MOVING DAY 1
Dear Internets,
Here’s the deal. I’m sitting at my little bistro table on the side of my house drinking a 3 year old chilled can of champagne. (Hey, it’s in the PM, so drinking is fair game). The packers have just left from packing all our belongings and I figured what better time to blog than now. Blog thirty. Well, more like Blog fifty-nine.
Oh yeah, I’m moving to nyc.
Sorry I forgot to tell you, Internets. I haven’t felt much like writing because a crazed about-to-move tiny blonde does not a happy blogger make.
Oh yeah, I dyed my hair brown.
For my own personal record and for any of you I haven’t seen in person to tell, here is how it all went down, as they say:
-Got a job offer in September-ish to be a copywriter at an agency that rhymes with Crotchy & Crotchy.
-Thought it over with Husband and Dog (+ my girl-other-halves…you know who you are.)
-Replied “um…yes” to said job offer at the Crotchy place.
-Commence the excitement. Then the panic.
-More excitement.
-And then some more panic.
Then a few really good things happened here. LIKE…..
Road trip! To Montaner with Amander. Well, this happened right before the madness but it was so fun and so country it’s worth mentioning. A local actually said to Amanda and I, “I shore would like to have a twosome with you gals”. Oh, Montana math. Also, they don’t really have accents there, so…….sorry.
Went to Port Townsend with BFF Fae, her Mom and her Mom’s BFF. It was like a BFFapalooza. Cue the photo.
We closed a totally successful run of 80’s Confidential with The Heavenly Spies. Is there any other way? As if. Like, oh my god!
I packed up the VW (car, not bus…I wish!) and headed South to PDX to hang with mama Roxanne (yes, coolest name ever), Dad, celebrate brother’s b-day and then spend some time with the other halves of my soul. I got to see Sugar Q do their full show. IT. WAS. GORGEOUS. We also went to
The Mercury Talent Show where Sauce won a couple years back. And I got to stay at Ebie’s house. For, like, days. Plural. I want to go back. Now.
The usual suspects and I went to Seattle for Obama at The McLeod Residence before it closed. Not to mention I got to vote for Barack Obama oh-so-officially via my mail-in ballot. Phew!
Um…who’s not obsessed with
Frances Farmer? I know I am. So we all took a ladies spookball trip to The Thornewood Castle for a very private screening of Steven King’s Rose Red (which was filmed at the castle), some red wine Ouija mayhem followed by a visit to Ye Olde Western Hospital for the Insane. I mean……we even wrote and recorded a spooky soundtrack for the weekend. Ahh ahh ahhhhhhhh. (woah, inside joke.) ORB CHECK!
Another can ‘O champagne bites the dust. More to come.
