The Upside Of Debilitation

This was one of those weekends where everyone decided to have their birthday party/film screening/final concert/bar crawl on Saturday night at the same time as far as possible from one another in the corner of each borough.  Whoops!  Dan and I had Knicks tickets and had narrowed down a few of the events to grace with our presence, but then he had a horrible, debilitating back spasm that kept him in bed all of Friday and most of Saturday.  We made it through the Knicks game, in a "these tickets were too expensive to eat so I'm having FUN GODDAMNIT" kind of way.  But he had to spend most of the weekend lying down.

I felt so bad for him.  He was clearly in a bad way.  He couldn't even sit up to watch Sunny DVDs with me as I stuffed envelopes, folded tissue poms, finished the table numbers, and made a trial bouquet.

I'm not very crafty in general and tend to procrastinate, so in a way, this whole horrible debilitating spasm was good.  Stuffing envelopes turned out to be a decent distraction in between attending to my softly moaning fiance.  But don't worry--- I wasn't entirely without help.  My friend Mary stopped by.

Mary fixes everything.

NOT Crazy!

I've been working long and hard on our invitations for The Event.  I wanted fancy shit, but fancy shit is EXPENSIVE (like, jaw-dropping.  Even more jaw-dropping than other things).  So I figured we could have one fancy element done professionally and do the rest of the elements that go into fanciness ourselves myself (let's be honest).  I started super early and worked on the design over the course of two or three months, called quite possibly every printer in the contiguous US to get the best rate for fancy textured letterpress printing, addressed all the envelopes over the course of two weeks, compared far too many paper types for printing the inserts and then, after getting the main invite card back from the fancy printer and putting all of the elements together, realized that en masse, my efforts had created an invitation that looked like a watermelon.

Watermelon was not my aim.

Fortunately, I reacted to this in a way that was NOT CRAZY.  I didn't throw anything out or order new envelopes (I considered this).  I made two small changes that made a big difference.  They aren't exactly as I pictured, but they no longer resemble watermelon.  Turns out it's hard to make an invitation suite that's both casual and fancy at the same time.  So they're... semi-fancy.  It's cool.

I'm not going to post pictures of them yet because they haven't been sent (they aren't even done being assembled).  But I'm going to brag about the one invitation-related thing that unequivocally makes me not crazy:

I didn't line the envelopes.

Yes.  The wedding blog world tried to convince me that I need to create a template, trace it onto 100 pieces of thick patterned paper, individually cut out each piece of said thick patterned paper, and then spend literally hours and hours and hours and hours and HOURS manually affixing each and every liner to the inside of an envelope that will be thrown away within minutes of being opened.  I didn't do it.  As it turns out, I'm not totally insane.

Counting Down to Mid-March

I like my job, but I think my new dream is to work on Gossip Girl.

I would probably get fired for stealing from the wardrobe department though.

Fright Night

I spent last night switching between figure skating and 16 and Pregnant.  Forget renting Paranormal Activity: 16 and Pregnant is BY FAR the scariest thing you can watch on television (even worse than Teen Mom, which is saying something).  In last night's episode, the 16 year old cretin father kept whining, and I am not making this up, "I'm boooooored" and "Can I get a ride home?" and "Why are you so tired???" while his 16 year old on-again-off-again girlfriend was 26 hours into labor.

I'm torn.  Should this show be required viewing for all adolescents?  Or will they see it as an easy way to get on MTV?

OH MY LORD SIXTEEN YEAR OLDS.  KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS.

Or at least throw a little latex into the equation.  I know it's kind of annoying, but more annoying than twenty-six hours of labor?  No.  It is not.

Seriously.  Watch this show.  Good for a scare when you're not into gore.

I Heart Colbert Even More

Cats Rule!

Crazy Person

The Event has turned me into an intermittent crazy.  It comes in waves.  Right now I'm in the tidal calm so I can reflect on it and try to, you know, remain in the tidal calm instead of getting swept up in the waves of crazy with no surfboard of sanity.  Also The Event has made me very metaphorical.

Anyway.  The crazy isn't always ugly.  Sometimes it's just weird.  Like how I suddenly can't decide on... plates.

Because they don't all look essentially the same, or anything.  Not at allllllllllll.

Crazy.

I Heart Colbert

Fab Four

My parents' current batch of foster kitties are basically the cutest yet (minus Carla and Bianca, obvs).  They're all two pounds now, so they have to go back to the shelter next week.  Noooooo!

Here they are staying warm during Snowpocalypse:

Ughhhhhhhh I want to eat them.

SNOWPACOLYPSE

One of the big drawbacks to living in a city with dependable public transportation?  You still have to go to work in a blizzard.  I even got in a little early today.

Alert!

You guys!

Dawson Leery is still acting!

Sweet Home Barfabama

I don't know why, but I'm watching Sweet Home Alabama on USA right now.  Ugh, USA.  You are so watchable.  But back to SHA: I hate this movie.  Why is it so loved?

1. Reese Witherspoon plays a small town girl who's made it big in New York...
2. ...and has recently become engaged to the highly attentive, extremely successful, super-handsome, thoroughly thoughtful and loving Patrick Dempsey...
3. ...but forgot to divorce her first, slightly-less-cute, asshat husband back in 'bama first.  And then...
4.  ...for some never entirely divulged reason, Reese gives up Patrick Dempsey, her fabulous New York life, presumably her career, and all of her sleek black clothes for a life of hillbilly babymama-ing and plaid shirts.
5.  We all congratulate her on becoming a fully grown version of the girls on Teen Mom.

The actors are all adorable, though.  So if you ignore the entire plot, I guess it's kind of charming.  Anyway, I would usually say that I have an irrational hatred for this movie, but I've decided that it's actually measured and fully within reason.

Also that Visa ad with Dan Jansen speed skating to victory in honor of his dead sister makes me cry.

Totes Watching

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It's like ABC Family took a flying DeLorean into my mind, circa 1987, and used it to develop their new sitcom:

ABC Family handed a 10-episode order to the 30m multi-camera comedy Melissa & Joey, headlined by Melissa Joan Hart and Joey Lawrence. The series will premiere this year and centers on Mel, a former wild child of a political family who is now a politician. Following a scandal involving her sister and brother-in-law, Mel takes charge of her young niece and nephew and hires Joe (Lawrence) as her live-in "manny."