~ gracious glee ~
Firstly, in the way of my love of the internet, I would like to share some poignant celebrity news that has been entertaining me for some time - - and which, I have forgotten to mention to those of you who might actually care. Celebrity ridiculousness is entertaining, for me, in being witness to how a story of utter ridiculousness unfolds into more ridiculousness than I could have ever imagined. For instance, take the case of Ryan Adams. This is glorious in its ridiculousness.
Secondly, I've been meaning to mention something about my own wild wailings. A few weekends ago, some friends were in town and the whole troupe found themselves alongside a number of alcoholic beverages and a karaoke machine. It wasn't quite the disaster that it could have been until I was attempting to sing my third song, was having some technical difficulties with the microphone, and threw a shit-fit at a drunk guy who thought it was acceptable behavior to interfere with my song. I've got photos, mainly of us playing darts earlier in the evening. And I'll post them whenever I get around to it.
Thirdly, this weekend, I finally picked up my mountain pass. Yesterday, I went nordic skiing with Elizabeth and Amy and had a brilliant time! It was so beautiful and sunny, and the snow was fantastic, I had such fun. I even brought my ipod so that I could rock out to some tunes while I was kick-and-glide -ing. During the fun, I resolved to trot on down to the ski shop and purchase myself a nodic ski package. The package, however, is a bit more money than I am willing to throw down at this moment, so I suppose that I will continue to rent as I go (the equipment, that is). I felt that we were rather fortunate on the drive up because we just barely missed being stuck in a jam after an accident that was, literally, two cars behind us. It was weird, for the entire drive up, I had been wondering why there were only two other cars going up (usually, there's a long line of traffic going up the mountain). I have a few photos from skiing as well and will post them whenever I get around to it.
Fourthly, last week I began a thorough clean up of my photos on my computer. During this process, I noted many many photos of myself with shorter hair in which I felt that I looked much better than with long hair. A few days later, during a conversation with Josh about my long silky locks, I decided to get my hair cut. On Friday after work, I marched myself to a hair cutting salon and asked if they could cut my hair that very moment. They said "no" and so I went home and cut my hair myself. Except for a few errant hairs and a bit of unevenness (hey! it's totally stylish!), I think I did a pretty good job. Photos to be posted when I get around to it.
Fifthly, I had the opportunity to practice my mingling skills this weekend at a retirement party for my old boss. It was the sort of event to which significant others were invited, but, after giving it some thought, I granted Josh permission to decide for himself if he wanted to attend. Surprisingly, he declined. For me, it was nice not having to worry about whether he was having a good time or not. To my dismay, I was forced to participate in a group performance of YMCA by the Village People, in front of everyone. It was horrid. It was horrid because another group performed the same song, horrid because no one in my group knew the words to the song, and horrid that I had to participate in something so lame and dumb. Interestingly, everyone on my team put the same total lack of effort into their costumes as I did. I went as a cowboy, which meant that I wore a big hat. That, the big hat, was my effort. The hat was so large, in fact, that during the performance, it kept falling in front of my face. I found that added an element of humor into my own performance, which I harnessed and performed the majority of the song with the hat hanging over my face. There are photos of this event and they will NOT be posted, ever.
Finally, speaking of the little love nugget, today is the third year anniversary of the exploits of Josh and Jennifer. I have, sitting on my desk, a couple of roses. ...sigh.