I survived the wedding, but now I’m off trying to survive the after, after, after party in some ridiculously tanned and buffed land called “Ocean City.” Since it’s probably not wise for me to continue crawling back up onto the roof just to capture this weak-ass pirated wireless network, I’ve lined up a few guest posts [...]
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The Lonon clan has descended on Maryland in anticipation of this weekend’s Great Gwatification, so I tricked my little brother into joining in on my ukulele fun. Turns out he learned four whole chords over the course of our four and half hour drive. For those of you not good with math, that’s almost a chord [...] Obviously, I really need to stop following this whole Juggalo / Tila Tequila thing. Then again, the frickin’ New York Times is covering it now, so maybe I’m more highbrow than I realize. That’s me, a highbrow gal that can’t stop referencing the Insane Clown Posse. I’m pretty sure this all the evidence we [...] Last night? Bachelorette party, baby. And yes, of course, we ended up at a bar with a mechanical bull. But I really need to talk about what happened BEFORE the bull. We took a private pole dancing class. And it was HARD. (That’s what she said.) Not only are my arms and legs screaming in agony, but I [...] Holy crap it’s August! That means the wedding of the century is almost here. I guess I should check in with that Etsy vendor to make sure the bridal saddle will be ready in time. I’ve still only seen the preliminary sketches so you’ll understand why I’m a bit concerned. Just in case the mechanical bull doesn’t [...] So this weekend I was reading through some old journals and came across this excerpt from June 10th, 2009. Walnuts looks like vaginas. Just thought I’d share. Now see, I’m not sure I’m ready to go quite that raunchy on the blog yet, but I guess we’ll see. Oh how far I’ve fallen in a mere thirteen months, [...] It’s crunch time for this wedding o’ the century and Gwatt have started to discuss music. Obviously, I’ve already made the selections for the bull riding segment (basically this song on endless repeat), but the bride insists on focusing on the trivial things like walking down the aisle and the first dance. Yawn. If they would just burst [...] So first? You guys rock. Almost as hard as the incredibly gorgeous Sarah. I have nothing but big squishy cartoon hearts for you all. Well, that and a whole mess of gratitude. But I’m not going to talk about that anymore today because it’s Friday, I need something fluffy, and I haven’t told you a thing [...] |
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