So I’ve been lacking in the posting department lately. So I’ll try to make this one a doozy. Let’s seee…..
First, let me say how much I enjoy hearing NPR radio personalities say “Wu-tang Clan”. Twice in the past month or so, I have heard interviews on NPR with some rapper from said group and I can’t tell you how much it tickles me to hear Terry Gross from Fresh Air or Steve Inskeep from Morning Edition quote rap lyrics and get all street with The Rza. (Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m as white as they are. I’d sound just as ridiculous. But I’m not on the radio.)
Weddings….Friday night was my hairdresser Catherine’s wedding in Baton Rouge. It was lovely. Her dress was gorgeous. Oy. Stunning. We’re about the same size (or close enough) and she offered to let me borrow it. What a temptation…but I do love my dress too. More. So I won’t be taking her up on that. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. The reception was fun, too, considering a) George hates going to weddings so was a bit grumpy (not too bad though) and b) we hardly knew anyone and c) we had to drive back to New Orleans, exhausted, afterwards. And before you think that you have to invite your hairdresser to your wedding (and vice-versa), Catherine has been cutting my hair for almost ten years and she’s more like a friend now.
On Saturday afternoon, Regan and I went to check out bridesmaids dresses at this crazy-busy bridal store in Metairie. Afterwards, we went to the mall and I splurged on a cashmere-silk pink cardigan from Banana Republic. I have been wanting one to wear over my dress, in case it gets chilly (wedding dress, that is) and this one was too gorgeous to pass up. And I’m about to get paid for a website I just worked on, so I could afford it. I can’t wait to go visit my dress again and try the sweater on over the dress.
That evening, I went to another wedding, of Richie and Allee, a couple that lives in our neighborhood. It was a very nice wedding and the food was delish. Went with some other pub people and I wore my new sweater. Was careful to only drink clear liquids, but fortunately I didn’t spill.
Last night George and I went to see Fever Pitch. I loved it. (Even though the original British version, starring Colin Firth holds a special place in my heart.) Poor George, though. I am always dragging him to romantic comedies. To be fair, though, I did watch the third episode of the new Doctor Who with him before the movie. So it was a fair trade.