hippie hair
i am sitting here enjoying how my hair smells like helen's hippie conditioner. it smells lovely. after a long afternoon / evening of cleaning the apartment and straightening things up and organizing, i also cleaned the bathroom and put up my new shower curtain and took the longest most wonderful shower ever. my shower yesterday was awful because we had no hot water.
what have i been doing since my last post? well i went to pittsburgh for a week, where it was amazing and bittersweet as i knew i'd have to leave eventually. kimmy and i trekked to ohio so i could be a bridesmaid in the dorkiest wedding ever (tm). (the groomsmen came out to the altar to "the imperial march." from star wars. i kid you not.) kimmy was the best date ever and i think i behaved alright but i was puking up all that whiskey the next morning (i haven't puked from drinking since sophomore year of college) and could consume nothing but ginger ale for a long time after.
i came back here to helen and my meow-meows and worked a bit at the library but also was feeling ill as the cold that started to come on in ohio lingered a bit longer. helen and i stocked the house with organic food and have made lovely simple meals (including some tempeh/arugula over brown rice that *i* made that actually tasted good).
there are so many things to tell and photos to post but i am so lazy. and it's 1:30am and i have to work tomorrow afternoon so i should sleep.
i have been keeping an online diary for 5.5 years now. craziness.
xo.
Posted by ree at 01:35 AM
Lovely Ree,
You were a wonderful guest, and I am sorry for your puking, but I believe that being hunted (because you were HUNTED) by three men - all of whom are very lovely and intelligent and kind, but not overly attractive in the visual department unless you've known them for six months - all trying to get you to come to THEIR room that evening (and I am sorry I didn't notice it, but I had just gotten MARRIED, and I was not part of the 75% statstic of couples who don't fuck on the night of their wedding, and I was kind of on cloud nine. Really, I didn't figure it out until I had come back to Cowtown and the three men in question never stopped asking about you and I was like "Oh god! I left my best friend to be hunted down by lonely men on my wedding night!" but mostly I was like "I feel like shit and I have to get on a plane for 10 hours to fly far away, which is good and bad, but I think I am going to die.") would cause drive someone to try and forget about what was actually HAPPENING to her and have some fun with it.
And you're beautiful and I have a wonderful picture of you and Kimmy. Also a very funny picture of you and my mother's boyfriend dancing where your body language is totally "Get away from me!" and his is "Heeeey" (Fonzie style).
And I miss you! I haven't heard from you in so long,
Much love,
Jordania (AKA: The dorkiest bride ever)
