Crazybananas

This past weekend, a little group of girls I like to call the Gleeks came over for a mini-marathon of our favorite musical dramedy, Glee. You see, Glee has been off the air since December, and while new episodes won’t be on until April, the five of us decided we missed our Wednesday night geek-outs, and wanted to get together before the season premiere to kareoke a bit and also, swoon over Noah Puckerman.

We plunked down with our remote controls in hand and our vegan snacks at the ready (for Miss Mara, our resident future president of PETA), and watched a good four episodes. I also made summer beer for the occasion, to celebrate not only our fabulousity, but also to celebrate that spring is FINALLY upon us. You may know that summer beer is made of the following ingredients:

- Beer
- Vodka
- Lemons
- Lemonade
- Love

Well, after a few summer beers, the taunting began. There was taunting over my wildly successful meeting with Lauren Conrad, taunting of Mikayla, who is newly pregnant (squeeee!!!!!!) and couldn’t partake in the summer beer/wine drinking, but most of all, taunting of Mara, who somehow totally jacked up her car, and was driving around her brother’s camero until it was fixed.

You can tell where this is going, right?

Well, while Mikayla was sent out for more beer (God, we’re the worst friends ever, sorry Mikayla! At least you got ice cream too!), we decided it was only natural to do a photoshoot on Mara’s camero. Because, hello! Red! Camero! That’s just asking for some dumb blondes to jump on the hood and do their best Tawny Kitaen impression. On a Sunday. Afternoon. In suburbia.

Lane played the part of Annie Leibovitz and wouldn’t stop until the perfect shot was captured. By this point I believe Mara was on the ground. I think she was laughing, but she may have been crying.

Obviously, the next step was to climb atop Katie’s Yaris, whose teeny, tiny hood was just begging to be in on the fun.

This was about the time that Mikayla drove up, lovely and pregnant, carrying our 12-pack of beer and two Dairy Queen blizzards, probably wondering what the hell she was doing hanging out with us.

Yeah, I don’t know either.

After all of that, Lane and Mikayla both left the Glee-fest to do very important things. Lane claimed she was going grocery shopping. But within minutes she was live-tweeting the Oscars. I’m on to you, Odle!!! Mikayla probably went home and deleted all of us from her contact list. We were that awesome.

Somehow, I not only convinced Mara and Katie to stay, but also convinced them to watch all three parts of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog and a half an episode of Skins. After which Mara and I started freaking out about Anwar (the character from Skins) being in Slumdog Millionaire to which Katie replied, “I’ve never seen Slumdog Millionaire,” which of course led to Mara and I screaming “WHAT?!!” and forcing her to watch that movie in it’s entirety. When that was over, we made Trent bring us Mexican food and then we watched an episode (or two?) of Roswell.

Tune in next week when we’ll be featuring a day long marathon of the Cutting Edge, leading up to the premiere of the Cutting Edge 4: Fire and Ice. No, I am not kidding.

I bet after I posted all those Space Camp pictures a few years back, you all thought I couldn’t get much cooler, right? Damn, were you wrong.

Last month, quite unceremoniously, after three hundred and sixty five photos were taken, the NYC + KC Project ended. Our last pictures were taken on February 2nd, and since then, we both have been stalling, not uploading our final shots. Maybe to draw it out longer, maybe because we were just so very “done” and didn’t want to mess with it anymore. Probably a bit of both.

I still have to go through the last month’s worth of photos and place them side by side, but for now, here’s our last shot.

T, thanks so much for doing this project with me. I’ve loved every minute of seeing the world through your lens. I can’t believe we actually made it….well, actually I can. Thanks for sticking it out, and thanks for encouraging me when I wanted to quit. I’m so glad we did this together, it was worth every minute of uploading on a Saturday night, and then some.

Cappie from Greek. Huhmuna huhmuna…yowza.

Runner up: Baze from Life Unexpected.
Third place: Sid from Skins.

(I think I have a type. Is it that obvious?)

By the way, Trent installed a TV in our bedroom. Betcha couldn’t tell, huh? Until the temperature rises above 20 degrees, I think I’ll be spending most of my time there. So if you need me, you know where to find me.

I have had a hard week.

It seems like everything that could go wrong, did.

1. Workload exploded.
2. Family member got really, really, scarily sick.
3. My medical condition got worse.
4. I pulled my shoulder muscle during yoga.
5. There was no wine in the house, so I had to have a glass of nasty honey-flavored whiskey that someone left over Christmas.
6. I gained five pounds.
7. Lucy wants to move to her friend Haven’s house ’cause “They are way more fun.”
8. I opened a can of concentrated grape juice and spilled it all over the kitchen floor. And I can’t get it clean. It’s impossible. It will be sticky for all eternity.
9. I literally left a bag with three items on top of my car and drove out of the Target parking lot. With people laughing and pointing. One of the items was a jumbo box of tampons. It was awesome.
10. My dog somehow got into Lu’s Valentine’s candy and is now acting like she’s on crack.

Yesterday Trent was all, “What is up with you?” And I responded, “What?! You want me to go eat a f***ing rainbow or something!” He’s so lucky to be married to me.

So I’m trying to perk up a bit today. Well, after this morning with the grape juice and the floor. That included some sobbing, but now, NOW, I’m ready to bring some sunshine into my life and stop listening to The Rosebuds on repeat. And The XX. And Bon Iver. And Fleet Foxes. Because that depressing crap is making me want to sacrifice myself to the wolves, and not the good kind that turn into hot, young Native American vampire killers.

Instead, I’m dancing in my car. Flailing around to some funky beats. And I think it’s catching.

(Music is Odessa by Caribou)

I feel better already…

Marriage is work. Hard, hard work. Those two people up there? Well, they had no effing clue. And thank god for that, or else we probably wouldn’t have made it. Here’s hoping if you have a steady Valentine, you’re getting ready to show each other some love. And if you don’t, here’s hoping you feel like those two crazy kids pictured above. Happy, naive and open to whatever the future holds.

To my Valentine, thanks for putting up with me. I will be proud to stand by your side during the zombie apocolypse. Mostly because you’ll be the one with a well-thought out plan. But also because I love you. And you’re cute. XOXO.