Musings
Sometimes I worry about how non-girly I am. Today I went with Tracey to check out a venue for her wedding. We both loved it, but I'm sure for different reasons. I liked it for the s
ame reason probably every guy will like it -- it has the most kick-ass old tavern style bar in the reception hall. Kinda made me want to get married for about a minute. Then they started talking about the decorator's price and catering and programs, and I thought -- wow, what a bunch of work!
Should I ever get married, I'm gonna take off and do one of those destination weddings, then come back and have a big party. No professional photographer or $700 cake. I'm way too laid back for all that. I want my biggest problem to be finding someone to take care of my cats while I leave town for a week or so. However, I'm afraid with all this wedding planning I'm going to go all Monica Geller and book a date three years from now "just in case" so I can have the place I want!
Another day, another celebrity story
E online is reporting that sales of "Team Aniston" t-shirts have soared. Go figure. A big part of me still thinks Angelina is the most gorgeous woman in the world, and even I would hop into bed with her -- but I also think poor Jen was wronged. I want to get one of those tees!
As much as I love Brad Pitt too, his whole relationship with Angie hasn't exactly been kosher. The timing was all wrong, and the traditionalist in me thinks they should have gotten married before conceiving a child. I'm not preaching, but personally I lose a lot of respect for most people who decide to have children out of wedlock. I used to love Katie Holmes -- now look at her! She's become Tom Cruise's pregnant puppet and I don't even want to see her picture.
Trent from Pink is the New Blog also has a link to a U.K. article that alleges the Jolie-Pitt coupling is expecting twins due to fertility treatments Angie had to get pregnant. That would explain how she got so huge so fast. (And anyone else wonder what a that-pregnant woman was doing walking in heels? In Haiti no less!) So much for her not wanting to have her own children because that would take away from the number of children she would adopt. I guess I have little tolerance for people who change their minds on such important issues. (I even got irritated in college at people who drastically changed their majors -- and kids are a way more important issue!) If she's just having a kid so that Brad can have a biological child, or if she just changed her mind, I think she needs to say so. Ok, ok -- I know I'm being silly. It's their personal lives, not my problem; but still, as celebrities many people watch them and some even look up to them. Unfortunately in this society their personal decisions make an impact.
Enough of my silly celebrity gossip. My week hasn't been spectacular, but it's been fun for the most part. Wednesday was the big highlight. It was News 14 reporter Jason Bronis' last Media Night at the Gin Mill. (He has officially left us for greener pastures.) So most of the station (well, the cool people at least!) showed up to say their farewells and just generally have a good old time. (Maybe I can rangle Kate into scanning a few pics for me to post.) I had a great time socializing, drank more than I planned and woke up feeling pretty crappy Thursday. I took it easy Thurs. night to recover, then spent tonight talking wedding plans with Tracey before heading home to get some much-needed rest. Yet here I am daudling on the computer! I have a long work weekend ahead of me so I'm hitting the hay. Later my peeps!
Love Monkey
I just finished watching the premiere of "Love Monkey." It's awesome; right up my alley. It's kind of a cross between
High Fidelity and "Sex and the City." The lead isn't as cute as John Cusack, but the music is good and it's pretty funny. Of course it's also based on a novel. The title comes from a convo he has from his best girl friend, who tells him if he keeps swinging from
branch to branch looking for the perfect one, he's going to end up one lonely monkey. I almost want to run out and buy the book, but then it might ruin watching the show. Also I read a review that says the book is set in 2001 so 9/11 plays a big role in transforming the guy. I'm not sure I want to delve into that. Part of me would like to think that guys don't need some tragic event to get it together.
I'm glad I finally found another show to enjoy in place of "Nip/Tuck" on Tues., but watch it get canceled. I'm going to have a serious mental breakdown when "Alias" goes off the air for good in a few months. I've been watching season 3 reruns, and because it's the only season I haven't entirely seen, I get anxious to see each and every episode -- I need to see how the story gets to where it is in season 4. Of course "Alias" isn't the only show I'm losing/lost. I'm pissed at the fact that Fox isn't showing the last half of "Reunion." Will we never know who killed Sam or why? Stupid TV bastards.
Last night was the Golden Globes so my usual Monday programs, "Las Vegas" and "Medium," weren't on. I got smart though and DVRed the Globes. I didn't start watching until about an hour into the show. By fast-forwarding through all the commercials I was caught up to see the final hour live. I crammed a three-hour show into less than two hours; made the whole thing a lot less boring. I'm glad
Walk the Line was so praised; I still think it's one of the best and most powerful movies I've ever seen. Now I just have to see
Brokeback Mountain. I'm bored out of my mind having a three-day weekend (as I always am since I'm on vacation when all my friends are working) so maybe I'll go see it by myself tomorrow afternoon. I'll let you all know what I think.
A Jolie-Pitt of Troy?
So it's been confirmed, Angelina Jolie is pregnant. Many of you are probably thinking, "so what?" Strangely enough, I care!
I have no idea why I am so fascinated with celebrities. I guess it's because my life is so boring. I dunno, but I am especially interested in anything Jolie and Pitt. Brad Pitt was like my first pin-up, now he's going to be a dad, and an old dad at that! And Angelina, I think she's just the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. She's exotic and intriguing; a smart, sexy humanitarian. She deserves to be happy and to have a beautiful baby (lord knows what their genes will create -- the universe might implode, the kid will be like Helen of Troy), especially after she adopted that ugly Zahara. But anyhow, God bless 'em. I also hope poor Jennifer Aniston was struck blind and deaf last night so that she can have a few more minutes of peace. That sweet chic, I feel sooo bad for her. I would be destroyed.
Sorry I've been too busy/annoyed to blog lately. I haven't been on speaking terms with my computer. This thing is so old I have to keep adding adapters to make any new technology work. By adding my new back-up hard drive after Christmas I somehow stopped it from accessing my iTunes.
HELP!!! I have no idea what to do and nothing seems to work. I just want someone to sit down at my desk and lickity-split have the whole thing fixed. I have no patience for technology I don't understand. I wasn't blessed with the engineering smarts my brother has, but oh well. Guess I'll just have to find some cute guy who wants to help a damsel in distress.
Tonight is Media Night at the Gin Mill but I'm thinking I should call it a night early. I stayed out till 1 last night, then ended up staying up past 3. I gotta start getting some sleep during the week or I'm going to keep sleeping through my weekends entirely. What can I say, I need my beauty rest :).
So, to keep you all entertained, here are a few things I've recently found interesting:
So drained . . .
The last two weeks have been the most emotionally draining days of my life. First I must mention that my brother Grant and Tracey got engaged on Christmas Eve, congrats guys! He wants to tell the world and was sorely disappointed when I didn't post something about it just a few days after the holiday. Of course I was in the midst of my bitterness over working the holidays. (Which, by the way, I'm still not completely over after I found out I
DON'T get paid extra because they weren't "company-santioned holidays", a.k.a. they weren't on the company calendar because they were on weekends.)
Anywho, so last week I drove back to G-vegas to do the Christmas catch-up with two of my high school buddies and on the way a rock flew up and put a chip in my windshield (*the second
windshield I've had in the less-than-a-year I've owned the car) and then I got a speeding ticket. On the positive side, the ticket was in Greenville so my dad can get me out of it and the chip can be fixed without replacing the windshield (or so they say over the phone.) The next day I dropped my cell phone and destroyed it. I didn't just break it, I annihilated it. So I had to go in and pay full price for a new phone since I'm 2 months from an upgrade. Thus I didn't get the phone I wanted, and the one I got, while cool, drops call all the time! So I'm going to take it back next week and switch back to a V60 for 6 weeks so I can get the RAZR. To top all the phone troubles off, my old phone was so dead that I lost all my phone numbers so I can't even call my friends to bitch about how crappy my holiday season has been.
So then, just before New Year's, I had a huge blow-out with my ex, who's still my friend but thinks he made a huge mistake breaking up with me nearly 4 years ago. Which has me thinking, what the hell am I really looking for? Weak-in-the-knees passion or companionship, caring and love that lasts a lifetime? I don't think I'm ready to give up on the former, but can the two ever be combined? I'm not sure anyone ever finds that. I already know life is no fairy tale, but I don't want to settle either. The older I get, the pickier I am and the more I want it all. Damn it all to hell.
ame reason probably every guy will like it -- it has the most kick-ass old tavern style bar in the reception hall. Kinda made me want to get married for about a minute. Then they started talking about the decorator's price and catering and programs, and I thought -- wow, what a bunch of work!
