no fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark.
I want to respond to all the nice comments on my last post, and I will definitely do that! Thanks, you guys! We're stoked! I just want to make this post before a bunch of other stuff happens and then it turns into a giant post again and I can't keep track of anything.
I have to leave for the airport in an hour for Comic-Con -- did I talk about going to Comic-Con? I am going! For work, actually! Work is sending me to Comic-Con because we're doing a Thing there. That someone is paying for me to go there and then paying me to work while I am there is one of those things where I'm like, how is this even happening, this is terrific. I feel that way a lot, but sometimes it's easy to forget?
But speaking of ridiculous(/awesome?) things for jobs, I had to make this post because of something ridiculous at Al's work! They had their second annual Rock Band (like, the video game) competition on Monday. Al's band won last year, when it was just held in the work building. This year they held it in a showroom at one of the casinos and they opened it up to their sister companies, too.
Al's band has been "practicing," which means they go to someone's house and play Rock Band, but they did specific song selections based on the practices and shit. It was RIDICULOUS. (They did Animotion's 'Obsession' for the first round and The Vapors' 'Turning Japanese' for the finals). It's just as well they did extra work this year (last year's Billy Idol hair and outfit was for this competition) because it was so. much. bigger.
One of the things this meant was that Al sent me a text during "sound check and photo shoots" that was like, "Your douche ex is in a band" and then he turned out to be the lead singer of his band (Al's lead singer of his), and then it was Al's band against Jack's band in the finals (and one other band, but they quickly took third and the ceremony was Al standing there in the middle of his band, tall and skinny and blond and Jack in the middle of his, tall and skinny and dark-haired, waiting for the first place announcement and I was like -- this is weird. Four years later, a baby in my stomach, and I'm engaged, and it's like This Is Your Life, but if that show was about ridiculous shit and not memories. People that are aging better (oh my god, we're all getting so old) of those two people: Al. Far and away, Al.
Al was also wearing neon, leopard-print women's pants. We were looking for an outfit this past weekend in Buffalo Exchange, and I found those, and kind of held them up jokingly, but Al was like, "Would they actually fit?" and I checked the size and told him I thought they would, and he was like, "OK!" and then we found a cut-off button down and he took them both into the dressing room, decided they were perfect, and bought them. Weirdest use of $20 so far this year.
SPOILER: AL'S BAND WON.
Girls kept checking Al out, one group of them asked him to do a little spin, which, what. And he, like, was on stage, in front of a bunch of people, and then he ripped his shirt off and THREW IT INTO THE CROWD on the final song and I was like, HOW IS THIS HAPPENING. I think only a handful of you have met Al, but if you have, please try and envision that, because it was every bit as ridiculous as it sounds.
WHICH IS WHY THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING PICTURES!
(My favorite part of this first picture is that hanging from where Al's keys are clipped to his belt loops in back is his TARDIS keychain. In the big version, it looks random and amazing.)
There aren't too many pictures of the both of us (or just me) from that night because I am super fucking pregnant and feel huge, but here's one my mom took!
In a weird, subdued juxtaposition, yesterday was Al's birthday. I got him really nice new running shoes that hopefully he'll be able to break in before the Disney half-marathon in September and a cake from Carvel and we went over to my parents' and everyone came over and we had pizza and, I don't know. It was pretty low-key. There are only three pictures from that whole thing, I think. And they're all of Al and no one else.
This post was, like, almost entirely Al. GOOD NEWS: the Comic-Con wrap up post probably won't have Al in it at all because he's not going (and is instead putting together a crib and baby furniture. JUSTICE!) and I should maybe talk about Harry Potter at some point? I don't know.
I'm sorry if you were expecting fandom stuff from this journal! D: Here's some fandom stuff:
David Tennant's FACE and chest and legs in all the Fright Night stuff is something that pleases me on several levels.
I have to leave for the airport in an hour for Comic-Con -- did I talk about going to Comic-Con? I am going! For work, actually! Work is sending me to Comic-Con because we're doing a Thing there. That someone is paying for me to go there and then paying me to work while I am there is one of those things where I'm like, how is this even happening, this is terrific. I feel that way a lot, but sometimes it's easy to forget?
But speaking of ridiculous(/awesome?) things for jobs, I had to make this post because of something ridiculous at Al's work! They had their second annual Rock Band (like, the video game) competition on Monday. Al's band won last year, when it was just held in the work building. This year they held it in a showroom at one of the casinos and they opened it up to their sister companies, too.
Al's band has been "practicing," which means they go to someone's house and play Rock Band, but they did specific song selections based on the practices and shit. It was RIDICULOUS. (They did Animotion's 'Obsession' for the first round and The Vapors' 'Turning Japanese' for the finals). It's just as well they did extra work this year (last year's Billy Idol hair and outfit was for this competition) because it was so. much. bigger.
One of the things this meant was that Al sent me a text during "sound check and photo shoots" that was like, "Your douche ex is in a band" and then he turned out to be the lead singer of his band (Al's lead singer of his), and then it was Al's band against Jack's band in the finals (and one other band, but they quickly took third and the ceremony was Al standing there in the middle of his band, tall and skinny and blond and Jack in the middle of his, tall and skinny and dark-haired, waiting for the first place announcement and I was like -- this is weird. Four years later, a baby in my stomach, and I'm engaged, and it's like This Is Your Life, but if that show was about ridiculous shit and not memories. People that are aging better (oh my god, we're all getting so old) of those two people: Al. Far and away, Al.
Al was also wearing neon, leopard-print women's pants. We were looking for an outfit this past weekend in Buffalo Exchange, and I found those, and kind of held them up jokingly, but Al was like, "Would they actually fit?" and I checked the size and told him I thought they would, and he was like, "OK!" and then we found a cut-off button down and he took them both into the dressing room, decided they were perfect, and bought them. Weirdest use of $20 so far this year.
SPOILER: AL'S BAND WON.
Girls kept checking Al out, one group of them asked him to do a little spin, which, what. And he, like, was on stage, in front of a bunch of people, and then he ripped his shirt off and THREW IT INTO THE CROWD on the final song and I was like, HOW IS THIS HAPPENING. I think only a handful of you have met Al, but if you have, please try and envision that, because it was every bit as ridiculous as it sounds.
WHICH IS WHY THERE ARE SO MANY FUCKING PICTURES!
(My favorite part of this first picture is that hanging from where Al's keys are clipped to his belt loops in back is his TARDIS keychain. In the big version, it looks random and amazing.)
There aren't too many pictures of the both of us (or just me) from that night because I am super fucking pregnant and feel huge, but here's one my mom took!
In a weird, subdued juxtaposition, yesterday was Al's birthday. I got him really nice new running shoes that hopefully he'll be able to break in before the Disney half-marathon in September and a cake from Carvel and we went over to my parents' and everyone came over and we had pizza and, I don't know. It was pretty low-key. There are only three pictures from that whole thing, I think. And they're all of Al and no one else.
This post was, like, almost entirely Al. GOOD NEWS: the Comic-Con wrap up post probably won't have Al in it at all because he's not going (and is instead putting together a crib and baby furniture. JUSTICE!) and I should maybe talk about Harry Potter at some point? I don't know.
I'm sorry if you were expecting fandom stuff from this journal! D: Here's some fandom stuff:
David Tennant's FACE and chest and legs in all the Fright Night stuff is something that pleases me on several levels.