Oh, Internet, where to begin? Can Memorial Day weekend really be over? Can the mortgage really be due again? It feels more like I am coming off a 2-week whirlwind vacation to India, the Netherlands and New Jersey, with a quick trip to Egypt than a 3 4 day weekend (yes, I also took Friday off. Sue me). Sigh. I'm tired. Would you mind if I just posted some pictures instead of trying to write something coherent? Thanks, man. You're the best.
As Fraulein Maria once said, "Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start."
I went to a wedding. But before the wedding, I went to an Indian Sangeet party. You know everything you've ever heard about a Jewish wedding? The Jews got nothin' on them Indians.
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Next I was going to show you how beautiful the wedding was. But until we can get this figured out, you'll just have to trust me -- it was GORGEOUS.
So, then we went to the Eastern Shore for a BBQ on Sunday. Also very pretty, I swear.
And then Joel and I went to see a movie at the Egyptian Muvico theater. We saw XMen3. I sat next to a pair of Latin Lovers who would not shut up the ENTIRE TIME. I knew they were going to be a problem when Mrs. Lover asked "Who's Magneto?" 5 minutes into the film. Next time, do a little research. If you're the type of person who has, ahem, trouble remembering what happened in these sorts of trilogies, do us all a favor and watch the previous two movies again as a refresher before you come to the theater. Know your limits. Recognize them. Do not giggle and talk through an entire feature film. And above all, do not loudly make out and grope your boyfriend's crotch. It impedes the enjoyment of Hugh Jackman's hotness for the rest of us. And that, my friend, is not OK. When I pay $7 to watch Hugh Jackman run around without a shirt on for 2 hours, I want to be able to sit back and enjoy it, and possibly imagine myself as Famke Janssen, minus the crazy dual personality. I do not want to watch you acting out the movie's lone sex scene in the seat next to me. Trust me, my imagination does just fine without the visuals.
After we left the theater, I made a quick $100 stop at the Banana Republic outlet to purchase The Cutest Dress Ever Made's fraternal twin, The Most Adorable Dress Ever Made. I have absolutely nowhere to wear this dress, but at least it will keep The Cutest Dress Ever Made company in the closet. I also purchased some kicky flip flops with little heels and two tissue-tee scoop neck tops. I have enormous blisters on my feet and this morning my yogurt exploded on the new shirt. To put it lightly, things are not going well.
This morning, before work, I dropped Max off at the vet. I'll give that a moment to sink in: BEFORE WORK. I do not enjoy doing anything before work. I especially do not enjoy cramming a 15 1/2 pound cat into a carrier and driving him to a vet that is 20 minutes away in the 80 degree heat in a car with no air conditioning. I really do not enjoy doing all this after waking up at 3am to the tune of Madison extracting an invisible bug from the blinds with his claws, which was his way of alerting me that it was 89 degrees in our bedroom and time to turn the damn air conditioning on.
I am very tired. Max is pissed off and scared. He allowed them to put a bright orange collar on him with an ID tag, but as they carried him away, he gave me a soulful look that said "Orange is NOT my color, and by the way, it's way to early for this." OK, maybe that last part was me. I left the vet's office by 8am and then sat in rush hour traffic for an hour trying to get back into the city. Now I'm sitting by the phone waiting for the vet to call and say that something went wrong. I'm ridiculously over-worried. I remembered to bring him an extra towel and some of his prescription food for later, and I remembered to give him his antibiotics AND his antidepressant this morning, but I forgot to pack him some happy pills for later. I am seriously considering driving back up there this evening to give him his evening dose. And just to make sure he's OK. And to kidnap him and bring him back home.
While I was driving to the vet in Sir Bumps-a-Lot, Joel dropped my car off at the mechanic. I'm also sitting by the phone waiting for him to call and tell me what is wrong with my car, and why it continues to stall out in the middle of intersections.
You know what's getting me through the day today? The only good thing about Memorial Day being over: Casual Friday is on the horizon.
Happy freaking Tuesday.
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