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To continue my dorkdom

The Urbz looks like a kickass game.

Tiny. Little. Vandals.

I think I've picked "tired" as my mood for my last 4 entries. But finally, it will be over. This coming weekend -- I Won't. Have. To. Go. Anywhere.

Thank the LORD. I plan to just flop, in my bed, all weekend. I also have so much to write about. It's overwhelming.

This past weekend, I was back in New York for Fred's sister Carol's wedding. I ended up spending 90% of my time with Fred & Vlad at the wedding, which went on forever and the remaining 10% with jammie, being a good friend (I hope).

The wedding was exciting and beautiful ... I've known Fred (and by association, his sister) for 10 years now and it was just amazing to think that she was getting married. Especially since realizing she's only 2 years older than me. Wait, not even. She's 25. God.

The ceremony was very Catholic... the priest was a little weird, because he referenced "Fiddler on the Roof" in his little speech and hey, I'm not sure if I'm a Catholic that I want someone focussing on a play about Jewish marriages/couples.

Vlad and I were the token heathens, not doing any of the responses or singing any of the songs or taking communion. We live in sin.

People wore jeans to the ceremony, They also brought screaming babies. I certainly hope no one does that at my wedding. I almost felt bad for Carol. She'll have crying babies and people trying to shush them on her wedding video.

I have to say that the highlight (lowlight?) of the whole day was my "confusion" with Kaitlin, one of Fred's more "hillbilly" relatives (they're voting for Bush).

She was about 16, but about 6' tall and easily 350-400 pounds. And she had long red hair. All of Fred's relatives, however, seemed to think we looked exactly alike. And felt the need to say so often.

How depressing is it that you go to the gym, make great pains to buy and wear clothes that are flattering to your figure, lose large quantities of weight and yet you still get confused with Red-Haired Giants. Like ... why do I even try? God bless the Open Bar.

Speaking of huge and fat, there were monstrous, disgraceful amounts of food at the wedding. Easily enough to feed the entire state of Delaware (enjoy, reverend_dave!!). I was signing with Fred's aunt and she signed that she wouldn't eat again for a year.

Which segués into the next section, that I got excellent ASL practice at the wedding (for those not "in the know", Fred's parents and 3 of his uncles are all deaf)

Dancing with Fred was fun ... we reminisced and laughed and he put his hands on my butt. Most of his family doesn't know he is gay, even though he brought his boyfriend of 14 months, Vladimir (whom I adore) and who danced like John Travolta.

Vlad definitely gave some of the bridesmaids a thrill with his pelvic dancing. I cracked myself up (and Mason as well) with my replication of said dancing. Tee hee.

I found out that Vlad was married for several years like, 10 years ago. I found this rather interesting. I guess I can pick it apart later.

The reception went until 11:30 at night .. much to the chagrin of my feet in my gorgeous, fabulous, totally impractical pink heels. I ended up sleeping in Fred & Vlad's classy, tiny, Chelsea living room for one more night.


On Sunday, I woke up and stumbled over to Queens to see Vanessa. There was a vague possibility of going to DC with Terry in his car and foregoing the Chinatown bus, but he was disorganized and not even moderately ready to leave when I wanted to go.

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A quick shout-out to puckylunk, who may be a cowardly fucktard, but is at least generous! Thank you for DVD Studio Pro!! You rock!

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We had good chats and lay outside on towels in the grass and sun. I miss having her around. We also played DDR and ate our traditional greasy italian delivery food. Oh, and we watched Stewart Little 2. I just have to say -- Fuck You Jonathan Lipnicki. Even if your brother is a mouse, don't act like a fucktard toward him. Sheesh.

It was a nice afternoon, though, and jammie drove me to Chinatown to get the bus. Thank goodness, because the bus was basically full at 5:20 when I boarded, a full 40 minutes before its scheduled departure. It ended up getting so full that there was not a single empty seat. I was hoping they'd show a movie (I always position myself 2 seats behind the TV screens on buses with movies shown) but alas, they only showed loud, non-english speaking, non-english subtitled soap operas. I managed to sleep through it regardless. My phone decided to die about 2/3 the way there so thankfully, the guy next to me let me use his phone to tell Mason I was there.

Coming home was lovely. I had cleaned my house while home from work on Friday, and there is nothing to make you feel like an adult than to have a semi-clean house. Or rather, cleanER.

Plus, there was the realization that I had nothing but floppage ahead of me for the following weekend. I ended up staying up far too late with Mason, but it was worth it :)

<------ Happy Girl.

WTF?

I'm writing an email, and I have a spellchecker on my software.

I write "Dorkface" and the pop-up comes up and says that "Dorkface" is not in the dictionary. It suggests as a possible replacement "Workface"


What the FUCK is a "Workface"? I thought again, "Oh, it must've said workPLACE" but no .... "workface"

I think Microsoft Entourage is on crack.