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Last night was amazing. We met with Natasha, hit up Whole Foods, and headed over to Erin's house around 7. We grilled, drank, and then danced danced danced to the DJ's music by the pool. We got the DJ to play FREEDOM, which he didn't want to do, but you really can't argue with 2 redheads who want you to play FREEDOM on the 4th. The (self righteous) (jerk of a) DJ insulted George while I was requesting the song, but I let it go in the spirit of Independence Day. Eventually we felt pretty hot and definitely drunk. SO we stole all of Erin's bikinis and jumped into the pool, which was absolutely lovely and perfectly heated. The fireworks started while we were in the pool, and a douche bag started bothering us (he asked what we did for a living. we made him guess and he suggested that half of us must do clerical work, then someone yelled at him to get his glass out of the pool and he wouldn't, so we gave him the cold shoulder and he called us faggots under his breath. charming.). we ditched the pool and ran upstairs to watch the gorgeousness from Erin's balcony. Fireworks by the needle were cool, but Lake Union fireworks definitely won. There were cream puffs, squares, sparkly pants, pony tails, weeping willows, and smiley faces in the sky. Then I broke Erin's table, for which I am eternally sorry. Then we went to McLeod Residence and danced some more. They were having Halloween in July over there, which was pretty awesome. At some point, Buster hijacked a crazy horn hat and soon it was after last call so we ended up with all of these people on our roof for a bonfire. I can still smell campfire in the air. I don't know what time we went to bed and I don't know how I don't feel like absolute crap, but I don't. In fact, I'm pretty super happy sitting here and stealing glances at my adorable sleeping Buster, who rallied me out of bed and to the shower an hour ago and I guess forgot to rally himself.

Thanks again to Erin! I hope we didn't leave too much of a mess. You know, aside from the table and all. (Yikes!)

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Today I have to clean the whole house, do Clarita's hair, and work on this whole invitation business. Invitations will be in the mail by the end of the week. I find this awfully exciting, slightly terrifying, and totally awesome. Holy smokes, this wedding is happening! The invitations are hilarious and gorgeous. I'll show everyone what the talanted Sara and Thor designed for us once the mailers are out.
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Buster disagrees with me, but I thought Cloverfield was disappointing. Why does everyone insist on blowing up NYC all the time? The scenes in lower Manhattan where buildings are collapsing and dust is pouring down the street were just plain exploitative. That pissed me off. I also had to close my eyes a few times because the hand-held camera business made me motion sick.

In other movie news, we watched Shortbus last night and I had to leave the room at the end. It was all just too much home to me. The Hungry Marching Band playing in the last scene was the clincher. Seeing them play in such a wild wonderful party made me so homesick that, for the first time since moving, I couldn't stand the idea of no-longer being a full-time New Yorker. According to a high-percentage of movies made, New York is the only place to get laid. The only place to blow up. The only place to seek redemption. Ect. I don't know how anyone who loves that city could move away and not be overwhelmed with homesickness after seeing so much NYC in the media. It's everywhere you look. I said last night that I wouldn't watch another NY-centric film for a while and bam, tonight we watched Cloverfield anyhow.

Aside from watching movies, we've had ourselves another major bought of productivity over this weekend. We've constructed bookshelves, purchased a new lamp, rearranged almost every bit of furniture, and installed a styling chair for haircuts of the future! This place is going to look amazing once we're finished with Apartment Therapy.

I seem to get a LOT more done when I'm not drinking. Time just stretches on and on through my day lately; usually I feel as if time and I are in a fast race. Of course, all this surreal clock quality could have to do with the fact that I'm not yet working. I'm sure that time will catch up and pass me within the first moments of February, when I fly to the East Coast to tend to a full schedule.

I can't wait for that, honestly. It will be amazingly good to see old familiar faces. Bride's maid #2 is visiting me in Delaware from DC during my time there, and I am stoked to get fitted for my dress with her. Also, I'll be staying with Amanda in Chelsea while in NYC, and thus will be out EVERY NIGHT.

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