vacation, all i ever wanted

Ahhh... I am officially finished with work until Tuesday. I usually hate people who flaunt the fact that they are off when others have to work but...actually, I just don't give a shit this time around, especially since I am going to be working most of next weekend on moving our office to Madison Avenue, plus that entire work week is just going to be the biggest headache ever and I am dreading it like you can't believe. So I am going to enjoy my couple of days off and the hell with anyone who makes me feel badly about it.

I'm watching "The Snuke" episode of "South Park." Did I ever mention this show is brilliant and Matt Stone and Trey Parker are two of my heroes?

I bought a new digital camera last night. Same camera, a Canon Elph, but 8.0 Mega Pixels, and I can't imagine ever needing anything higher than that to take pictures of my friends and I drinking, which is pretty much the only thing I take pictures of, as evidenced by my Facebook page. That and my really cute baby cousins.

I'm too entranced in "South Park" to write anymore. Everyone have a fantastic weekend and I'll see you all when I get back from my hangover.

working for the weekend

This short work week (for me) is being sandwiched by two pretty awesome weekends, the latter much more so than the former. At least for me. Last weekend began with an awesome show at Rum Runners. We filled the place up pretty well and I think we made a good impression on the owners. I kept circulating through the place, trying to get my friends to agree to making Rum Runners "the new Carriage House." It's sad how much I miss a bar but really, it was such a great place to hang out, not to mention the fact that I pretty much drank for free whenever I was there. I have begged my father countless times to open a new bar but he adamantly refuses. I guess I honestly have no idea how much work goes into it, so I shouldn't try to put that on him. But anyway, people were iffy at best about Rum Runners becoming the new CH, but they did seem to like it, especially Pete, as referenced by his blog entry. So I can probably get people to go back there another time, since I'm sure we'll be playing there again. And next time, I won't drive so I can fully partake in the beer pong table and not play one game versus Matt and Mike and get wholly embarassed upon.

Saturday was Kim and Dave's wedding in sunny, beautiful Connecticut. Seriously, no one could have asked for a more perfect day for an outside wedding mere feet from a beach. It was amazing. It would have been better for me had I not sat in over an hour of traffic and had less than 45 minutes to shower and get ready. Have I mentioned how much I love New York City highways? They really get you where you need to be, lickety split! Anyway, after the mad rush to get there, the rest of the day ran smoothly. After the wedding, which ended at 9, a bunch of us hung out in the hotel bar, watching drunk people dance to two guys playing acoustic guitars. I also spent a good portion of the night talking to a guy who had edited "Tropic Thunder." If you haven't seen it, the first 10 minutes are my favorite part. I'm sure you'll agree when you do see it.

As for the upcoming weekend... it's almost too good to put into words. I've never been anywhere else but Roxbury for Labor Day weekend and I hope to never be. It is the weekend of weekends. Not even just because of the drinking... oh, the drinking... but because of the food and the costumes and the dancing and the family. The family is really the most important part of the whole thing. I see my family an awful lot, even more so now that I don't have a set date every weekend, but this weekend really epitomizes what we are: a great big group of people who love each other and love to party. I am so, so haopy to be a part of that.

ironic

I was listening to the song "Ironic" on my iPod during my commute this morning... are we seriously expected to believe that every single person who heard that song being created, from Alanis herself, to the musicians, to the producer, to the engineer, to the record executives, failed to realize that the word ironic was being used incorrectly? I guess when you have a catchy beat and a good hook, nobody cares that the song is going to be confusing people for years about the correct definition of a word. Take these lyrics:

Mr. Play it Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase, kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down, he thought, "Well, isn't this nice?"

Couldn't they have gone with something like this?:

Mr. Play it Safe was afraid to fly
Every flight he booked and cancelled flew safely through the sky
When at last, he decided it was finally time to go
That was the plane that crashed and he died in a fiery inferno

Now granted, it's still in the beginning stages... but that is the correct definition, right? Every flight was safe except for the one he went on? Now I'm not even sure. Someone back me up on this.

everybody else is doing it, so why can't i?

Okay, I already have a blog over at LiveJournal, but for some reason, I feel tempted to start a new one. Probably because I'm having so much fun reading my friends' efforts and Blogger just looks so neat and spiffy... of course, when I'm feeling geeky, I can't post a tiny picture of Aragorn the way I can on LJ but, you know, you can't have everything.

So, I'm here.

Things have been okay lately in my life. I'm not going to say they're great because, although I'm happy, I'm really not HAPPY. That uppercase really does make a difference. When I think about how lucky I am, I sometimes feel ashamed that I am not constantly bouncing off the walls and spreading cheer everywhere I go... which sounds like a hybrid between Gummi and Care Bears. But, honestly, I have a wonderful family, I have a great apartment with good roommates, some awesome friends, and a job that, for the most part, allows me to live the lifestyle I want to live. I can't complain about any of that. But, you know... not everything is perfect.

Is it wrong to want everything to be perfect?