Monday, December 21, 2009

Spice World: 3 Weddings and a Baby

2010 is sure to be The Year of the Spice. In our little circle of friends, we've got a lot to look forward to in the coming year! 3 weddings and a baby. None of which directly involve me, but I'm excited to share these special moments with the women who hold my heart.

I am lucky enough to be a Maid of Honor and Bridesmaid to three of these ladies, all in a 4 month timespan! (Little married up a year and a half ago before everyone else to be sure the spotlight was on her! I was blessed to be her Maid of Honor and I'm happy to say all went off without a hitch!) ;)

Best Friend is getting married in April in Boca Raton. She has chosen an eggplant colored dress for us which I absolutely love! It's a dress sure to be worn again.


LDub will be hitched in June in Orlando. The color dress that she chose for us is hot pink; my favorite color! I can't wait to be pretty in pink to see her on her big day! (This is the dress but it will be in pink and a different fabric)


And finally to top them off, Roomie will be tying the knot in July in New York City! It will be a fabulous wedding in the City and our dresses are a gorgeous cobalt blue.


I can't wait to see these blushing brides on their big days and share in their special moments!

But before these special moments, we'll be having a little baby entering our Spice World! Little is preggers and is due in February. I can't wait to meet her bundle of joy and spoil it for all of my days! [I only say 'it' because she's keeping tight-lipped on the sex!]

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Ready, Set, Don't go

Once upon a time two girls joined a sorority to have their lives forever changed. They didn't interact much until one day the enchanted kingdom gave them a castle to live in (well 28 girls moved in a dorm style sorority house, same diff). The two girls lived two doors down from each other and became instantly inseperable.

Over the past four years, ICE and I have become amazing friends; growing up together even more after college. We relate on a level that perfectly compliments our bitter, bitchy sides with a mix of girliness and love. Our favorite past time is drinking Natty Light and smoking cigarettes while talking shit about those deserving of shit being talked about them.

For the past couple of years, ICE has talked about getting out of this city that she's called home for 24 years. Everytime she mentioned it I selfishly wished that her own wish wouldn't come true and she'd be by my side forever and ever. The closer the time came to her boyfriend graduating from college meant the closer the time came from her moving away with him or her going to grad school, wherever that might be.

Would it be so bad to hope that you didn't get into any grad schools and your boyfriend didn't graduate college and you stay at the same shit job so we can never part?

Well the time came on Sunday for us to say our goodbyes. They were packing up to move to Chicago on Monday. Stupid Chicago.

I tried to be the hard ass that we both pretend to be at times but when in the end there I was sobbing over the the beers, cigarettes, pool time, shit talking, back-to-reality checks, "come to Jesus" talks and friendship that I'll miss so much. Of course there is the phone, texts, emails and letters we'll send but it's tough not to be a five minute car ride away anymore.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
As you already know.
You'll get mixed up
With many strange birds as you go.
So be sure when you step,
Step with care and great tact
And remember that life's
A great balancing act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you'll move mountains!

So...
Be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
Or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
You're off to great places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting,
So...get on your way!


Miss you boo.

How my work Christmas party ended up with me throwing up in my bathtub: an anecdote

Last Thursday was my work holiday party. A week beforehand, I decided to take that Friday off as well so that I could be sure to finish my projects and homework that are wrapping up my first semester of teacher school (yay, me!).

Taking Friday off? Best. Decision. Ever.

The reason behind this is two-fold:
1. I was entirely too hungover to even function to come to work Friday.
2. I needed to work off a bit of shame from the night before.

Our party was at one of my boss' homes. A gorgeous house; very fancy. OOMA was my date (shocking, I know!) and I told him I wanted to get there in plenty of time to enjoy the open bar. The open bar was lasting all night. The party started at 7:00 p.m., but we got lost and the directions on both of our phones weren't working so we ended up there about 7:30; dinner was at 8:00.

When we arrived, I think OOMA was a bit nervous and I was just stressed out from life in general so we headed straight for the bar. I had 3 glasse of white wine in the 30 minutes before dinner. Not a smart move.

At dinner it all hit me at once, yet I told our waiter to be sure my glass was full at all times. Apparently I was 'hilarious' at dinner, according to OOMA. I pulled out my iPhone to play 'NSync's "Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays" because I was bored with the Josh Grobin Christmas CD playing in the background. I told my co-workers that I'm girlier than them and specifically apparently told one that she wasn't very girly at all. I'm sure there was MUCH, MUCH more that I'm missing out on.

After dinner and gift exchanges (who got what? I haven't a clue), we all gathered into another room where I had a conversation with one of my gay bosses (you know I love the gays so of course I work for TWO) where I think I remember mentioning something about my gay boyfriends, but I have no idea if I really did or not. I think I may have also shared that I'm going back to school. Neither of those topics would be amusing to him so I sure hope I didn't go there.

While there were just four of us left as guests and our hosts (other gay boss.. love) remaining, I apparently (and this is confirmed by a co-worker) told my boss that "all the gays are invited to my wedding." According to her story, he ran away. He must not have been too upset with me though because, according to another story, when I was walking out, we were hugging and almost fell into a fountain in front of his house. Now that would make for some nice employee bonding.

Somehow OOMA and I got home safely (thank you Jesus). I passed out on the couch while he had a party with himself in my kitchen. Somewhere in the night I moved to my bed and when I got up in the morning I walked into my living room to find what looked like we'd had all our friends over. I have no idea how one small apartment became so messy in the matter of a few hours.

So I layed in bed, stomach in pain- wondering what happend the night before, wondering if I'd have a job on Monday, wondering who I offended, wondering how we made it home safely. I decied a shower was necessary to try to feel a bit better. As I get ready to shower, I felt it coming... and there it was. In my bathtub. The evidence of the night before. Gross, I know. I cleaned it.

I was terrified to come into work Monday after the stories I'd heard from my behavior Thursday. I didn't do anything completely out of line, I was just loud, which everyone is used to. But I had no idea what my side conversations consisted of, and I had possibly offended one of my bosses in regards to his personal life.

Luckily, I still have a job. And luckily, I have learned to stay SOBER at all future work functions.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Hole in none

I'm taking out my anger for Tiger Woods on those around me today, not intentionally but it happens. Really Tiger, really? You couldn't keep it in your pants long enough until you go home to your beautiful wife and two children?

I know we don't know celebrities and what their real character is, but he seemed like a legit family man.

I don't know how much I believe that there are any of those left. I'll stick to planning my future with my gays.