I'm sitting at my desk, minding my own business, and in walks My Crush. Its Tuesday! He's not supposed to be here until Thursday!
I'm annoyed.
Here I am blissfully unaware, satisfied by my huge Baja lunch with my dad, in a shirt that makes me look way too chubby, and in he comes all cute, scruffy and brooding. I want to throw my mouse at him.
This is NOT how it works. No surprise visits!
G'Damnit. I had my outfit all picked out for Thursday. It was complete with fuck-me boots. I'm beyond disappointed.
How am I supposed to make him see what he's missing when I'm wearing dirty cords, (don't judge me if was a rough morning) and a sweater that adds ten pounds. I'm sure that my deer-in-headlights expression when I saw him didn't help my case, nor did the fact that my arms instinctively wrapped defensively around my abdomen.
So its been almost three months since our first date, I'm hoping one day soon I'll snap out of it. Maybe its because he''s the only guy recently who's shown any interest or potential. Granted the potential was really short lived, but I just wish I knew why? I'm hoping I didn't some how unknowingly screw this up and he's not the one coming in every week wondering why I didn't want to see HIM again.
Though I highly doubt that.
At least G will be here in a week. That will be a nice distraction!
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Frustrating
Its sad when you're sitting in a meeting across from a man so filled with enthusiasm and passion for his organization, and you can only think, "I need to get out of here." "I need a new job."
I feel nothing for this place and I'm not sure that I have ever. Its not that we're not doing worthy stuff, or that the mission isn't inspiring. We're doing good noble stuff and providing a service for the community, I just feel nothing.
I feel guilty as a I was spacing out concentrating on my mounting hunger, trying to plan my weekend in my head. I'm bad for the organization.
The problem is whether or not its the place or if its just me. Am I going to feel like this at every job I'm at? If so, where does that leave me? Permanently dissatisfied?
Like everything else I'm going to blame it on hormones and the weather. Not very feministic of me that's for sure. Oh well!
I feel nothing for this place and I'm not sure that I have ever. Its not that we're not doing worthy stuff, or that the mission isn't inspiring. We're doing good noble stuff and providing a service for the community, I just feel nothing.
I feel guilty as a I was spacing out concentrating on my mounting hunger, trying to plan my weekend in my head. I'm bad for the organization.
The problem is whether or not its the place or if its just me. Am I going to feel like this at every job I'm at? If so, where does that leave me? Permanently dissatisfied?
Like everything else I'm going to blame it on hormones and the weather. Not very feministic of me that's for sure. Oh well!
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Bff's 4 Eva
For some reason, when S and I found out that we were going to be each other's freshman year roommates we both cried. There really was no GOOD reason for us both being so dramatic, but we were young, we were both coming from comfortable High School situations and, well, College was scary.
We vaguely knew who each other were because we were both in the same orientation group. It was rare that people in the same group actually became random roommates. I told S I thought she was a lesbian, and she told me that she first thought I was the weird, scary girl from our group who actually left orientation early. While I did want to leave early, I stuck it out.
Obviously, we were both wrong.
I didn't actually think S was a lesbian, I just liked to kid her about her embarrassing mistake in a stupid ice breaker game where you had to run to a different shoe when certain characteristics applied to you. When our leader announce "the wind blows for whomever likes the girl on top." (yes very mature) S, not paying attention had the misfortune to run AND get stuck in the middle, thus magnifying her mistake. Oh the hoots and cat calls could be heard all over the campus! I, on the other hand, had my foot firmly stuck to my own shoe.
Lucky for us, none of the freshman roommate horror stories applied to us. We got along great! S made fun of my undies and opened my world to shopping and the fact that I shouldn't wear brown shoes with black and many other fashion tips. In return, I kept S highly amused with my clumsy antics. I garantee today she can't think of me falling down the front steps at our freshman dorm in front of both our families without laughing out loud.
Flash forward 9 years later and we were at her bachelorette party this past weekend. I have to admit I didn't think the old girl would settle down, but she has been tamed and is getting married on November 4th. (hehe, J/K, S)
We don't get to see each other much, but it seems when we do its like we hang out every day. I never laugh so much around another person as I do around S. It didn't matter that we were in the most pretentious bar in Boston, we were just able to be ourselves. Like we were back in college, being goofy, saying inappropriate things to inappropriate boys, only to kick ourselves later and laugh like crazy over it. I even had the pleasure of running into an old college classmate in the bathroom, running back to S and gossiping about how awkward it was and being catty about her in general. The night was a blast. Me assuring S that she didn't lose her purse, S assuring me that I didn't look like a slut in my new slutty shirt.
Just like old times.
If only the Hill was open so we could get grilled cheese sandwiches, go back to a our turquoise and lime green coordinated dorm room, and watch "Dazed and Confused" for the 35th time, only this time S won't have to leave me to finish the movie by myself so she can fight with her BF in the hallway.
The freshman roommate gods were obviously in a good mood when they paired S and I together!
I can't wait for the wedding!
We vaguely knew who each other were because we were both in the same orientation group. It was rare that people in the same group actually became random roommates. I told S I thought she was a lesbian, and she told me that she first thought I was the weird, scary girl from our group who actually left orientation early. While I did want to leave early, I stuck it out.
Obviously, we were both wrong.
I didn't actually think S was a lesbian, I just liked to kid her about her embarrassing mistake in a stupid ice breaker game where you had to run to a different shoe when certain characteristics applied to you. When our leader announce "the wind blows for whomever likes the girl on top." (yes very mature) S, not paying attention had the misfortune to run AND get stuck in the middle, thus magnifying her mistake. Oh the hoots and cat calls could be heard all over the campus! I, on the other hand, had my foot firmly stuck to my own shoe.
Lucky for us, none of the freshman roommate horror stories applied to us. We got along great! S made fun of my undies and opened my world to shopping and the fact that I shouldn't wear brown shoes with black and many other fashion tips. In return, I kept S highly amused with my clumsy antics. I garantee today she can't think of me falling down the front steps at our freshman dorm in front of both our families without laughing out loud.
Flash forward 9 years later and we were at her bachelorette party this past weekend. I have to admit I didn't think the old girl would settle down, but she has been tamed and is getting married on November 4th. (hehe, J/K, S)
We don't get to see each other much, but it seems when we do its like we hang out every day. I never laugh so much around another person as I do around S. It didn't matter that we were in the most pretentious bar in Boston, we were just able to be ourselves. Like we were back in college, being goofy, saying inappropriate things to inappropriate boys, only to kick ourselves later and laugh like crazy over it. I even had the pleasure of running into an old college classmate in the bathroom, running back to S and gossiping about how awkward it was and being catty about her in general. The night was a blast. Me assuring S that she didn't lose her purse, S assuring me that I didn't look like a slut in my new slutty shirt.
Just like old times.
If only the Hill was open so we could get grilled cheese sandwiches, go back to a our turquoise and lime green coordinated dorm room, and watch "Dazed and Confused" for the 35th time, only this time S won't have to leave me to finish the movie by myself so she can fight with her BF in the hallway.
The freshman roommate gods were obviously in a good mood when they paired S and I together!
I can't wait for the wedding!
Friday, October 13, 2006
Bull Frog
Today is one of those days where you brush your hand accidentally across your leg and think: "When, exactly, DID I last shave my legs?"
I'm still nursing my cold. Hopefully it should be gone by the end of the weekend seeing that would mark its one week anniversary of making my life miserable. I spent most of last night trying to stave of my hacking annoying cough, and while on the phone with G he started making "ribbit" sounds at me. He was right I do sound like a frog, especially at night. Its very annoying!
My voice seems to alternate between a bull frog and a twelve year old boy. You know, Peter Brady style.
Awkward conversation last night with P. He A and I were in the living room while J was upstairs, antisocial style with IWG.
P looks at us and points up stairs and starts whispering. You can hear everything in our apartments, and that is NOT a good thing, trust me.
"So I was here earlier, and IWG was in the shower and J just walked right in." Noticing our blank expressions, he looks at me. "You still have the see through shower curtain right?" (I don't even WANT to get started on that topic).
"Yah we do." I replied, still unfazed.
"Sooo.. Has he seen all that before?"
A and I exchanged glances. For some reason, and I'm almost jealous, P has been kept out of the IWG saga.
I look at A and then at P. "Yes, he has."
P looks confused. "and have they...-insert rude hand gesture here-"
I look at A again, obviously there's no use keeping it a secret, so I answer,. "Yes they have."
"And she still has...."
"Yes she does"
"Jesus!"
"Exactly."
"Wow, I guess I've really been out of the loop." P doesn't look like her really cares either way.
"That's not a bad thing!"
Cue thumping noises upstairs.
Ugh, I hate that I'm witnessing this debacle. Someone, (J) is going to get hurt and someone (me) is going to have to mop up the mess.
I'm still nursing my cold. Hopefully it should be gone by the end of the weekend seeing that would mark its one week anniversary of making my life miserable. I spent most of last night trying to stave of my hacking annoying cough, and while on the phone with G he started making "ribbit" sounds at me. He was right I do sound like a frog, especially at night. Its very annoying!
My voice seems to alternate between a bull frog and a twelve year old boy. You know, Peter Brady style.
Awkward conversation last night with P. He A and I were in the living room while J was upstairs, antisocial style with IWG.
P looks at us and points up stairs and starts whispering. You can hear everything in our apartments, and that is NOT a good thing, trust me.
"So I was here earlier, and IWG was in the shower and J just walked right in." Noticing our blank expressions, he looks at me. "You still have the see through shower curtain right?" (I don't even WANT to get started on that topic).
"Yah we do." I replied, still unfazed.
"Sooo.. Has he seen all that before?"
A and I exchanged glances. For some reason, and I'm almost jealous, P has been kept out of the IWG saga.
I look at A and then at P. "Yes, he has."
P looks confused. "and have they...-insert rude hand gesture here-"
I look at A again, obviously there's no use keeping it a secret, so I answer,. "Yes they have."
"And she still has...."
"Yes she does"
"Jesus!"
"Exactly."
"Wow, I guess I've really been out of the loop." P doesn't look like her really cares either way.
"That's not a bad thing!"
Cue thumping noises upstairs.
Ugh, I hate that I'm witnessing this debacle. Someone, (J) is going to get hurt and someone (me) is going to have to mop up the mess.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Perfection!
This past weekend was one of the best weekends I've had in a very VERY long time.
Not only because it was four days long, but because I was able to witness and be a part of a very special event for a very special person in my life. The wedding was perfect. I know you're thinking "Really Kate? Perfect? Is there such a thing?" Maybe not, but for all intents and purposes, it was perfect. Maybe there was a little drama with the way the veil was sitting on the Bride's head and maybe there was the time that M stepped on the train of my dress and there was a ripping sound that made everyone within a ten foot radius stop and gasp. (No undies were seen! Damage was minimal). There was just nothing big that went wrong. You always hear horror stories of things that can go wrong at weddings, but nothing did and I know anyone looking back on this wedding will always remember it with a warm, fuzzy glow.
I'm so happy for GJ that everything went so well. Watching and helping her plan this wedding for the past year, I know how hard she worked to make it happen, right down to the smallest detail. Her attention to detail showed in every aspect of the event, from the preparation at the salon, (4 hours that flew by like nothing) to the pre-ceremony at the bride's parents house to the ride to the church and the ceremony itself.
I suppose I'm gushing, but it requires nothing less!
Some highlights.
Wearing my hair up for the first time EVER, and liking it!
All the bridesmaids wearing false eyelashes. SO much fun. K is a genius with make-up.
Wearing the strapless dress and only pulling at it about every 10 mins instead of 5.
Not chipping my manicure until Sunday! A HUGE accomplishment for me.
The cutest ring bearer ever being pushed down the aisle by his father.
K's gift of two baskets of butterflies, but they were too cold to fly so all the children had them all over themselves. They were in the brides veil and on her bouquet. They're going to have gorgeous pictures.
M ripping my dress during the cocktail hour.
The father of the bride presenting the couple with a "redneck windchime" that he made himself out of hubcaps.
K making everyone cry with her speech when she recited an ee cummings poem at the end. My napkin was streaked with mascara.
Getting my beer knocked out of my hand by the groom and a grooms man while they were chest bumping and taking a while to realize there was glass in my foot. A minor injury.
Walking to the local bar after the reception in our dresses, only to realize that my father had my ID. I tried to sneak in, but its hard to be incognito with a floor-length gown, and was forced to sit in the bouncers chair while waiting for my dad to bring my ID.
Reminding N (S's fiance) that the last time he was wasted he had licked the entire left side of my face.
Getting home at 2:30 AM exhausted and satisfied and happy.
I suppose I should throw in some lowlights, but they don't really have anything to do with the ceremony itself. Mostly they have to do with my dumb-ass roommates.
Sitting the ceremony and watching GJ and D say the vows and tear up and glow and realizing that there is no one in my life at this point and time that I could ever imagine going through something like that with.
A saying all night that he doesn't have a girlfriend and hooking up with K's old roommate J, then spending the rest of the weekend with C.
JT talking all night about how he's in love with his gf and how he will probably marry her, only to make-our with one of GJ and K's cousins at the bar.
J leaving early with out telling anyone, trying to talk to me about IWG to the point I had to yell at him to stop and tell him that it wasn't his night and him staring at his cell phone all night. I was embarrassed for him.
See, very few low lights. They just come from people's lack of character and inane stupidity.
It was just such a good time, I'm still comming down from it. Being at work really triggered at mini depression, but I suppose that's only natural with something you've been looking forward to for so long has come and gone.
I'm so happy for GJ and D and I hope they're enjoying their mini-moon on the Vineyard. I also realized how much I miss hanging out with K and I hope our busy schedules can mesh a little more. Maybe I'll have to schedule a facial! That will be an adventure!
Not only because it was four days long, but because I was able to witness and be a part of a very special event for a very special person in my life. The wedding was perfect. I know you're thinking "Really Kate? Perfect? Is there such a thing?" Maybe not, but for all intents and purposes, it was perfect. Maybe there was a little drama with the way the veil was sitting on the Bride's head and maybe there was the time that M stepped on the train of my dress and there was a ripping sound that made everyone within a ten foot radius stop and gasp. (No undies were seen! Damage was minimal). There was just nothing big that went wrong. You always hear horror stories of things that can go wrong at weddings, but nothing did and I know anyone looking back on this wedding will always remember it with a warm, fuzzy glow.
I'm so happy for GJ that everything went so well. Watching and helping her plan this wedding for the past year, I know how hard she worked to make it happen, right down to the smallest detail. Her attention to detail showed in every aspect of the event, from the preparation at the salon, (4 hours that flew by like nothing) to the pre-ceremony at the bride's parents house to the ride to the church and the ceremony itself.
I suppose I'm gushing, but it requires nothing less!
Some highlights.
Wearing my hair up for the first time EVER, and liking it!
All the bridesmaids wearing false eyelashes. SO much fun. K is a genius with make-up.
Wearing the strapless dress and only pulling at it about every 10 mins instead of 5.
Not chipping my manicure until Sunday! A HUGE accomplishment for me.
The cutest ring bearer ever being pushed down the aisle by his father.
K's gift of two baskets of butterflies, but they were too cold to fly so all the children had them all over themselves. They were in the brides veil and on her bouquet. They're going to have gorgeous pictures.
M ripping my dress during the cocktail hour.
The father of the bride presenting the couple with a "redneck windchime" that he made himself out of hubcaps.
K making everyone cry with her speech when she recited an ee cummings poem at the end. My napkin was streaked with mascara.
Getting my beer knocked out of my hand by the groom and a grooms man while they were chest bumping and taking a while to realize there was glass in my foot. A minor injury.
Walking to the local bar after the reception in our dresses, only to realize that my father had my ID. I tried to sneak in, but its hard to be incognito with a floor-length gown, and was forced to sit in the bouncers chair while waiting for my dad to bring my ID.
Reminding N (S's fiance) that the last time he was wasted he had licked the entire left side of my face.
Getting home at 2:30 AM exhausted and satisfied and happy.
I suppose I should throw in some lowlights, but they don't really have anything to do with the ceremony itself. Mostly they have to do with my dumb-ass roommates.
Sitting the ceremony and watching GJ and D say the vows and tear up and glow and realizing that there is no one in my life at this point and time that I could ever imagine going through something like that with.
A saying all night that he doesn't have a girlfriend and hooking up with K's old roommate J, then spending the rest of the weekend with C.
JT talking all night about how he's in love with his gf and how he will probably marry her, only to make-our with one of GJ and K's cousins at the bar.
J leaving early with out telling anyone, trying to talk to me about IWG to the point I had to yell at him to stop and tell him that it wasn't his night and him staring at his cell phone all night. I was embarrassed for him.
See, very few low lights. They just come from people's lack of character and inane stupidity.
It was just such a good time, I'm still comming down from it. Being at work really triggered at mini depression, but I suppose that's only natural with something you've been looking forward to for so long has come and gone.
I'm so happy for GJ and D and I hope they're enjoying their mini-moon on the Vineyard. I also realized how much I miss hanging out with K and I hope our busy schedules can mesh a little more. Maybe I'll have to schedule a facial! That will be an adventure!
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wedding Jitters
No, not the bride, but me.
I'm flying down to my home town after work to pick up my dress and I'm beyond nervous. I know the color will look great with my coloring, the style and fabric are great, the skirt is perfect for my figures, seeing as A-line is my friend, but that damn top is giving me nightmares.
The top is made, (or has been made) to wear with out a bra, and I'm a girl who wears a bra at all times. I'm sure it will be fine! (fingers and toes crossed!)
I'm excited for the weekend though. It seems like it was just yesterday we were planning her shower and I was trying to find the right plates. I'm so happy for GJ! She is the first one of my close friends to walk down the isle. S is next in about four weeks. I'm sure there will be many to follow.
It's strange and its not strange. GJ and her fiance are perfect for each other, they've been together for 6 years and living together for 4. This is just the culmination of everything.
GJ is probably one of the best friends that I have. She is strong, confident and probably the most straight forward and practical person I know. Talking to her about whatever is bothering me no matter how stupid or trivial it is always makes me feel better. The fact that she is always interested in what I am saying and always offers the best advice, makes her easy to talk to and share things with.
We grew up together, although we had a rocky start. Ever the perfectionist, GJ was a little put off by my eclectic coloring technique in a mutual friend's coloring book. Luckily, GJ soon recognized my creative genius and we became fast friends, though we always avoided coloring together. As we grew up we tore it up on the soccer fields, shared the basketball bench, and won second place in our elementary school's invention convention with out revolutionary design for a top-bunk/bottom-bunk table. Obviously GJ's design.
As we got older nothing really changed. GJ and K would summer with my family down the Cape and I would go with them to Maine or camping. The tree of us also managed to survive a month in Europe by ourselves, backpacking from city to city, country to country relying only on GJ's organization and trusty guide book. K and I would just follow behind, knowing she would find us a place to sleep or get us on time to the next train.
I know that GJ is the first person I would turn too if I need help or advice, and I'm SO happy and excited for her as she takes this huge step in her life and I'm so proud to be able to be a part of it!
Congratulations J And D! I love you!
I'm flying down to my home town after work to pick up my dress and I'm beyond nervous. I know the color will look great with my coloring, the style and fabric are great, the skirt is perfect for my figures, seeing as A-line is my friend, but that damn top is giving me nightmares.
The top is made, (or has been made) to wear with out a bra, and I'm a girl who wears a bra at all times. I'm sure it will be fine! (fingers and toes crossed!)
I'm excited for the weekend though. It seems like it was just yesterday we were planning her shower and I was trying to find the right plates. I'm so happy for GJ! She is the first one of my close friends to walk down the isle. S is next in about four weeks. I'm sure there will be many to follow.
It's strange and its not strange. GJ and her fiance are perfect for each other, they've been together for 6 years and living together for 4. This is just the culmination of everything.
GJ is probably one of the best friends that I have. She is strong, confident and probably the most straight forward and practical person I know. Talking to her about whatever is bothering me no matter how stupid or trivial it is always makes me feel better. The fact that she is always interested in what I am saying and always offers the best advice, makes her easy to talk to and share things with.
We grew up together, although we had a rocky start. Ever the perfectionist, GJ was a little put off by my eclectic coloring technique in a mutual friend's coloring book. Luckily, GJ soon recognized my creative genius and we became fast friends, though we always avoided coloring together. As we grew up we tore it up on the soccer fields, shared the basketball bench, and won second place in our elementary school's invention convention with out revolutionary design for a top-bunk/bottom-bunk table. Obviously GJ's design.
As we got older nothing really changed. GJ and K would summer with my family down the Cape and I would go with them to Maine or camping. The tree of us also managed to survive a month in Europe by ourselves, backpacking from city to city, country to country relying only on GJ's organization and trusty guide book. K and I would just follow behind, knowing she would find us a place to sleep or get us on time to the next train.
I know that GJ is the first person I would turn too if I need help or advice, and I'm SO happy and excited for her as she takes this huge step in her life and I'm so proud to be able to be a part of it!
Congratulations J And D! I love you!
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
The Lake
I took these two pictures with my phone. Again they don't do the view justice, but it can give you an idea.
Bliss
At one point this past weekend I said to myself, "It doesn't get much better than this."
It was mid-afternoon, my belly was filled with a country breakfast, I was properly caffeinated, recently showered and dressed in my favorite, ten year old pants and an equally old worn t-shirt. Everyone else was napping, but not being a napper myself, I had settled myself in an Adirondack chair, my bare feet propped up book in hand. I was able to catch the last of the afternoon sun before the shade captured my spot. The view was indescribable. I sat there for a few moments contemplating how to describe such a view, but I knew I would never be able to do it justice.
It felt like a writing exercise when you try to come up with similies. "The leave were as red as..." or the "Lake shined like..." They all sounded stale, predictable. It was just so different than the scenery I'm used to. The leaves were amazing. It wasn't exactly peak foliage time, but there were smattering of reds and oranges sprinkled between the giant pines. The lake was calm and the hills rose above the horizon, gentily rolling along the length of the opposite shore.
I sat there for an hour or so, until the sun disappeared behind the house and the temperature dropped dramatically. The house was cozy though. The floor to ceiling windows provided the same view, but without the fresh air. The whole weekend was comfortable, a nice escape from what was left behind.
The company was great, there were no awkward moments, just good conversation, good food and great friends, as well as, one very well behaved dog, who stole the show. He was the kind of dog that makes you want to have a dog of your very own.
Sunday was rainy, but it allowed for more time to relax, watch football, and for GJ and me, time to finished all her place cards for the wedding. Her chocolate theme place cards included Hershey's Hugs, stuck through w/a tooth pick and flags with the name of the guest and their table assignments wrapped around them. They came out cute, but it was a lengthy process. I'm not the most crafty person, so I was a little tentative to help out lest I screwed some up, but one you got in the groove it was actually easy.
I was glad for this weekend. It was a nice reprieve before going back to work, roommate issues and relationship messes. It was nice to be able to sit there and sigh and feel absolutely content with that small spot in the world that you are occupying, even if it was fleeting.
It was nice to slow down.
Now I'm back, work is work, the roommates are bitchy, my car needs a new transmission, and in just 3 days, I will be wearing the first strapless dress ever. Hopefully by then this growth above my lip will fade so when K does my make up, she doesn't' have to make fun of me.
My name is Kate, I'm 27 years old and I still get the occasional blemish. There really aren't any perks to getting older.
It was mid-afternoon, my belly was filled with a country breakfast, I was properly caffeinated, recently showered and dressed in my favorite, ten year old pants and an equally old worn t-shirt. Everyone else was napping, but not being a napper myself, I had settled myself in an Adirondack chair, my bare feet propped up book in hand. I was able to catch the last of the afternoon sun before the shade captured my spot. The view was indescribable. I sat there for a few moments contemplating how to describe such a view, but I knew I would never be able to do it justice.
It felt like a writing exercise when you try to come up with similies. "The leave were as red as..." or the "Lake shined like..." They all sounded stale, predictable. It was just so different than the scenery I'm used to. The leaves were amazing. It wasn't exactly peak foliage time, but there were smattering of reds and oranges sprinkled between the giant pines. The lake was calm and the hills rose above the horizon, gentily rolling along the length of the opposite shore.
I sat there for an hour or so, until the sun disappeared behind the house and the temperature dropped dramatically. The house was cozy though. The floor to ceiling windows provided the same view, but without the fresh air. The whole weekend was comfortable, a nice escape from what was left behind.
The company was great, there were no awkward moments, just good conversation, good food and great friends, as well as, one very well behaved dog, who stole the show. He was the kind of dog that makes you want to have a dog of your very own.
Sunday was rainy, but it allowed for more time to relax, watch football, and for GJ and me, time to finished all her place cards for the wedding. Her chocolate theme place cards included Hershey's Hugs, stuck through w/a tooth pick and flags with the name of the guest and their table assignments wrapped around them. They came out cute, but it was a lengthy process. I'm not the most crafty person, so I was a little tentative to help out lest I screwed some up, but one you got in the groove it was actually easy.
I was glad for this weekend. It was a nice reprieve before going back to work, roommate issues and relationship messes. It was nice to be able to sit there and sigh and feel absolutely content with that small spot in the world that you are occupying, even if it was fleeting.
It was nice to slow down.
Now I'm back, work is work, the roommates are bitchy, my car needs a new transmission, and in just 3 days, I will be wearing the first strapless dress ever. Hopefully by then this growth above my lip will fade so when K does my make up, she doesn't' have to make fun of me.
My name is Kate, I'm 27 years old and I still get the occasional blemish. There really aren't any perks to getting older.
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