Monday, March 14, 2005
Steph, I'm Here for You...
But guess what? I really have nothing exciting to write about. Let me see what I can conjure up...
- Other people's weddings have taken over my life. It seems like someone flipped a switch (starting with you, Stephanie- thanks a lot!) and now I get a wedding invite in the mail every couple of months. Fun, you say? Not so much. (You might be thinking- "Hey, Shan recently tied the knot with Matt. Doesn't the biattch like weddings?" Well, if you actually talked to me during the phase in which I planned Susie Coogan's dream wedding, I was not jazzed nor in love with the whole process. Got swept up in the free buttercream-frosted cake tastings and didn't know when to stop). I recently had to turn down a relation's reception, but it was made all the sweeter and easier because the invitation was encrusted with shimmery sea shells and sea horses. Need I say more? (By the way, a great way to get through a wedding where the decor is influenced by things such as sea horses and Disney characters: mentally rip on everything the whole night. Or, if you're feeling ballsy, find a friend, camp out at the bar, and let the nastiness fly.) Number of Guests: 0. The other obstacle popping up on my wedding-hate radar: The destination wedding. I love the bride and groom to be, but c'mon y'all, I don't have the funds!! Thanks for dangling an all inclusive/expensive trip to Mexico in front of ma face!Now I feel as if my gift has to be extra nice. Number of Guests: 0.
- Weird neighbors plaque me to no end. Mike and I had a convo about this the other night. The idiots who don't know how to read the name on the buzzer and continually ring mine until I let them in. If I say over the intercom, "Hallooo!", you could at least respond. Don't keep ringing the buzzer repeatedly until I let you in (this includes the 3am drunk buzzer). Also, currently building up enormous amounts of hate for college age male neighbors who have decided to chisel away - with real tools- at the old, beautiful tile surrounding our mail boxes because he lost his key. The dude is now able to get his mail, but man, is he a dumbass. I respond by giving him dirty looks as I retrieve my mail with my KEY.
- People who are still trying to convince me that Wisconsin is cool. Friends, we've covered this. Cheese aside, I am not a fan. You're very perceptive if you pick up on the fact that this makes me cranky.
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