costumes (mermaid, cavemen, Bart Simpson [yes, Beth danced to “Do the Bart Man”])

Every year in elementary school we had the Spooky Fun Fair, which was basically the most exciting time of the year. They set up our school’s cafetorium (HA!) into a fun fest that had tons of games and prizes. My favorite part was always the cake walk, which looking back is incredibly disgusting. You walked around a big circle to music and if you were standing on the winning paper circle when the music stopped, you got to choose any cake you wanted. A nasty cake some other person made. Or probably had their kids make. But it was thrilling at the time. One year I got my very own oreo cookie cake (my mom trained me to choose the store bought ones as they were probably a bit safer). The other awesome thing about the SFF was the mystery bag table. Volunteers filled brown paper lunch bags with “prizes” and you paid some of your tickets and got to pick a bag and it was a total surprise what was in it. And chances are it was filled with crap. Little trinkets, or random food goods for instance. Once I got one of those little plastic bottles filled with gross sugary juice. Good times. My mom never bought them for me so it was a huge score.

The worst part about SFF for me was the hallway converted into the haunted house. I was probably one of the biggest wusses alive and was scared to death to go anywhere near the haunted house. This is quite pathetic considering the 5th graders were the ones who planned and put on the haunted house. I’m sure it was quite the fright fest. I mostly remember 5th graders jumping out and yelling boo and bowls filled with grapes that you were supposed to think were eyeballs. And I probably did.

That said, I’m obviously going out for Halloween this year. Let’s face it, if I don’t go out, I’ll just be sitting around by myself while everyone else is out. Someone usually finds a way to convince me to go out and the only year I really found salvation was the Halloween I went to visit my sister in Chicago who also hates the holiday. After much discussion and deliberation with my friends, I have decided to go as Nicole Richie. Mostly because I think it will be an easy costume and my other friends are going as celebs as well. I do, however, have to thank and give a special shout out to Sas for her other fabulous ideas:

-Whitey Bulger: “Dress in all white and put something in your pants to make a bulge!” Perfect for Boston.

-Little White Lie: Dress in all white and pin little cards on your outfit that say things like “You don’t look fat” and “your baby is soo cute.” Genius.

I’m sorry but I just don’t think costumes get any better than this.

Fun fact: For past 3 years I’ve had class on Halloween night. My first year in Boston, I was coming home from class at 10 p.m. and the guy standing next to me on the T had a gun. And no, it was not part of his costume. Luckily, I did not realize this until we were stopped for 20 minutes, the police got on the T, handcuffed him, and took him away. Then one of his friends said to the other “S*$t man, how did they know he had a gun??” Sweet. Mom and Dad never heard that story.