Major relationship with a bottle of wine.
I think I love the OBX?
Went to Duck, NC for Carly's sister's wedding. There is no other place in the world that you can go for forty-freaking-eight hours of hectic Irish matrimony and still feel like you've been on vacation for two weeks. We stayed in ninermillion beach mansions and drank ninermillion Yuenglings ... suffice it to say, it was the Best Weekend Aught Six. Also noteworthy is the fact that Carly made out with the Irish Anthony Michael Hall c. 1984 (because, in her own words, she loves his weird teen idol qualities and the way that she can't understand a damn thing he says). Oh, that, and I stole The Best Pillow In The History Of Fluffiness. Seriously, I don't know what's up this pillow, it's made of like moonshine and kitten tails. And, yes, I know the beach mansion owners will charge The Szk for one (1) pillow, but I can't really profess to caring, as I've never slept so soundly in all my effin' life and The Szk totally szkloves me.
Remember that Ron-Livingston(-meets-Rivers-Cuomo-apparently?!) character that I blogged about last week? For sake of ease, his name is William, and sadly for me, Streetwafers (the very, very fake title of the otherwise very, very real Sundance film that he AD-ed on) wrapped on Friday. That makes me Streetsad because he is no longer location-stationed and he went back to Carkansas. But on the plus side, he'll be back in town Thursday through Sunday and we have big plans to go to the history museum, which is essentially the only thing I've wanted to do since I moved here. I sure wish I could stop meeting guys three months before I move across the country.
Another highlight of this weekend will be the RFT Music Awards! w00t!
I slept all day today and now it's 11 p.m. and I can't get to snoozin'. But Tuesdays are crazedays so I'mma abuse some Benadryl and knock m'self out. G'nite.
Went to Duck, NC for Carly's sister's wedding. There is no other place in the world that you can go for forty-freaking-eight hours of hectic Irish matrimony and still feel like you've been on vacation for two weeks. We stayed in ninermillion beach mansions and drank ninermillion Yuenglings ... suffice it to say, it was the Best Weekend Aught Six. Also noteworthy is the fact that Carly made out with the Irish Anthony Michael Hall c. 1984 (because, in her own words, she loves his weird teen idol qualities and the way that she can't understand a damn thing he says). Oh, that, and I stole The Best Pillow In The History Of Fluffiness. Seriously, I don't know what's up this pillow, it's made of like moonshine and kitten tails. And, yes, I know the beach mansion owners will charge The Szk for one (1) pillow, but I can't really profess to caring, as I've never slept so soundly in all my effin' life and The Szk totally szkloves me.
Remember that Ron-Livingston(-meets-Rivers-Cuomo-apparently?!) character that I blogged about last week? For sake of ease, his name is William, and sadly for me, Streetwafers (the very, very fake title of the otherwise very, very real Sundance film that he AD-ed on) wrapped on Friday. That makes me Streetsad because he is no longer location-stationed and he went back to Carkansas. But on the plus side, he'll be back in town Thursday through Sunday and we have big plans to go to the history museum, which is essentially the only thing I've wanted to do since I moved here. I sure wish I could stop meeting guys three months before I move across the country.
Another highlight of this weekend will be the RFT Music Awards! w00t!
I slept all day today and now it's 11 p.m. and I can't get to snoozin'. But Tuesdays are crazedays so I'mma abuse some Benadryl and knock m'self out. G'nite.