30 November 2006
28 November 2006
27 November 2006
My mom will have a blog up shortly on something mindless and irrelevant. She's still in a tryptophan coma and her digicam is busted. Hopefully, the next post will not be about excessive holiday decor or motorized reindeer. We already have quite enough of that freaky deaky shit in this neighborhood and quite frankly, I'm a little put off by it.
Cheers ~ V
23 November 2006
21 November 2006
Their first dance, a flawless RUMBA to Edwyn Collins' "A Girl Like You."
After witnessing an impromptu dry-run at their house last week, we were skeptical but they completely pulled it off. >>
After the cocktail hour, we reported to our tables where over a crazy-delicious nosh of butternut squash soup and lobster ravs, we were treated to another remarkable mix of tunes. (To rip-off Cameron Crowe, if I had a personal conversation with God, I'd ask him to create this playlist. ) Everyone was in good spirits and right on vibe. However, the ambiance was shattered by the occassional, "Holy shit! Is this Love and Rockets?" from one of us quacking quackeroos in the balcony. Other highlights: Annie's TSA-remix "Liquids Back (yeah)." The Perchard Family Bumrush. All of Brownie's signature dance moves made a comeback, including a side-by-side Running Man with Goy. Cameo was hounded by a smitten Raddo. And of course, the evening would not have been complete without Tom doing the Thriller dance, and he did not disappoint, taking to the dance floor with his sister Katie. Refresh your memory, view the original Thriller dance here: Then envision a couple of fair-skinned WooTown Irish in place of the once-black Michael Jackson and his undead dance troupe.
Congratulations to our friends. We'll all be over to polish off any leftover bottles of "Dawn & Tom's Wedding Day I.P.A" and toast the beginning of your marriage and the end of wedding planning. For now, enjoy the downtime. Chill out (but don't freeze to death) on that smashing roofdeck.
Owls about to dance are distracted by a tower of pumpkin cheesecake cupcakes nearby. *Kick it to the chorus.*
Brownguy regales James and Goy with tales of a Fido-gone-wild corporate dinner.
Auntie & Bags -- en fuego on the balcony -- were voted "most likely to have the worst next day ever" having to deal with an infant and a family party. A great showing.
James "most likely trying to shake down Joe for a deal on a plasma screen."
Tarted up Birds, shored up bosoms.
WMD, SAC and their Diet Buds.
***If anyone has photos they want to share, please email them to me and I'll post them. I don't have any good dancing photos because my camera broke and I ran down the battery on LPD's cam during the rumba. I'll be waiting for Peete's YouTube version. Good times, all!
17 November 2006
I don't just "consider" myself an emotional person, I'm fully aware of this fact. It's a nightmare. Most days I oscillate between anxiety and guilt for the most trivial of reasons. When I feel euphoric, I feel guilty about it. Most shocking thing is I'm basically very happy and wouldn't change one thing -- except the anxiety I feel about things changing. What a mess.
2) What is on your refrigerator door?
Just fingerprints. We have a non-magnetic stainless steel fridge. We've created a collage of Caroline's & Paul's artwork on the bathroom wall and have a magnetic whiteboard acting as a catch-all for other would be fridge collateral: Jack Raymond's baby announcement, the invitation to Tom & Dawn's wedding, my Lemonheads tickets and a mailer for James' 20th high school reunion next week.
3) If you could get rid of one piece of furniture in your house what would it be and what would you replace it with?
The couch, of course. It's way beyond Febreze. It's beyond industrial strength cleaning. It needs to be set on fire. Over the past few years, it's been subjected to unspeakable things: "unreliable" diapers, Vito doing dirty things to his stuffed rabbit, popsicles, granola bars and mini-pancakes stuffed in between the cushions, magic marker murals scribbled across the back of it, etc. (BTW, don't fear the couch at the Christmas party. We'll flip the cushions over.) Obviously I will replace it with a new couch when the kids are less apt to use it as a hiding place for soiled Pull-Ups and half-eaten snacks.
4) Do you believe in intelligent life on other planets?
Yes. Given the infinite size of the universe, it would seem like a gigantic waste of space if we were the only ones. It'd be short-sighted not to believe that there are intelligent beings elsewhere -- not that I'd ever want to meet any of them. Aliens are scary.
5) What was the last concert you attended? It would've been Keane, had it not been for Tom Chaplin's rehab stint. Instead, the last show I saw was Roger Waters at the Tweeter Center. Great time. Flying pigs and hovering astronauts and psychedelic light shows. I was never a fan of Pink Floyd until I was pregnant with Caroline. For some reason, it was the only music I could listen to. I found it soothing. On any given night, James would come home and find me lying in the dark with empty Devil Dog wrappers scattered around me, listening to Pink Floyd with Vito. The best part was he never found this to be an odd sight. He'd just ask, "Is this the Final Cut?"
16 November 2006
15 November 2006
13 November 2006
Whether busting her Madonna karaoke skills at the Elephant & Jackass or dancing to an 80s wedding band at the Big Cheesy, Dawn was the ultimate bachelorette, inspiring all to join her in this time-honored tradition of dick favors, dancing and drinking one's face off. That said, I am missing a huge chunk of time between exiting the Tommy Van at the Alley and waking up in my rainbow platforms in the Dell'Olio guest room (What a jerk.) Dawnie, on the other hand, overcame some motor skill challenges early on, went the distance and triumphed. An impressive balance of endurance and joie de vivre.
The quote of the evening came from Melanie who whipped out the fuschia loofah-cum-dildo thingy that somehow made it out with us and said to Brownie: "Hey Body, wanna see my cock." Absolutely fantastic.
10 November 2006
K-Fed, we hardly knew thee. While you were mostly known as Mr. Britney Spears and for tacking the word "ass" onto all of your adjectives, you touched all of our souls and made them feel icky. However, we now know that you're an intelligent creature after you recently opened up to GQ about your "amazing ass" GED scores. You've always had a way with the skanks and when you turn on that charming-ass charm, nothing can stop you. "Any of you sexy-ass ladies wanna dance with a pimp." That's the stuff...what a sweetheart. We'll never forget you.
The Pointy Universe invites all to pay tribute to this glorified wigger by taking in an encore performance of him here jamming out to one of his own songs, a "Brazilian ass shaker" called Popozao. This instant classic captures the true essence of all that was K-Fed. I'm thrilled he will be immortalized on YouTube for generations to come.
08 November 2006
Im sliding around in my red fleece socks.
2) Name a song that got stuck in your head recently for any reason.
"Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones. We have a red front door. I want to paint it black. Plan to do it tomorrow. It's that simple.
3) A recent question that you were asked but were unable to answer?
"How big is Cinderella's head?" (Question was posed by Caroline in case that wasn't glaringly obvious)
4) Finish this sentence: I wonder__________ .
I wonder how many people a 10-inch gourmet cheese cake would serve.
5) What did you look like when you were a teenager?
Pretty much the same but with bigger (and browner) hair and chubbier cheeks. I was also much better dressed. Back then, I would have never gone out in public with maple syrup finger prints on my shirt.
07 November 2006
I was supposed to hold a sign and "wave at the dump" last weekend for Deval but ended up going to one of his South Shore rallies instead. I was so enthusiastic about voting for him this morning that I ended up spilling my coffee on my ballot. And I almost had to put a smallish elderly woman in a headlock to get another one. Get out there, vote out the boneheads and truthiness, but don't bring any food or drink into the voting stall...the wee old ladies at the registration table can be complete savages.
06 November 2006
01 November 2006
Moments later, a creepy adult-sized trick-or-treater dressed as an evil-looking Patriots facepainter appeared in the doorway: "Give me all your friggin candy!"
Thankfully, in the back of my mind, I knew it was Pete -- otherwise it would have been kind of scary. Apryl and Baby Nate (A lion cub!) followed behind, continuing Nate's first Halloween tour. "We just scared the hell out of the Nortons too," Pete said, reminding us that he's still the child of the family.