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Today: 12/12/12

We visited the Mayan ruins at Tulum a few years ago, and our trusty tour guide assured us the world is not going to end this year.  So there.  No more worrying.  Today marks the first and last time I will see 12/12/12 on the calendar, though.  Unless, like… I invent a time machine, travel to the year 2112 and take a peek at their calendar.  Or whatever.  I’m much too busy for that.  I’m not too busy to give you 12 jams, 12 places, and 12 books however.

12 favorite jams (of the moment)

  1. The White Panda‘s Drake and Diane mash-up.  Download it immediately.  It’s brilliant.
  2. Led Zeppelin – All My Love
  3. Amy Winehouse – Valerie
  4. Bon Iver – Re: Stacks (perfect for lowering your blood pressure, or napping)
  5. The Killers – All These Things That I’ve Done
  6. Michael Jackson – Human Nature (and also, every song he has ever written, recorded and/or performed… except for the Free Willy theme song)
  7. Nas – One Mic
  8. Pat Green – Carry On (I like to pretend it’s summer when I listen to this song)
  9. Ray Charles – That Spirit of Christmas
  10. The Replacements – Can’t Hardly Wait
  11. Wilson Phillips – Hold On (makes me wish I was in an 80’s girl band… sort of)
  12. Youth Group – Forever Young (and not just because it’s on the Napoleon Dynamite soundtrack)

12 places in Boston that I just love

  1. The courtyard at the Boston Public Library, Copley Square
  2. The Buddha room at the Museum of Fine Arts
  3. Franciscan Hospital for Children
  4. Castle Island
  5. Dorchester Heights
  6. Bapst Library at Boston College
  7. The penguin exhibit at the New England Aquarium
  8. Our roof deck
  9. The Harborwalk in Fort Point
  10. The docks by the Esplinade
  11. Haley House Bakery Cafe in Dudley Square
  12. Murphy Memorial Rink

12 books on my shelf

  1. Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption by Laura Hillenbrand [per Anne‘s recommendation!]
  2. MWF Seeking BFF: My Yearlong Search for a New Best Friend by Rachel Bertsche
  3. It Starts with Food by Melissa and Dallas Hartwig
  4. Anthropology of an American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann
  5. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens (one of the very few books I can read over and over)
  6. Seating Arrangements by Maggie Shipstead
  7. City of Falling Angels by John Berendt (so, so good)
  8. A New Owner’s Guide to Papillions by Deborah Wood (no… we don’t have one… but the papillion was one of forty types of dogs I thought I wanted before we found Clark)
  9. I Was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley
  10. The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing by Melissa Bank
  11. The Apple Lover’s Cookbook by Amy Traverso
  12. Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson (…arrrrgh)

Happy 12/12/12!

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s your favorite jam of the moment?

Today: Our wedding reception.

If that last goofball dancing photo was any indication, I had a blast at our reception.  Before we made our way to the venue, though, we took our little trolley around the corner from St. Cecilia for formal photos with our wedding party and families (including Nick’s grandmother, who traveled from Portugal, and our four month old niece… who traveled from Charlestown).

Incidentally, just a few days after our wedding, our photographers Katherine and Craig welcomed a baby of their own.  He looks like such a love!   I am sure they have their hands full, but I will be sure to share some of our professional photos as soon as we have them.  In the meantime, we’ll make do with random photos posted on Facebook and/or borrowed from my mother’s iPhone.

We met the rest of our guests a bit later in the upper gallery at the Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center for cocktails and hors d’oeuvres (one perk of being a French major: I never misspell hors d’oeuvres… or Jacques Chirac).  The venue staff encouraged us to make use of the gorgeous balcony with a grand entrance, and so we did.  I held onto Nick’s shoulder for dear life as we made our way down the staircase to the main theatre.  If anyone’s likely to tumble into their own wedding reception, it would be me.  Luckily, I stayed upright.  While our wedding party entered to MJ’s “The Way You Make Me Feel,” Nick and I share an affinity for Stevie Wonder with the President and entered to “Signed, Sealed, Delivered.”   We went right into our first dance to Ben Folds’ “The Luckiest,” which is…. welp, my favorite song of all time by a non-Michael Jackson artist.

  • My father and I danced to Van Morrison’s “Have I Told You Lately That I Love You?
  • Nick and his mother danced to Scott Keo’s “All To You
My sister and Nick’s brother, our Maid of Honor and Best Man respectively, delivered the most kind, heartfelt toasts.  Again and again, I kept thinking we really are the luckiest.

I fell in love with the venue the moment we entered the theatre and looked up to see the beautiful preserved ceiling.  The building is a renovated court house and has been hosting weddings for a little over a year.  Their staff was absolutely lovely to work with, and so helpful throughout the process.  Everything came together just as we had hoped, from the flowers to the dessert bar to the tiny canvases my sister helped me turn into table numbers.

The three of us (Nick, my dress and I) floated about the room chatting with friends and family over dinner, but still managed to get a few bites of our own meals.

 

We had a few hiccups along the way (that’s a cute way of saying I grew two new ulcers, right?) with our caterer, but the food itself was great.  Our guests chose between crispy stuffed chicken with Boursin and spinach, and pumpkin ravioli with sage brown butter.  The challenged among us (that would be me) enjoyed a vegetarian, gluten-free falafal cake with a cucumber yogurt dressing.  I took a very dainty bite of our (not gluten-free) ceremonial cake… because really… it was our wedding day.

Kelly at Mix Bakery clearly got our vision and delivered the perfect little mixfetti cake (with pale pink ribbons of frosting), and a full dessert bar for our guests that included carrot cake and peanut butter cup mini cupcakes, miniature whoopie pies, and several varieties of cake pops.

Kelly put together a Pinterest board as we went back and forth on ideas.  Being such a visual person, this was tremendously helpful for me.  Not to mention fun.  And appetite stimulating.  I loved that our friends and family were able to grab sweets and head to the dance floor, without having to wait for a traditional cake service.  And maaaaan, did we dance.  DJ Sheldon had nearly the whole crowd on the dance floor for hours.

I could not have pictured a more perfect day.  Let’s do this again soon.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Crossfit (woooooo!)
  • New animal obsession: rhinos
  • Scheduling Clark’s next therapy dog visit

If you were a DJ, what would your DJ name be?

Today: Obsessed, lately.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Hey, I just met you. And this is crazy, but here are a few songs I’ve been obsessed with lately.

Like any other red-blooded American tween 30-year-old, Call Me Maybe has been stuck in my head since the first time I heard it.  I’ve listened to it so many times, I am pretty sure the lyrics are etched on my soul. Will I ever tire of hearing it?  …Maybe.  When that will be, I do not know.   I promise I am listening to other stuff, too.

Currently on heavy rotation:

Wondering what I listen to when I run?  Click to 7:26 of the most recently released episode of The Team Off Balance Video Blog, produced by Jack atpixelwiremedia.com / rtbrelay.com.

I think Michael Jackson (may he rock in peace) would have appreciated my safety gear.

Also On Tap for Today:

What songs are you obsessed with lately?

Today: Get a regular glove.

My dreams of obtaining The King of Pop’s bedazzled glove have been dashed.  Hoffman Ma, a hotelier from Macao, “won” that bad boy for $420,000 (his high bid of $350,000, plus commission).  MJ wore the sparkler the same day he debuted his signature moonwalk in 1983.  I was one and presumably debuting a regular walk.

If the glove fits, you must... moonwalk. (Photo via LA Times)

I mostly just need a new regular pair of gloves, and $420K is just a bit high… especially for only one glove.  Do you think Mr. Ma will bedazzle a second white glove, so he has a matching, functional pair?  Probably unlikely.  Waaaait a minute!  Amazon sells knock offs?  I might just buy one or two online.  $4.99 seems about right.  Maybe I could turn around and auction one off to Mr. Ma!

OK.  I need to stop.  In fact, I probably shouldn’t have started.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • We are finally, finally moving into our new office space.  All my pieces of flair are packed up.
  • Clark’s first trip to obedience class.  Obey my dog!

What would you bid for one of my old socks?

Today: Poor boys.

This is not a good week for the man and male dog in my life.  Nick left Monday morning for a week-long business trip in Omaha, and if the Omaha part wasn’t bad enough, he landed in Nebraska with a fever of 103.  He’s now down a few degrees and managed to get a flight back to Boston.  Nothing like a day trip to Omaha!  Remind me to delete this post immediately if his fellow passengers all come down with one of the flus.

And then there’s Clark.  I don’t think he had any idea what he was in for this week, but I have a feeling he did at some point yesterday…  More specifically, when the doggie drugs wore off and he realized he was missing a couple… parts.

I honestly tried to pep talk myself into taking the dog to get neutered on my own, while Nick was away, without going too mental.  I even made a proactive call to the vet to make sure I didn’t need to do anything ahead of time (I have no idea what that might involve.  Was I thinking I’d prep him for surgery?).   Regardless, the dog seems to be doing just fine, with the exception of 3:30 this morning when he went totally batty.

This morning’s whining resulted in a call from our door person, informing us that someone had complained about the noise.  My 4 AM instinct was to leave a note reading as follows:

We’re sorry to wake you, but think of it this way: It could be worse.  You could’ve been neutered.  –Your neighbors

Fortunately for everyone, I was too tired to execute this brilliant communique.  Speaking of sorry, I’m terribly sorry Nick’s under the weather, but I’m kind of extremely glad he came home, so Clark (and our building mates) can be mad at both of us.  Just kidding. Neutering is a good thing.  I cannot believe I just typed that.  I’m probably going to vom.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Buy a Michael Jackson face mask
  • Take a serious nap
  • Count down the days until Thanksgiving and then count down the days until Christmas

How are the men in your life holding up?  And how are you warding off the flu?

Today: Save $40? Or waste and hour 40?

Nailpolish

This post was going to about saving $40 by painting my own nails, but I stubbed my toe en route to turn off the tea kettle so it’s back to the drawing board. I did enjoy a nice foot soak in my absent roommate’s decorative bowl. I’m kidding. I used the tub. Regardless, neither my fingers nor toes turned out well enough to warrant photo-documenting or writing about them. That doesn’t mean I won’t.

So while I waited for my polish to dry for a second time, I got to Yahooing and Googling and came across the NYT’s Most Searched Words for the past 24 hours. This might be the only time I won’t argue that Sarah Palin is #1. Talk about a half-baked Alaskan. And if you’re wondering about the history of the baked Alaska, originally called the Florida-Alaska cake, visit here. Frankly speaking, it sounds un-tasty.

As I applied the top coat on my fingers, I tuned into 20/20 just in time to see Barbara Walters surprise Stevie Wonder while singing “I Just Called..” If you’re Barbara Walters, and she is, I suppose you can get away with asking a living legend to sing only to randomly make the solo performance a duet. The show featured clips, including Mr. Wonder’s performance, from the Michael Jackson tribute at the Staples Center earlier in the day. I think far and away, though, the most moving moment occured with Al Sharpton’s address to MJ’s children:

Man, can he preach. I bumped into him once in the Bronx. True story.

While my fingers dried, I watched 20 minutes of the local news and learned all about Old Ironsides. Hoping to check out the Tall Ships later this week.

By the time 10:30 rolled around, I had made one trip to CVS for additional supplies (a nail file and polish remover), changed the color on my toes twice, applied two Band-aids and needed to mop the bathroom floor. Did I really save $40, or did I waste an hour and 40 minutes?

At the end of the day, I went to bed with DIY polish (which truthfully, didn’t turn out all that bad the second time), but quite pleased with myself. Taking almost a full two hours to accomplish next to nothing felt PDG.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • Buy one of those old person missing things systems. In the past three days I have misplaced a day planner, an umbrella, a water bottle, an iPod charger, my dignity and my pride.

How do you waste time? And where the heck did I put all my stuff?