White Wedding

So, recently I attended two weddings, in one of which I was a bridesmaid and for another I was a wedding singer. Because you know, I have the voice of a freaking angel.

The first was the worst wedding on the planet (I referred to it as the nuptials from Hell before) and was so draining because over half the church and the bridal party thought it was a bad idea. And we had said so. Many times. The bride’s side was practically dying and no one smiled and it was one of the tensest situations I’ve ever been in. Also, the minister was reeeeeallly driving home this “subservient and obedient wife” thing and a friend’s father said he had never heard the word ‘fear’ so many times in one hour. (And we Catholics thought our guilt was bad!) Anyway, as I may have mentioned before, I was a women’s studies major and I do not take very kindly when religious texts use the phrase “the weaker vessel” to describe me as a female. And just because the term “whore mongers” is in the Bible does not mean it needs to be included in a wedding ceremony. So apparently my expressions were not church friendly as I was facing the congregation. I may have actually turned my face away from everyone a few times because the anger showing on my face was getting offensive. I know that sounds rude, but you honestly had to be there. I have never been to such an unhappy occasion. After the ceremony, the brides maids and the bride’s sisters and cousins all went into the parking lot to drink wine. Out of plastic coffee cups. Because we’re classy like that. The epitome of, even.

However, the other wedding, which was my cousin’s, was absolutely beautiful and was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. My dad’s side is a little more crass and they all hold back a little less. They also drink A LOT more, which was fun for me! I think I danced to about 75% of the songs, including every line dance imaginable. In fact, my sister and I taught everyone the moves to the Love Shack. Apparently we are two of the very few who know it…anyone else learn it when they were younger? I’ve been doing it since age seven in my country club swim team dance days. Then we learned it again in gym class in seventh grade. Nevermind. I had a weird childhood. But back to this fun wedding. We danced a ton, played with all of the little ones that I never get to see anymore now that I’m not in Michigan, drank too much wine, and heard my somewhat introverted, 31-year-old cousin rap “Bust a Move” in its entirety over the DJ’s microphone. OH, and I saw a football player from my high school who was a year older than me. We chatted for a bit and I learned that after going to school for three years, he dropped out and moved home. Then he became the bartender at my cousin’s wedding. I’m going to hell for this, but I found it veeeerrryyy funny.

Anyway, this last wedding totally made up for the previous one. And between both of them I picked up some ideas for my own (possibly-never-happening-because-I’m-going-to-die-alone-with-cats) wedding. First, even though I do want a traditional, religious ceremony, I will not be allowing readings that tell me to fear my husband and agree with everything he says. I don’t agree with everything that anyone says. And second, we will do the Macarena and we WILL have an open bar.

All These Things That I’ve Done

Whew. Sorry I’ve been MIA here folks, but the past week and half have been sheer craziness and I’m finally just getting everything settled.

In the past 11 days, I have:

• Attended two weddings/rehearsals. One was awesome and the other sucked. I was a bridesmaid in the latter and a singer in the former. More on that later.
• Driven back and forth between Michigan and Chicago approximately 4 times. It was like 20 terrible hours on the road, half of them with my parents (Oh, the horror!). I don’t want to travel again for a loooong time. Oh, wait, too bad I have to go home again in about 3 weeks. But that’s for the recent grad reunion and UMich football and tailgating. Totally worth it.
• Moved into a new apartment, which I am NOT complaining about because our new place is fabulous. I have a closet and a full bed, and I no longer live above a neon Venice Pizza sign on Halsted. And I am living with one of my BFFs (yes, I did use that term and I meant it because I’m still a sorority girl at heart and I will abbreve whatever the hell I want to. Obvi.), so my living situation just got a whole lot better. I no longer have a roommate that creeps me out simply with her existence. But, anyway, moving is always stressful and slightly time consuming. And right after I moved in, I had to drive home for the other wedding so I’m finally getting to spend some time here since getting back to the city on Sunday.
• Watched Gossip Girl and contemplated whether I thought Chuck Bass was a skeeze or bad-boy charming. Jury’s still out on that one. Also, I realize that doesn’t count as something I really did, that, you know, took up time, but I wanted to throw it out there.
• DYED MY HAIR. Again, I know that’s not really an event per se, but for me, it’s a big deal. It always makes me feel new when I darken my hair (I have never wanted to be blonde in my entire life. true story), like something is starting over. Which is why I usually do it in the fall, because I feel like that’s the best time to get a fresh start. And I really like to shock people so I just wait for them to notice. Which of course is kind of disappointing when the people around you aren’t even aware of the color of their own pants. Sad. But yeah, I actually was going to dedicate an entire post to the topic and call it ‘Black Velvet’ or something equally lame. But then I reconsidered since I have nothing more to say about it and because I didn’t dye it black, more like really really really dark brown with a hint of red. Which is totally different.

OK, so I guess that doesn’t sound like much, but I also spent a week at home, where I was able to telecommute for work, so lots of running around/hanging out with my mom was done. And I had unexciting things to do like get my eyes checked (especially after last month’s unfortunate incident) and go to the dentist (I had a filling. My face was numb for half of last Thursday.) So I wasn’t going to write about those things. Even though I just did. Hmm.

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I don’t really have much to say since things have been kind of low-key/ “meh” lately. Anyway, I thought I would just bullet point some thoughts so I would at least get something written. Usually I go for quality over quantity, but I also don’t like to go toooo long without writing something for fear that the 3 people who read this will get bored and never return! Whew. So, if you read, please keep reading! I promise I’ll write something good soon!

On to the bullets!

• I think I want to go to Greece. First of all, I hear it’s beautiful. Perfect water, lots of sun. Heaven, essentially. And I think the food would be right up my alley. Hummus, veggies, pita, yogurt, olive oil. I also think they media is like OBSESSED with Greece/the Mediterranean because one of the style editors at Glamour just wrote about her trip to Croatia on the site and Mamma Mia is everywhere. And now I want to go see it.
• Going off of that, I love movie musicals. They have the potential to be AMAZING or downright terrible. Which means that they go full circle and become amazing again. For example, the best/worst movie musical of all time: GREASE 2!! Pleeeeease, someone tell me that you’ve seen it. “I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R…” “Let’s bowl, let’s bowl, let’s rockn’ roll!” or “Reproduction!” Anyone? anyone? OK, someone better

• respond to that (I mean, please?) or at least go rent the movie if you haven’t seen it. It’s Michelle Pfeiffer at her finest/most embarrassing. I think this all stems from the fact that I was a half-theater nerd, half jock,half bookworm (OK, see… math wasn’t my strong suit). I didn’t ALWAYS want to hang out with the drama kids (it got a little weird after a while…), but I did want to sing ALL THE TIME, so I thought that if my high school were like Rydell, I would be set.
• Also, why is Tom Hanks’ son in a KFC commercial? Remember when he actually starred in a movie? With Jack Black? Now he’s selling fried chicken and shocking his advertisement friends by getting a pretty girl to actually go out with him. My, how things change. (Also, if that isn’t him then someone please correct me. But if it isn’t, the resemblance is uncanny.)
• My friends, college acquaintances, etc. need to STOP getting married and reproducing. I mean, they are lovely people (most of them), but it’s making me feel like I’m falling behind! It’s like I’m not hitting the milestones in time. And I’m only 23! Shouldn’t I have more time? Graduate with honors from sweet school. Check. Move away from home. Check. Get first real job and apartment (OK my apartment is hardly real, but fine, whatever). Check. Find someone to spend the rest of life with and combine genes with? That box, my friends is very, very blank. No check marks there. I have time, right!?!?!
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  I love Jennifer Aniston. She’s great. Even if she is dating John Mayer and I don’t approve.

• Oh man, and Conan O’Brien. I love him and never get to watch him anymore since I am usually in bed or at least not watching TV at this hour. But tonight I am still up for no apparent reason so I am thoroughly enjoying his incredible awkwardness, self-deprecating humor, and gravity-defying hair.
• OK, this is for you, foodie friends: I really want to start cooking because right now, I run the risk of ruining microwaved dishes. I CAN cook, but I lose patience because I think, ‘Oh, what’s the use? If it’s terrible, I’ll have to nuke something anyway.’ So most of the time I have carrots and hummus and oatmeal for dinner. Hmmm. Yeah. So from you, food bloggers/cooking gurus, I need your easiest, fastest, (cheapest?) yummiest recipes so I can become a functioning adult and not ingest so many of the chemical seeping out of my Tupperware into my food. (PS, I love all veggies and veg*n food but I’m open to almost anything, including poultry and fish, besides… well, mammal.)
• And, last thing, I know I’ve written this before, but I need some inspiration, and I would especially love to know what YOU are interested in. It doesn’t even have to be an opinion about something. I know I talk about me on here, but so far I haven’t totally told you about me because I don’t even know where to start. I know it may seem as though I divulge a lot of info because I CANNOT SHUT UP, but really I think I just say a lot of the same stuff twice (or 15 times). So help me out. Got any questions? Requests? Wondering why I can’t just type one sentence and leave it at that? (Actually, I can’t answer that one either.) Let me know!

OK, I need to crash to make it through one more day this week. Good night!