reckoning

while my blogmate continues to put the best stuff in my arsenal to shame with her witty, insightful banter, i remain stuck in a cycle of blog indecision, perseverating about transient, meaningless events that, though entertaining to me as an amalgam, fail to come together in even an amusing, if not interesting way.


i hang my head in shame...


but continue to laugh on the inside (and sometimes even out loud) about the weird series of things i've heard, seen, done, and said in the last month.


while in france i learned that my seventeen year old french skater punk cousin - along with his entourage of french skater punk friends - actually poured a concrete skate park in the barn, much to the delight of his parents who basque in the transferred glow of youthful spontaneity while also enjoying the peace of mind that accompanies knowing the exact whereabouts of their youngest child.


from french b.f.e. we moved on to italian b.f.e. for a few days of raucous wedding partying and outright euro summer camp. there was lots of drinking and eating and driving around looking for the slovenian border, and of course a story that started, "let me tell you about the most famous transvestite in trieste," and ended, "but then he moved to london... and became a baker... and i don't think he's a transvestite anymore."

i got back from my european adventure and rolled right into my highly anticipated 30th birthday weekend. it's hard to pick what goes on the highlight real, but up there on the list are:
1) zillions of disney princess cupcakes, thoughtfully provided by my blog mate
2) zillions of friends at the village tap on roscoe, along with a decent handful of stragglers and 3 anorexic crashers who stole cupcakes and ran
3) zillions of beers
and of course,
4) the great 30th birthday festival crawl, orchestrated by my blogmate, dh, and kl (in absentia) - you'd think seven festivals in seven hours was too much... but you'd be wrong.

then i went on to new orleans to vist my allegedly convalescing mother who, even with half a lung missing, had the stamina for the zydeco/seafood festival (where i wondered why i had never before tried char-grilled oysters, easily the best food on the planet), the creole tomato festival (where we ate fried-green-tomatoes, easily the second best food on the planet), and a matinee showing of "waitress" (featuring nathan fillion, easily one of the hotest guys on the plant). once i'd finally managed to wear out my mother i went out drinking with my good friend lr, drank a mint julep (i'm sorry, one more time: hands down the best drink on the planet) and found myself happily being driven around new orleans in her convertible, giggling in the passenger seat as she muttered expletives under her breath and made grave announcements along the lines of, "i can't talk to you right now, i'm concentrating on not peeing."

from there i'll skip past the tragic tales of my soul-sucking professional life and move on to the next weekend of binge drinking, this time in honor of my good blogmates upcoming nuptuals... and of course drag queens. so there was a bridal brunch complete with an omelet station (for which i take no credit) and a pretty well stocked bar (for which i take all the credit), and then there was my second annual pride parade party... both welcome excuses for pre-noon drinking, for the acquisition of pressure cookers, and for hanging out with my most awesome friends.

so none of this really comes together very well, except to remind me that while i may not be beating men off with a stick, winning the lottery, or fitting into my skinny jeans, i do have a pretty interesting life... which i am apparently too busy to blog about.