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I had a packed weekend.
Friday
Friday morning I woke up early in search of a dress so I could attend and help out at the Halloween party being thrown by Adventure Society, the place at which I intern. Since I didn't have a costume my boss suggested that I come dressed up, "like in a sexy cocktail dress or something like that." My boss is a woman, so you can all relax. No sexual harassment there. Yes, she digs guys. Anyway, I went in search of this dress because I owned nothing of the sort and also needed something to wear to a wedding I was going to attend the following day.
Only fifteen minutes before I had to be at work, I found a cute dress at J.Crew. It looked just like this, only the exterior wasn't velvet, but silky. And the bow around the waste was pink.
I hurriedly returned to my dorm room with my newly purchased dress and left it there so I could get ready after work and go to the Halloween party.
Work was dull and I made an effort to leave early, at 5:45pm, so I could get to the party venue at 6:15pm. Unfortunately, I didn't arrive at the place where the party was being held until 9:15pm. :( As most people know, I am always tardy when needing to be places at a certain time.
I arrived at the Cellar Bar, which is located in the Bryant Park Hotel, 3 hours late. :( There wasn't anything for me to do, so I stood with the other volunteers at the entrance and watched them stamp people's hands. Some of the costumes I saw were: a cowgirl, Mother Nature, a 1950s poodle-skirted sock hopper, Robin Hood, a surgeon just out of surgery (his scrubs were bloody), a woman dressed like a 1920s socialite that was wearing a sash that proclaimed "Rich Bitch for Kerry," a gangster, a sexy police woman, a fairy, and an angel. One partier who was dressed as the Karate Kid shamelessly flirted with me. He's a dentist, and looked about 45 years old. He was balding (in clown-hair-pattern) and had a dark brown mustache. He kept standing in my personal space and made silly conversation. He asked why I wasn't in costume and I had to explain that I was having trouble coming up with a good costume idea. He suggested I dress up as "Captain Hooker." "What's that?" I asked confused. "Well you wear a police cap, then you make a hook for your hand out of foil, and then wear a really short skirt. You have a sexy skirt like that, right?" What a ridiculous idea! It made no sense whatsoever. I replied, "My PARENTS would not approve of such a costume."
I left the Halloween party early because there was nothing for me to do and I wanted to get away from the Karate Kid. One of the last things he said to me was, "Is there a restaurant around here?" "There is no restaurant in this hotel," I informed him, "You're probably thinking of the Bryant Park Grill which is across the street." "So there's no place to get food in this hotel?" he asked. "No," I replied. And when he wasn't looking, I quickly exited the bar. I didn't want to be anywhere near him if he should suddenly reveal that he was hungry and desired a companion for his meal.
That same night my roommate, Sharlene, was hosting her friend Kristen in our room. Kristen goes to BC and is really funny. I pretended to be asleep while the two of them commented on all the moaning coming from our suitemate's room. One of the suitemates had her man over and was indicating quite loudly, with some moans, that she was satisfied with the coital activity in which they were presently engaging. At one point Sharlene and Kristen called Kristen's grandmother and held the cell phone up to our suitemate's door so grandma could hear how loud the noise was. It turns out Grandma is just as funny as her granddaughter because Grandma said things like, "Ooh, that boy be gettin' some from behind." And when Sharlene informed Kristen's grandma that the suitemate's man comes over quite frequently, Grandma produced this gem: "That girl must have a gaping hole!"
Saturday
Saturday morning I took the train home to Connecticut. Dad met me at the train station. He dropped me off at a hair salon so I could get an up-do for the wedding later that day. The hairdresser did an OK job but I wasn't really feeling my look that day. It's probably because my face wasn't blemish free. Damn stress levels. After my salon visit I went home, greeted my cat whom I have not seen in a month (!) and commenced getting dressed for the wedding.
The ceremony was simple and nicely put together. It was small, but there were five bridesmaids and five groomsmen. The bridesmaid dresses were pretty.
At the reception there was a ton of food. The pasta and salad were divine. I ate every last bit of it. I barely touched my rib eye steak because I helped my dad eat half of his. I loved the champagne because it tasted like grape juice. The wedding cake was only OK. It was lemon-flavored and made the vanilla ice cream scoop that accompanied it taste lemony as well. I felt so full after only the appetizer that I had to suck in my tummy the whole night so it wouldn't protrude as much through my dress.
I danced a lot, but my moves were very limited because I feared my areolae would be exposed if I were to lift my arms above my head. Damn strapless dresses. Believe me, I tried to wear the dress with a strapless bra, but the bra (which is padded) made my bosom too big and made my dress too tight up top.
After getting home from the reception I received a call from my significant other. He wanted me to meet him at his friend's Halloween party. Again I was faced with the predicament of not having a costume. So, I went without a costume and felt very left out because just about everyone there had one. My man was dressed as Fred Flintstone. He's Fred Flintstone every year. Some of the costumes I saw were: Johnny Damon, two flashers, a vampire, a wizard, a bum, Jessica Rabbit, an insect, a fairy, Superman, and a priest.
Sunday
This morning I overslept and missed an event I had my heart set on attending. This afternoon there was a Pet Parade in town where all the pets participating in the parade would be in Halloween costumes! I am so upset I missed it.
This weekend my daddy surprised me with a computer. After we brought it up to my dorm room tonight he said, "Happy Birthday, sweetheart" (my b-day was in July, people!) At least he got me a gift. I was pretty sore about not receiving anything from him in July - not even socks. Oh, and he never got me a card. And did I mention that he was in Texas on my birthday?? Hmpf. Well he's done an excellent job of making it up to me. Not only did he get me a desktop, but he got me a printer too - a printer that also copies and scans! Hurrah, I have a computer for the first time this semester! Now I can tell you all, with frequency, about my messy suitemates and how their sneakers smell funky and that they always forget their used underwear in the bathroom. Too bad the digital camera belongs to Dad, otherwise I'd be taking mad pictures of the pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink left by my suitemates. Luckily my roommate is OCD like me and is very tidy.
My dorm happens to be located in close proximity to sixth avenue where the annual Halloween Parade is held. There were people everywhere dressed in costume tonight. In and around Union Square I saw: Jesus Christ, several angels, two boy scouts, a few cowboys, many people in wigs, an Egyptian pharaoh, a SWAT team guy, many vampires, Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, and three girls in Louis XVI-style ball gowns and wigs. My favorites had to be the two skunks I saw. They had wonderful outfits, like the kind mascots wear at sporting events. Oh, and I absolutely loved the guy who was dressed as Aunt Jemima. He had the whole outfit down perfectly.
Goodnight livejournalers. Goodnight toilet-clogging suitemates. Goodnight Travis (my lion). Goodnight brand new printer. Goodnight garbage bin that is overflowing and needs to be changed but I won't do it because it's my suitemate's turn to clean the kitchen. Goodnight special foam pillow that Mom bought me that supposedly re-aligns my spine but gives me sore shoulders in the morning. Goodnight, Moon.
Friday
Friday morning I woke up early in search of a dress so I could attend and help out at the Halloween party being thrown by Adventure Society, the place at which I intern. Since I didn't have a costume my boss suggested that I come dressed up, "like in a sexy cocktail dress or something like that." My boss is a woman, so you can all relax. No sexual harassment there. Yes, she digs guys. Anyway, I went in search of this dress because I owned nothing of the sort and also needed something to wear to a wedding I was going to attend the following day.
Only fifteen minutes before I had to be at work, I found a cute dress at J.Crew. It looked just like this, only the exterior wasn't velvet, but silky. And the bow around the waste was pink.
I hurriedly returned to my dorm room with my newly purchased dress and left it there so I could get ready after work and go to the Halloween party.
Work was dull and I made an effort to leave early, at 5:45pm, so I could get to the party venue at 6:15pm. Unfortunately, I didn't arrive at the place where the party was being held until 9:15pm. :( As most people know, I am always tardy when needing to be places at a certain time.
I arrived at the Cellar Bar, which is located in the Bryant Park Hotel, 3 hours late. :( There wasn't anything for me to do, so I stood with the other volunteers at the entrance and watched them stamp people's hands. Some of the costumes I saw were: a cowgirl, Mother Nature, a 1950s poodle-skirted sock hopper, Robin Hood, a surgeon just out of surgery (his scrubs were bloody), a woman dressed like a 1920s socialite that was wearing a sash that proclaimed "Rich Bitch for Kerry," a gangster, a sexy police woman, a fairy, and an angel. One partier who was dressed as the Karate Kid shamelessly flirted with me. He's a dentist, and looked about 45 years old. He was balding (in clown-hair-pattern) and had a dark brown mustache. He kept standing in my personal space and made silly conversation. He asked why I wasn't in costume and I had to explain that I was having trouble coming up with a good costume idea. He suggested I dress up as "Captain Hooker." "What's that?" I asked confused. "Well you wear a police cap, then you make a hook for your hand out of foil, and then wear a really short skirt. You have a sexy skirt like that, right?" What a ridiculous idea! It made no sense whatsoever. I replied, "My PARENTS would not approve of such a costume."
I left the Halloween party early because there was nothing for me to do and I wanted to get away from the Karate Kid. One of the last things he said to me was, "Is there a restaurant around here?" "There is no restaurant in this hotel," I informed him, "You're probably thinking of the Bryant Park Grill which is across the street." "So there's no place to get food in this hotel?" he asked. "No," I replied. And when he wasn't looking, I quickly exited the bar. I didn't want to be anywhere near him if he should suddenly reveal that he was hungry and desired a companion for his meal.
That same night my roommate, Sharlene, was hosting her friend Kristen in our room. Kristen goes to BC and is really funny. I pretended to be asleep while the two of them commented on all the moaning coming from our suitemate's room. One of the suitemates had her man over and was indicating quite loudly, with some moans, that she was satisfied with the coital activity in which they were presently engaging. At one point Sharlene and Kristen called Kristen's grandmother and held the cell phone up to our suitemate's door so grandma could hear how loud the noise was. It turns out Grandma is just as funny as her granddaughter because Grandma said things like, "Ooh, that boy be gettin' some from behind." And when Sharlene informed Kristen's grandma that the suitemate's man comes over quite frequently, Grandma produced this gem: "That girl must have a gaping hole!"
Saturday
Saturday morning I took the train home to Connecticut. Dad met me at the train station. He dropped me off at a hair salon so I could get an up-do for the wedding later that day. The hairdresser did an OK job but I wasn't really feeling my look that day. It's probably because my face wasn't blemish free. Damn stress levels. After my salon visit I went home, greeted my cat whom I have not seen in a month (!) and commenced getting dressed for the wedding.
The ceremony was simple and nicely put together. It was small, but there were five bridesmaids and five groomsmen. The bridesmaid dresses were pretty.
At the reception there was a ton of food. The pasta and salad were divine. I ate every last bit of it. I barely touched my rib eye steak because I helped my dad eat half of his. I loved the champagne because it tasted like grape juice. The wedding cake was only OK. It was lemon-flavored and made the vanilla ice cream scoop that accompanied it taste lemony as well. I felt so full after only the appetizer that I had to suck in my tummy the whole night so it wouldn't protrude as much through my dress.
I danced a lot, but my moves were very limited because I feared my areolae would be exposed if I were to lift my arms above my head. Damn strapless dresses. Believe me, I tried to wear the dress with a strapless bra, but the bra (which is padded) made my bosom too big and made my dress too tight up top.
After getting home from the reception I received a call from my significant other. He wanted me to meet him at his friend's Halloween party. Again I was faced with the predicament of not having a costume. So, I went without a costume and felt very left out because just about everyone there had one. My man was dressed as Fred Flintstone. He's Fred Flintstone every year. Some of the costumes I saw were: Johnny Damon, two flashers, a vampire, a wizard, a bum, Jessica Rabbit, an insect, a fairy, Superman, and a priest.
Sunday
This morning I overslept and missed an event I had my heart set on attending. This afternoon there was a Pet Parade in town where all the pets participating in the parade would be in Halloween costumes! I am so upset I missed it.
This weekend my daddy surprised me with a computer. After we brought it up to my dorm room tonight he said, "Happy Birthday, sweetheart" (my b-day was in July, people!) At least he got me a gift. I was pretty sore about not receiving anything from him in July - not even socks. Oh, and he never got me a card. And did I mention that he was in Texas on my birthday?? Hmpf. Well he's done an excellent job of making it up to me. Not only did he get me a desktop, but he got me a printer too - a printer that also copies and scans! Hurrah, I have a computer for the first time this semester! Now I can tell you all, with frequency, about my messy suitemates and how their sneakers smell funky and that they always forget their used underwear in the bathroom. Too bad the digital camera belongs to Dad, otherwise I'd be taking mad pictures of the pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink left by my suitemates. Luckily my roommate is OCD like me and is very tidy.
My dorm happens to be located in close proximity to sixth avenue where the annual Halloween Parade is held. There were people everywhere dressed in costume tonight. In and around Union Square I saw: Jesus Christ, several angels, two boy scouts, a few cowboys, many people in wigs, an Egyptian pharaoh, a SWAT team guy, many vampires, Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, and three girls in Louis XVI-style ball gowns and wigs. My favorites had to be the two skunks I saw. They had wonderful outfits, like the kind mascots wear at sporting events. Oh, and I absolutely loved the guy who was dressed as Aunt Jemima. He had the whole outfit down perfectly.
Goodnight livejournalers. Goodnight toilet-clogging suitemates. Goodnight Travis (my lion). Goodnight brand new printer. Goodnight garbage bin that is overflowing and needs to be changed but I won't do it because it's my suitemate's turn to clean the kitchen. Goodnight special foam pillow that Mom bought me that supposedly re-aligns my spine but gives me sore shoulders in the morning. Goodnight, Moon.