what're the odds
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fearlesstempOf course! Of course the bridal shower planning committees for the two weddings I'm in this summer have scheduled their respective bridal showers for the SAME DAY. One at noon! One at one! Forty minutes away from each other! What am I going to do?? The club's rented and set for one shower, and the other seems to be more nebulous and so I've put in notice to them of my plight (not requiring them to change the shower, of course, but just informing them that I won't be able to be at the entire shower. Though really, as I said to Jo on the phone tonight, if an event is even partially Jess-less, is it really worth having? Am secretly hoping they will either shift it later in the day or [hope hope hope] move it to another day).
I mean, I would like to enjoy the showers! If such a thing can happen. Showers are usually painfully boring, but I was looking forward to these since I was in the bridal party and actually know the bride well. More fun potential than the usual step-cousin-in-law-who-you-only-see-at-Christmas's shower, you know?
Right now I think I'll have to make a mad dash halfway through the first shower to make it to the tail end of the second. Positive Aspect: Only have to buy/throw together one shower outfit! Yay!
Also! Since Kristen the Republican Bride is having THREE HUNDRED PEOPLE at her wedding, I've been having night sweats wondering what I was going to have to pony up for the shower but it sounds like it's going to be low key and that Kristen's godmother is going to be doing the bulk of the planning and putting-together. And also, you know, the paying. Thank GOD. I can't entertain ten people, let alone a hundred! Word on the street is that there will be pot luck action and I will have to prepare a dish. I am not what you would call a cook, unless you define "cook" as "one who can turn on the oven and make a three-course meal consisting of salad in a bag, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and slice-n-bake chocolate chip cookies". So my contribution to the shower will be interesting, especially since I will be bringing the dish to the second shower of the day, which will either mean (a) making something that will not go bad in the car while I am attending Shower Number One, or (b) storing the dish in the kitchen of Shower Number One. Do you think I could just bring multiple bags of potato chips? Ooh, like those snack-pack dealios? Varied individual bags? That could get expensive, though. Must ponder.
In other news: Did not go into work today due to Lingering Head/Chestcold of Doom. Have had it since last Monday, which accounts for my bad-moodiness for the past week, mostly because I also came down with a Puritan Work Ethic last week and didn't call in once even though I felt like death warmed over every day. I mean, I was really sick! I went to bed at 10PM! On multiple nights! Seriously! I haven't done that since I was in grade school. Once I hit sixth grade I got addicted to David Letterman and that's when the general 1AM Jess Bedtime came into effect. Today I still felt generally crappy and took a recovery day since the whole going-about-one's-business-as-usual-and-ignoring-it wasn't working.
Had to take a recovery day because the weekend was pretty active, a good portion of its three days having been spent in Lenox with the fam, since my parents have apparently missed the memo stating that my brother and I are 19 and 22 and not 9 and 12 and so they still plan a quick mini-vacay for every three-day-weekend and expect both of us to come along. Neither my brother or I really have the heart, motivation, or inclination to let them know otherwise, and so I suspect we'll be trodding off with Jim and Peg when we're 49 and 52 because we're Just That Pathetic.
Anyway! Weekend was good in general, with the requisite moments of agony and ecstasy to make any trip worth taking. The Agony: Friday night dinner, which began at 11:30 (!!) at night, at the end of a very long, annoying workday. And did I mention I was sick? We were seated directly under a speaker and roughly six feet away from the live music act, a folk trio which -- how can I put this gently? -- well, pretty much sucked. Oh, I feel so mean! They were really into it but also, well, really bad. One of them had a ncie voice and whenever the other two came in on harmony I felt like rushing the stage and tackling them. Also, we were so close to the stage that we couldn't even roll our eyes at each other and talk about how bad they were there because they were like five feet away! And could see us! Maybe they were just having an off night. Also, there was the added bonus of it being Valentine's Day and being surrounded by canoodling couples while being out with ONE'S PARENTS and not, you know, Justin Timberlake or Jim Rockford or, you know, even Creepy Maintenance Dude. I mean, I'm not particularly bitter over my (Not So) Swinging Single Existence, but there are moments where I get hints of the Bitter Old Lady I could become should JC never arrive on my doorstep to sweep me away.
The Ecstasy: This FABULOUS bookstore we found the next day, which wasn't all that big but had all these cool books and just excellent ambience, to use a word my grandfather loves. And really, I am the type of cool chick that hijacks her grandfather's vocabulary. And I bought books! Bonus: When I went back later in the day to pick up something for my mother and the bookstore owner guy asked to see what I'd bought earlier in the day, I pulled them out and he and his Snooty Bookstore Pals looked them over and were all "Oooh, good choices! You passed!" Usually I get reactions more in the vein of, "Are these for your thirteen year old sister?" so that was a thrill.
I also picked up a Jennifer Cruisie novel in the Stop 'n Shop on the way home and, naturally, dove into that one first. Devoured it today! She is like crack, man! Excellent stuff! Now I will move onto the thicker, more intimidating books. Really, I will. Really!
Actually, right now I think I'm going to dive into bed and watch my tape of Buffy since the Annoying Cough of Doom is back with a venegeance and that NyQuill I took a little while ago is just kicking in.
I mean, I would like to enjoy the showers! If such a thing can happen. Showers are usually painfully boring, but I was looking forward to these since I was in the bridal party and actually know the bride well. More fun potential than the usual step-cousin-in-law-who-you-only-see-at-Christmas's shower, you know?
Right now I think I'll have to make a mad dash halfway through the first shower to make it to the tail end of the second. Positive Aspect: Only have to buy/throw together one shower outfit! Yay!
Also! Since Kristen the Republican Bride is having THREE HUNDRED PEOPLE at her wedding, I've been having night sweats wondering what I was going to have to pony up for the shower but it sounds like it's going to be low key and that Kristen's godmother is going to be doing the bulk of the planning and putting-together. And also, you know, the paying. Thank GOD. I can't entertain ten people, let alone a hundred! Word on the street is that there will be pot luck action and I will have to prepare a dish. I am not what you would call a cook, unless you define "cook" as "one who can turn on the oven and make a three-course meal consisting of salad in a bag, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and slice-n-bake chocolate chip cookies". So my contribution to the shower will be interesting, especially since I will be bringing the dish to the second shower of the day, which will either mean (a) making something that will not go bad in the car while I am attending Shower Number One, or (b) storing the dish in the kitchen of Shower Number One. Do you think I could just bring multiple bags of potato chips? Ooh, like those snack-pack dealios? Varied individual bags? That could get expensive, though. Must ponder.
In other news: Did not go into work today due to Lingering Head/Chestcold of Doom. Have had it since last Monday, which accounts for my bad-moodiness for the past week, mostly because I also came down with a Puritan Work Ethic last week and didn't call in once even though I felt like death warmed over every day. I mean, I was really sick! I went to bed at 10PM! On multiple nights! Seriously! I haven't done that since I was in grade school. Once I hit sixth grade I got addicted to David Letterman and that's when the general 1AM Jess Bedtime came into effect. Today I still felt generally crappy and took a recovery day since the whole going-about-one's-business-as-usual-and-ignoring-it wasn't working.
Had to take a recovery day because the weekend was pretty active, a good portion of its three days having been spent in Lenox with the fam, since my parents have apparently missed the memo stating that my brother and I are 19 and 22 and not 9 and 12 and so they still plan a quick mini-vacay for every three-day-weekend and expect both of us to come along. Neither my brother or I really have the heart, motivation, or inclination to let them know otherwise, and so I suspect we'll be trodding off with Jim and Peg when we're 49 and 52 because we're Just That Pathetic.
Anyway! Weekend was good in general, with the requisite moments of agony and ecstasy to make any trip worth taking. The Agony: Friday night dinner, which began at 11:30 (!!) at night, at the end of a very long, annoying workday. And did I mention I was sick? We were seated directly under a speaker and roughly six feet away from the live music act, a folk trio which -- how can I put this gently? -- well, pretty much sucked. Oh, I feel so mean! They were really into it but also, well, really bad. One of them had a ncie voice and whenever the other two came in on harmony I felt like rushing the stage and tackling them. Also, we were so close to the stage that we couldn't even roll our eyes at each other and talk about how bad they were there because they were like five feet away! And could see us! Maybe they were just having an off night. Also, there was the added bonus of it being Valentine's Day and being surrounded by canoodling couples while being out with ONE'S PARENTS and not, you know, Justin Timberlake or Jim Rockford or, you know, even Creepy Maintenance Dude. I mean, I'm not particularly bitter over my (Not So) Swinging Single Existence, but there are moments where I get hints of the Bitter Old Lady I could become should JC never arrive on my doorstep to sweep me away.
The Ecstasy: This FABULOUS bookstore we found the next day, which wasn't all that big but had all these cool books and just excellent ambience, to use a word my grandfather loves. And really, I am the type of cool chick that hijacks her grandfather's vocabulary. And I bought books! Bonus: When I went back later in the day to pick up something for my mother and the bookstore owner guy asked to see what I'd bought earlier in the day, I pulled them out and he and his Snooty Bookstore Pals looked them over and were all "Oooh, good choices! You passed!" Usually I get reactions more in the vein of, "Are these for your thirteen year old sister?" so that was a thrill.
I also picked up a Jennifer Cruisie novel in the Stop 'n Shop on the way home and, naturally, dove into that one first. Devoured it today! She is like crack, man! Excellent stuff! Now I will move onto the thicker, more intimidating books. Really, I will. Really!
Actually, right now I think I'm going to dive into bed and watch my tape of Buffy since the Annoying Cough of Doom is back with a venegeance and that NyQuill I took a little while ago is just kicking in.
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Jennifer Crusie
Date: 2003-02-18 08:57 pm (UTC)Re: Jennifer Crusie
Date: 2003-02-20 09:03 pm (UTC)I have to thank you, actually, since it was your mention of her in your LJ a while back that made me pick up one of her books in the first place! You always have such cool, interesting things to say about books and most of the time when I'm in a bookstore I, naturally, can't remember any of them. But the last time I was in the bookstore, soemthing clicked and her name caught my eye because of something you'd said and so I picked one of her novels up. And I loved it! So thanks bunches. :)
Re: Jennifer Crusie
Date: 2003-03-03 11:53 am (UTC)