peterbilt or mack truck? which one!

Did a Peterbilt truck run me over?

Because I think it may have—I feel like my back stepped on or something wonky has occurred.

Meh.

This weekend was sort of a hot mess, starting with Saturday: Leggo came up around 4ish—I forced myself to sleep in until 9:45, which was nearly impossible because I just naturally wake up at 8am now.

Anyway, before Mego came I ran to Target and picked up some more Emerg-C and then when I got back home, I faux-Trader Joes Cilantro/Chive Yogurt dip.

I somehow took a 45 minute nap around 3 and then got up and that’s when Leggo got there…at which time we thought it’d be an excellent idea to start boozin’ [well, actually the idea was mine, obv].

Then CA showed up, Condor, BNY and then Sarge and his Plus 1—then we played games of chance in my room and finally walked over to Butterfield 8—then Bradford’s and then back home.

I somehow shattered a plate on the kitchen floor and cut-up my hands and feet…can’t really figure out how this happened but the plate was in the freezer and then I dropped it.

Sunday, I wanted to just stay in bed for 10 hours but I had go into NY with Leggo for Chicken Fingaz bridal shower [Dolla Dolla Bills aka Murray from Flight of the Conchords made a before and after appearance as well].

It was a decent bridal shower—those things are always so sketchy because everyone has their own ideas of what’s right and I like that the coordinators had everyone keep their gifts unwrapped so that it only took like 20 minutes for her to open all her pressies.

She got a lot of good stuff, including new Pyrex and Tupperware [I need both—ones with damn lids].

The food was so-so…I’ve got serious issues with “party” food because it never stays hot enough.

Like if you do buffet foods, there has to be some way for the catering people to make sure the food stays warm; whether it be making sure the burners are all on or keeping the warmer at the right temperature—I don’t think I’ve ever been to a party [shower, engagement, wedding, banquet, gala, etc] where the food is ever warm and it drives me bonkers.

I finally met the dude Jude and boy is he a cute little nugget.

Huge, huge blue eyes and a smiley squishy baby face, le sigh.

Cpay looked good—she mentioned that she may not be going to the bachelorette party and I was like “Oh Hell to the No”.

She has to go.

Must.

Must.

~ by ninamazing on June 29, 2009.