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GREETINGS, MINIONS.
The last time I posted it was..... April.
Hot shit.
Well, May happened. As it always does, it ate me friggin whole. It's a month so JAM PACKED with stuff that I can barely keep up myself, let alone keep y'all in the loop. I apologize, I'm horrible, I know. Guh.
Anyway, May started with a bang (as it always does) with my birthday. Wes actually had an exam on the night of my birthday (....which reminds me, screw you for that one, Brandeis), so my buddy Munday took me out (and by that I mean I paid for dinner since he was adorably unemployed) for tequila and quesedillas (OM NOM), and force-fed me my first Manhattan. :D The week of my birthday, I went to not one but TWO Red Sox games, when we swept four games against the Angels. It was pretty sweet.
Then my darling lheena finally escaped from Ohio and we celebrated that in due fashion (with her first Red Sox game, woooo!). May trotted along and not two weeks later, Alumni Weekend hit. It was huge, epic, and ridiculous; we got amazing weather, some entertaining moments, and the usual messes. So awesome. Saturday night found me up until 4am with my coworkers drinking Jack Daniels and laughing my ASS off. It was absolutely friggin' fabulous, without a doubt. Great weekend.
AND THEN, less than a week later, I was in Maine for Memorial Day weekend, as I do every year with my church. And we got lucky AGAIN with the weather; it was sunny and amazing, and I had some of the best company ever. Oddly enough, Sunday had me up until 3am with a bunch of teenagers (ohdeargod, what happens in Quillen STAYS in Quillen, grk); we were "chaperoning" them, actually. Good times. Then I got hit with a massive sinus cold thing that slammed me on the car ride home from Maine, which has been nagging me ever since. Work went explodey as well since tonight is a major event (we're giving Oliver Platt an award).
And so it's June. Time has flown (much like a banana, of course), and now we're only three months away from the wedding.
BUZUH?! WHA? EXSQUEEZE ME?!
Yeah, I know. Ridiculous. All the stuff that I decided I couldn't deal with in May is rearing its collective head, starting with a TON of meetings. We have three wedding meetings on the calendar for June, and two more are going to be added. Plus I have a giant checklist of to-do items that I keep plowing through. (rehearsal dinner location? check. super adorable and sexy peep toes for ceremony? check.)
And because I do event planning for half my job, I just keep rolling. We're doing things In Advance whenever possible because my mom and I are both anal retentive, and things are churning along. I keep collecting every extra penny we can find and shoving it into a savings account, then an ING Savings (hi, $6 interest I earned this month!), and we're still on pace to save what we need to (though the venue just gave us a quote that was $2k higher than we'd like, ahem). I'm not really worried. Right now I'm excited, I'm driven, and I'm ready for it to be September.
...except we have a new landlord, and I'm not really sure if that means we're moving or not. Which is a whole different state of ridiculousness that I can't even fathom. Nrrrk.
Oh, and I keep forgetting that I intend to apply to grad school this fall, which means I need to take the GREs. Crap.
SO, PUMPKINS, WHAT'S NEW WITH YOU??
The last time I posted it was..... April.
Hot shit.
Well, May happened. As it always does, it ate me friggin whole. It's a month so JAM PACKED with stuff that I can barely keep up myself, let alone keep y'all in the loop. I apologize, I'm horrible, I know. Guh.
Anyway, May started with a bang (as it always does) with my birthday. Wes actually had an exam on the night of my birthday (....which reminds me, screw you for that one, Brandeis), so my buddy Munday took me out (and by that I mean I paid for dinner since he was adorably unemployed) for tequila and quesedillas (OM NOM), and force-fed me my first Manhattan. :D The week of my birthday, I went to not one but TWO Red Sox games, when we swept four games against the Angels. It was pretty sweet.
Then my darling lheena finally escaped from Ohio and we celebrated that in due fashion (with her first Red Sox game, woooo!). May trotted along and not two weeks later, Alumni Weekend hit. It was huge, epic, and ridiculous; we got amazing weather, some entertaining moments, and the usual messes. So awesome. Saturday night found me up until 4am with my coworkers drinking Jack Daniels and laughing my ASS off. It was absolutely friggin' fabulous, without a doubt. Great weekend.
AND THEN, less than a week later, I was in Maine for Memorial Day weekend, as I do every year with my church. And we got lucky AGAIN with the weather; it was sunny and amazing, and I had some of the best company ever. Oddly enough, Sunday had me up until 3am with a bunch of teenagers (ohdeargod, what happens in Quillen STAYS in Quillen, grk); we were "chaperoning" them, actually. Good times. Then I got hit with a massive sinus cold thing that slammed me on the car ride home from Maine, which has been nagging me ever since. Work went explodey as well since tonight is a major event (we're giving Oliver Platt an award).
And so it's June. Time has flown (much like a banana, of course), and now we're only three months away from the wedding.
BUZUH?! WHA? EXSQUEEZE ME?!
Yeah, I know. Ridiculous. All the stuff that I decided I couldn't deal with in May is rearing its collective head, starting with a TON of meetings. We have three wedding meetings on the calendar for June, and two more are going to be added. Plus I have a giant checklist of to-do items that I keep plowing through. (rehearsal dinner location? check. super adorable and sexy peep toes for ceremony? check.)
And because I do event planning for half my job, I just keep rolling. We're doing things In Advance whenever possible because my mom and I are both anal retentive, and things are churning along. I keep collecting every extra penny we can find and shoving it into a savings account, then an ING Savings (hi, $6 interest I earned this month!), and we're still on pace to save what we need to (though the venue just gave us a quote that was $2k higher than we'd like, ahem). I'm not really worried. Right now I'm excited, I'm driven, and I'm ready for it to be September.
...except we have a new landlord, and I'm not really sure if that means we're moving or not. Which is a whole different state of ridiculousness that I can't even fathom. Nrrrk.
Oh, and I keep forgetting that I intend to apply to grad school this fall, which means I need to take the GREs. Crap.
SO, PUMPKINS, WHAT'S NEW WITH YOU??