Priscilla Ahn - Dream
Jessica Andrews - Everything (Unplugged)
Radical Face - Welcome Home
Friday, November 21, 2008
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Due to high demand
I feel like a rock star. Well...a rock writer. Seriously, kids, who knew life in pittsburgh so flipping glamorous? I love that you've bothered me to update you though...it proves I'm not the only one with a strict four website rotation daily and in need of anything new, regardless of the crap it contains.
The latest and greatest didn't even happen in Pittsburgh, but in Minneapolis where Beth and I met up with Kelley last weekend. Simply put it was awesome. Well, ok, it did not start out awesome. It started out with Delta getting me to a gate 15 minutes early but refusing to let me off my plane to make my connection, MISSING my connection after running through the airport with seven strangers like a scene right out of home alone and then crying profusely like a big blubbering idiot at customer service. Luckily, this old lady from Savannah, Georgia, that I sat with on my first flight came out of nowhere like an angel and saved me. Because no one in customer service could understand a flipping thing i was saying in between broken sobs of "minneapolis.....minneapolis...." she had to talk for me and succeeded in getting me a different flight first thing the next morning, a free hotel and free food without my having to say a thing. It was awesome, I don't know if there's like an old lady mafia but if there is, she's the god....mother or whatever.
So the next morning I land in Minneapolis at 7:30 and the girls, bright eyed and bushy tailed (hung over from a wine night of giggling) get me, get bagels, take me to the mall of America, take a group nap on kelley's floor and proceed to our halloween destinations. I was Sarah Palin because, seriously....is there anyone else in the world more horrifying? Beth was the sexiest red riding hood I've seen in my life ("um....beth = gorgeous" I believe is the text message we came across during our evening out) and Kelley was decked out as Cleopatra complete with fake eyelashes that glued themselves to everything BUT her eyes on our way out the door. We spent the night running all over Minneapolis, waving and calling out "Drill baby drill" to strangers and ended the night with beth basically asleep on a side walk, our thirteenth jimmy john sandwiches in hand since we arrived in the city. It was a freakin awesome halloween.
It was so great to see them, i seriously had no idea how much I missed them until I saw their faces. Don't get me wrong, we were exhausted....running on approximately twelve hours of sleep the entire weekend and subject to hysterical fits of laughing at nothing in particular in dollar stores ( who knew they sold pregnancy tests? For a dollar...what is that, like, 14% accuracy?) but still....well worth the two and a half days spent in one another's company. My future goal, when I'm Oprah Rich, is to get us all living in the same city.
Now I'm back. My sister has forced me into the Twilight series like a true loser , I'm getting my first semester of school FINISHED with and working my butt off. I'm also working on finishing up my book and will begin the prostitution process known as publishing hopefully in the near future if I dont kill myself from the infinite number of rejection letters I receive in the mail.
And one last shout out to Barack Obama because, seriously...how amazing. Way to go America. I was seriously doubting, for a minute there due to some of the outlandish things I was hearing, that we might not be progressive enough to get the job done but I'm continually amazed and impressed with our abilities to move forward as a collective unit.
The latest and greatest didn't even happen in Pittsburgh, but in Minneapolis where Beth and I met up with Kelley last weekend. Simply put it was awesome. Well, ok, it did not start out awesome. It started out with Delta getting me to a gate 15 minutes early but refusing to let me off my plane to make my connection, MISSING my connection after running through the airport with seven strangers like a scene right out of home alone and then crying profusely like a big blubbering idiot at customer service. Luckily, this old lady from Savannah, Georgia, that I sat with on my first flight came out of nowhere like an angel and saved me. Because no one in customer service could understand a flipping thing i was saying in between broken sobs of "minneapolis.....minneapolis...." she had to talk for me and succeeded in getting me a different flight first thing the next morning, a free hotel and free food without my having to say a thing. It was awesome, I don't know if there's like an old lady mafia but if there is, she's the god....mother or whatever.
So the next morning I land in Minneapolis at 7:30 and the girls, bright eyed and bushy tailed (hung over from a wine night of giggling) get me, get bagels, take me to the mall of America, take a group nap on kelley's floor and proceed to our halloween destinations. I was Sarah Palin because, seriously....is there anyone else in the world more horrifying? Beth was the sexiest red riding hood I've seen in my life ("um....beth = gorgeous" I believe is the text message we came across during our evening out) and Kelley was decked out as Cleopatra complete with fake eyelashes that glued themselves to everything BUT her eyes on our way out the door. We spent the night running all over Minneapolis, waving and calling out "Drill baby drill" to strangers and ended the night with beth basically asleep on a side walk, our thirteenth jimmy john sandwiches in hand since we arrived in the city. It was a freakin awesome halloween.
It was so great to see them, i seriously had no idea how much I missed them until I saw their faces. Don't get me wrong, we were exhausted....running on approximately twelve hours of sleep the entire weekend and subject to hysterical fits of laughing at nothing in particular in dollar stores ( who knew they sold pregnancy tests? For a dollar...what is that, like, 14% accuracy?) but still....well worth the two and a half days spent in one another's company. My future goal, when I'm Oprah Rich, is to get us all living in the same city.
Now I'm back. My sister has forced me into the Twilight series like a true loser , I'm getting my first semester of school FINISHED with and working my butt off. I'm also working on finishing up my book and will begin the prostitution process known as publishing hopefully in the near future if I dont kill myself from the infinite number of rejection letters I receive in the mail.
And one last shout out to Barack Obama because, seriously...how amazing. Way to go America. I was seriously doubting, for a minute there due to some of the outlandish things I was hearing, that we might not be progressive enough to get the job done but I'm continually amazed and impressed with our abilities to move forward as a collective unit.