So. I'm back from Jersey, still too tired and exhausted all these days later, working and working while my sister honeymoons in Punta Cana. But, yes, the baby sister got all hitched, and there wasn't a shotgun in sight (there was, however: a Livin' on a Prayer sing-along, a slow dance to Jersey Girl, and over $6,000 in booze served from the open ( Read more... )

From tangleofthorns: five songs that start with the letter N. You know the drill, comment if you want a letter, dance a little just because, rain rain go away.

Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out- Nina Simone
Takin' my friends out for a mighty good time / Buyin' boot leg liquor, champagne and wine

Never Let Go - Tom Waits
Well, Peter denied and Judas ( Read more... )

So. Blah, blah, blah, my sister's shower was a success, and the bridal shower's joint gift won at presents. (We got her a Wii. She and her fiance will love us best for a very long time to come.) I spent way too much time traveling between Boston and Jersey, fucked up my back a little, threw up on my mother's neighbor's yard. Went out to dinner, met ( Read more... )

So: I went to Jersey, I ate pumpkin pie, I tried on bridesmaid dresses*, I conquered. (I also watched the Notre Dame v. Stanford Battle of Who Sucked Slightly Less at Football, The Good Shepherd, a televised meeting of the We <3 Matt Ryan Fanclub (no, really, they compared him to Doug Flutie and Tom Brady and Peyton Manning and Brett Favre and even ( Read more... )

There's an "Old Fashioned Revival" tent on the Common. There's a Winnie the Pooh and an Elmo and children laughing and having their photographs taken (I didn't tear up, it was only hay fever) (There's a picture in my mother's house, of: my sisters, me, a guy in the worst Big Bird costume ever (felt, droopy beak, etc.). No one ever looks at it ( Read more... )