Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Tuesday, May 16, 2006 It's always better on holiday, so much better on holiday....Well, I'm currently on my last full day of my week getaway to Florida. As all vacations, it has gone by way too fast, and I think that's because we've been keeping ourselves super busy while I'm here. Usually when I come down to visit the rentals, after a few days of waking up at 10am, reading my book on the lanai, and eating as much fish and seafood as I can, I get a little stir crazy and remember why I don't miss living with my parents. But that feeling hasn't set in yet.
On Friday, we drove ourselves allllll the way down to Key West for a friend's wedding (my roommate's sister), who I've known since I was about 8. And I must admit, hands down, that it was the most beautiful wedding I've ever been to. Ever. And ever. If anyone ever tells you that a beach wedding is overrated and not worth it, you can tell them to take their stuffy indoor wedding and shove it. I've never really thought they were super-fantastic either, but once I saw the bride with orchids in her hair, all of the bridal party in flip flops, and the couple saying their vows with their feet in the sand with the backdrop of the ocean, I'll admit it, I'm a convert. (Once I have the pics my parents took, I will post them to back up my claims). The night was perfect with a pleasant breeze, and one can more easily excuse the wild congo line to "Hot Hot Hot" as just being a side-effect of the environment. So, it was a wonderful evening, in spite of the 7 hour one-way drive from Orlando to Key West. (Side note: You'll be pleased to know that I managed rather well over the multiple hour trip through the bridges of the Keys. Mostly because the "bridges" were mostly just islands, and the ones that were legitimately suspended over water were not that high for me to panic over. Except the "7 Mile Bridge". I didn't care for that one too much, in height, or in length).
So since we returned on Saturday, I've just been lounging around. Reading. Eating seafood. Yesterday, my mom and I went to Disney World, and although I've mentioned this everytime I've visited and we've gone there, I still get that stupid goofy excitement like I was a 7-year old. Just the excitement of seeing Cinderella's castle (which they've jazzed up by the way), makes me a bonafide little kid again. But Blancho and I had a great time -- it wasn't too blistery hot, as we all know that I become the worlds biggest crabass when I get hot (one should not poke me with butterfly garden stakes at that moment). And we went on most of the rides (although I didn't get my wish of the Dumbo ride, since the wait was 40 minutes and all) and got soaked on one of the water rides, leaving me smelling like recycled, sour water for the rest of the evening. But I enjoyed watching little kids wave at the animatronic dolls in "It's a Small World". And the guy waiting in line for "It's a Small World" with a t-shirt that said, "Smoke a Fatty." Ahhh, nothing says quintessential children's attraction like a good old marijuana reference. But it was a great great day, and I wish I could pretend to be a little kid more often.
Well, it's going to be cloudy and rainy here today, so I don't know what we'll end up doing. (Note: this is not me complaining that it's cloudy and rainy, as I am aware that it has been raining, pretty much non-stop in Michigan since my plane left the ground last Wednesday). But I come back to reality tomorrow, with hopefully a more relaxed mindset, and a bit of a tan to make my co-workers feel bad that I was on vacation and they weren't (feel free to add your own, "Na na na na na na" there as needed). I hope you've had a nice week, and that you can jet away sometime soon for a self-indulgent, nothin-but-nothing week. It's totally and completely worth it. At least it makes me complain in my blog a lot less. Which is a good start.
