Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Table 11 baby...

I'm not in Vermont yet. I am still here on Williams Street sitting amongst a conglomeration of boxes, bags and dog hair. I know I said I wasn't going to update until I was up in the new abode, but I have one more day of internet access, so here I am. Also, when I get there I'll be talking about the move, and I wanted to share a little bit about my weekend.

As some of you already know, last weekend J and I went to Boston for a wedding. We've known the groom (Johnny!!) since Freshman year of college. In the 8 years that followed he was roommate to either J or I, or both of us. He found a super cool chick and they got married!!! I will be taking some credit for the pairing...Allow me to share:


  • At J's and my wedding (what is the proper way to say that? Come on you English majors, school me), Js friend A-Girl and my friend P-boy meet.

  • A-Girl and P-boy begin to date and A-Girl moves to DC to be with P-boy.

  • P-boy and Johnny are in the same circle of friends.

  • A-Girl's best friend G-Girl visits and meets Johnny.

  • G-Girl and Johnny hit it off and begin dating.

  • Johnny moves to Boston to be with G-Girl.

  • Johnny and G-Girl got married last weekend!!!


So, yes, I expect many thanks and accolades, as it is clear without J and I's existence the 2 would never have met. And P diddy, I don't want to hear you try to trump my clear and concise pathology with your own...Nacho's interference is primary and therefore more causational (is that a word?) But if I hog all the credit for Johnny's happy outcome, I suppose I must take responsibility for the A-Girl P-boy result as well...um, not as happy.....I dare say somewhat tragic. But this site is to air my own dirty laundry, not the innocent unmentionables of others, so ZIP! My lips are sealed.

Well, the wedding was truly beautiful. And it had the bonus of gathering some of my most favorite people in the world in one location. Both Pdiddy and Mrs. T were there and reinforced my belief that I am blessed with some fo the best friends a girl can have. Though our time together was a little more tame than usual, as a pregnant Nacho does not get to partake in cocktails, there were many laughs and lots of hugs...Perhaps a few tears. (Tame on my end...I sipped appreciatively on my Shirley Temple while Pdiddy, Mrs. T and J slammed 'carbombs' at The Black Rose. )

I discovered my boogie is somewhat attached to the booze and my dancing shoes did not get much action. I realized how much wine is a social lubricant for me...sobering. Well I was already sober, but you know what I mean. But don't worry, it was still a blast. I wish I had some pics, but I left the camera in a cab...good job Nacho! As if the weekend wasn't expensive enough....argh.

Even though I didn't experience the kind of hangover I am accustomed to, I am now dealing with a "Friend Hangover"...it's the melancholy feeling that always follows good times with good friends that you don't get to see very often. It's a combination of heartfelt appreciation and regret. Appreciation for having people so wonderful in your life, but regrets that the limited time together could have been spent with more gusto...or more awareness...or something. Or maybe just that you wish there was more time. Or in this case, less distance. But there is always the next time to look forward to...and the hope that there will always be a next time.

Ok, enough of the sentimental crap. My ladies rock, and the dudes aren't too shabby either! nuff said.

Quote of the Weekend

"White creamy stuff? I can't get enough."
-P Diddy



(Get-your-mind-out-of-the-gutter-clarification: In response to Js aversion to products with such attributes...in particular, salad dressing)

5 comments:

P-Diddy in Sin City said...

Clearly, the only way to solve this problem is too all chip in and buy an island, grow our own food and build a tiki bar.

P-Diddy in Sin City said...

Also, when I got home, I sat on my balcony, totally cried, looking out at the mountains and realizing how F-ING FAR AWAY I am from the best peeps ever. I share your withdrawl.

P-Diddy in Sin City said...

As for the white creamy stuff, my middle name might as well be sour cream. I also loved J's and my conversation that went something like this:

Me: So no sour cream?
J: No.
Me: Not even on nachos?
J: Nope.
Me: Wait, so no cottage cheese?
J: OH FUCK NO.

Mrs. T said...

What an amazing weekend - I can't even tell you how many times I laughed so hard it either hurt or I cried, or both. Man, how did we get this lucky? Seriously . . .

Ok, I am off to buy some crocs!

amy. said...

Yay! Nacho update! I'm glad you had a good weekend. I can't wait to read all about your new adventures in B-town.