Potpourri

Wow, I have not had the energy or time to post, and while a lot has happened, most people who read this were there for some of it, so that just made me even more lax on the update. I'll try to make this entry easy to skim, since it will be long.

Lesley and Steve's wedding:

The wedding itself was beautiful. I cried so many times, but I suppose that isn't a shocker since I started crying when I opened the program before the ceremony started. The bridesmaids were all beautiful, but particularly Lauren, Margaret and Lindy. And, well, the groomsmen, too -- and one in particular.

Anyway, I can't even begin to describe the ceremony, but suffice it to say, it was beautiful, and I can only hope for such a perfect wedding, myself. But since I can't do the wedding justice, I'll just have to spend some time talking about my friends. See, I started my new job the day after the wedding, so I was particularly sober for all of this, which made it so much more hilarious (Laura also angles that it was hilarious to watch me dance because evidently I was dancing like I was drunk (like a spaz?), but I swear I was very sober for that portion of the evening). Anyway, I danced with the sweetest guy ever (nothing came of it), but the real fun was in Alisa and Jess' corners.

There's this friend of Steve's named Ted, who Lesley keeps trying to set up with Alisa because he runs and likes Family Guy -- two things Alisa also really enjoys. But Alisa claimed that she wasn't really that into him, and was somewhat indignant (she is Alisa after all) that "all they have in common is Family Guy and running," and besides, he got a Family Guy quote wrong once at Trivia night. So towards the middle of the evening, we came across Ted by the bar, where he was wowing how his gin and tonic didn't taste much like tonic, and we all tried it. Alisa knew who he was because she mentioned the running and Family Guy, and disparaged him a bit for getting that quote wrong, and they talked for a while. We mentioned that Alisa had learned how to booty pop, and he said that the DJ was going to play Gold Digger for them, so she should go and show him her popping skills. After he left, Laura and I mentioned "Ted," and Alisa asked, "Who's Ted???" They did end up dancing with each other, but Ted has DADD or something (Drunken Attention Deficit Disorder), and that was sort of that (which is kind of how mine ended up, too. Sad boys.)

Jessica disappeared for a good portion of the evening with a guy named Gordon. His last name escapes me, and while I wouldn't post it on this blog, anyway, the reason it's important is because we kept calling him "Gordon Fisherman, you know, like the fishsticks." (We're good people) Jessica got the most action, since she "kissed him for, like, five seconds." Oy, these boys!

Red Sox Game

I got to see a pretty exciting game yesterday. Karissa and Mark were also recently married, and they had a small reception at the MIT boathouse for their Boston-based friends, and then they took us to see the Red Sox play Baltimore. It was a pretty good game (esp. when we won). I'm pretty indifferent to the first four innings, in general, and that was true yesterday, but I was pretty jazzed by the end (and we got to sing Sweet Caroline, so the day was complete).

The only problem was the woman sitting behind us. She was very pro breast-feeding, and belongs to an organization that promotes it. My only experience with this has been on the blogosphere with women who wanted to breast feed but couldn't, and were harassed by women like this. And I mean, hell...Even if you didn't want to breast feed...It's your decision. In my own personal opinion, it's so much less worse than this kid we saw who ate his own bagel, then proceeded to get his morning milk from mom, but you know? My business is no one else's and I try to extend the same courtesy (even though I was judging that woman with all my ability to judge).

Once she and her snot-nosed little rugrats left, the game was much more pleasant, but the kids were everywhere that day. On the way home, we saw this kid who would not stop asking questions! He seemed incredibly smart and precocious, but I couldn't hold it together at one point, and just started laughing at him. His dad seemed slightly tired of the questions, and I felt badly for him, but man -- it was too funny. Then, Alisa and I saw this guy totally staring at his fingers and both of us turned to each other and went, "I know they're called fingers but I've never seen them fing...Oh no wait...There they go." Then we both had to consciously keep from staring at our hands -- or laugh.

Other Stuff

This library plan I'm working on is in Swedish...So I'm freaking out a little bit. I mean, metric is hard enough, but Swedish?! It's kind of awesome, and kind of intimidating.

I bought (a) ticket to see Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins on Oct. 9th. Go me. Being all...Independent and shit. I can't think of anyone who would go with me, so I just bought a ticket. This show is two days after the SYTYCD live tour - which I am going to with friends (double yay).

That's about all I can think of. This isn't severely long, I guess...But that's all I've got to say for now.