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I love my little collab.
High: I've been dying to get back to my journal all week, and now I have the time to do it!
Low: I'm quite positive this weekend is going to go by too fast.
Writing for the plethora of collabs I owe entries to.
Last night, with our guests, singing along to Adam Sandler's song about "Linda" on "The Wedding Singer" soundtrack.
And it all was bullshit!
It was a goddamn joke!
And when I think of you, Linda,
I hope you fuckin' choke...
I did a survey.
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April 20, 2002
"Haf you the wing?"
Jes. We haf the wings.
Plus, I have the dresses for myself and Marie, but the picture I took came out fuzzy and I don't feel like going all the way back upstairs to unwrap the things and take another picture. You'll probably get sick of the dress anyway when I put up my wedding pictures.
So. To save your sensibilities (and my hits counter), I'll spare you any more wedding blather.
If you guys have been hanging out here the past week or so (or, if you're on my Notify List), you will have noticed the addition of Uno~Momento, my very own little web blog. I was actually a Journal Snob for a long time and could never foresee myself keeping a blog of my own. Well. Didn't that come right back around and bite me in my cute tushy.
I'm finding it terribly handy when I don't have a ton to say but like the sound of my own typing enough to want to get something out there. A blog is, of course, the perfect solution to that. Also, I have less and less time available to me to compose entire entries (plus the disadvantage of a firewall at work preventing me from uploading entries during lunch), which this little solution solves. And finally, e-mail love just isn't enough for me anymore. I need comments love, too. It's all about the love, baby.
And speaking of love, I only have a very limited experience in the Blog world, so if any of you have any particular favorites along that line, drop me a note, would you?
On a slightly less exciting note, I've also added a Guest Book to my index page, graciously supplied to me by my web host, DreamHost (who has been an AWESOME host, by the way). I'm always terribly curious to know how people find my website, so I added that as a field and will probably check it as obsessively as I check the blog, my stats, and my e-mail...
~Snerkology~. It's more than a hobby, it's a way of life.
Finally, about Friday night. We had a happy hour occasion at our house, to which a plethora of my co-workers and Calvin's co-workers were invited. See, we've been talking so much over the past year and half about how much we love our newly remodeled home (and were moaning and groaning so much about it for the year before *that*), that everyone pretty much decided we *owed* them a happy hour.
As I'd mentioned in Uno~Momento, we cleaned like gangbusters on Thursday night. Calvin even broke out the ladder and cleaned the ceiling fans and light fixtures. I'd shopped on Thursday afternoon and bought little in the way of healthy things, and much in the way of caloric-inflated goodness. The back yard was de-pooped, the surfaces were de-cluttered, and we were ready to go by 8:00 Thursday night. We purchased a couple of celebratory Quarter Pounders with Cheese, and pretty much collapsed into bed by 9:00.
Friday, of course, saw me in back-to-back meetings all. day. long. I scammed out of my last meeting early to order and pick up some hot wings from Teakwoods, and made it home by 4:15. And there I found one intrepid co-worker *waiting* for me when I got home. Ahem. The e-mailed invitations said "4:30 till whenever", not "4:15 till whenever".
That was the "ready, set, GO!" point. I got busy putting out munchies (wings, veggies and dip, chips, salsa, eeny ham sandwiches, taquitos, nuts, cheese and crackers, pepperoni) and playing bartender with the talking bottle opener ("Ooh, yeah! Time for a beer!"). More people started filing in, and suddenly the phone was ringing off the hook with guests asking if they could bring along friends of theirs. The dart board was busy the whole night, and the pool table sporadically. Everyone congregated at and around the bar stools in the kitchen, which seems to be the place that any guests we have over end up. I practiced my mad DJ skills and kept us going with "old school" stuff.
Calvin and I were kept very busy chatting and socializing, but every few minutes our eyes would meet from across the room and we'd smile at each other. It was great to have a successful party, with everyone clearly enjoying themselves - fooling around, laughing, dancing, getting rather competitive with the darts and pool. Many congratulations were tendered for our upcoming wedding, and one friend brought a couple of very sweet martini glasses (with the fixin's for Appletini's, of which I partook of three).
People filed in and out for several hours, as one round of guests departed and another arrived. The last guests left at about 10:30, and Mark and AB (who had arrived at about 8:00) left at midnight. They've passed over the threshold of "guest" and have entered the "me casa is su casa" zone (murdered the spelling on that, I bet).
So. The event was deemed a success, and we may try to do this type of thing on a semi-regular basis. It gives us a reason to clean the house from top to bottom, anyway.