Friday, July 28, 2006

I've been tagged

HollyRhea tagged me for this one. And since she apparently has a human head in her freezer, I thought I should comply.

Five items in my freezer:

1. Flavor-Ice
2. beer mug
3. vodka
4. chicken cordon bleu
5. half-eaten giant cookie Chris won’t let me throw away

Five items in the closet:

1. lots and lots of newspaper clips
2. scary Christmas decorations that we never, ever display at Christmastime but we feel bad throwing away because we got them from relatives
3. stolen handicapped parking sign
4. a second iron, still in box
5. dog hair

Five items in the car (Sigh. I no longer own a car, so here are five items in Christopher’s car)

1. graduation cap and gown
2. half of our tupperware
3. lots and lots of clothing, including a jacket we found in the trunk last weekend that neither of us had ever seen before
4. golf shoes
5. dog hair

Five items in my backpack:

1. work
2. lots of red pens
3. Women’s Health Magazine
4. MP3 player
5. feminine hygiene products

Five people I tag:

1. Chase
2. Jessi
3. Dave
4. Melinda
5. Dan

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Self-Portrait as a Pole Dancer

There's this very interesting bar in Wrigleyville with batting cages and dueling pianos on the same floor. Yeah, I don't see the connection either. Anyway, on top of these dueling pianos is a pole next to which many people like to dance. A few months ago, after consuming a few too many 7&7s (about two. I'm a lightweight. I also like to blame all my indiscretions on alcohol), I started to fall asleep in my chair at this bar. However, once I heard the dueling piano players begin the tune "Bohemian Rhapsody," I immediately sprang from my Canadian-whiskey-induced stupor and proceeded to dance on pianos. Everyone else was doing it, I swear.

Anyway, following this evening of pole dancing, Chris decided to tell everyone (including my parents, his parents, his employers, etc.) about my activities. I denied, denied! DENIED! that it ever happened. But alas, my soon-to-be husband captured the event on his camera phone. (Hence, super-low-res photo.)

So there you have my first forway into pole dancing. I'm pretty sure I have a future in this: I hear that sneakers, baggy jeans and green t-shirts are what all the successful pole dancers wear. Get out your dollars, fellas.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

A Summary

To an outsider, my life would sound a lot like this right now: Blah blah blah, editing, blah blah blah, invitations, blah blah blah, interviews, blah blah blah, learning and development programs, blah blah blah bridal shower, blah blah blah human capital management, blah blah blah bachelorette party.

Sounds exciting, doesn’t it?

Actually, I’m enjoying the wedding-planning part. The planning has crossed over from the “so much to do, so little time” phase into the “holy crap, we’re getting married for real” phase. But it’s not scary as much as exciting. I think the crossover came when Chris got his passport in the mail. That sort of solidified that hey, we’re getting married, and guess what? We get to jet off to Europe afterward.

I’m also getting excited about our respective bachelor/ette parties. I keep telling myself that I’m not going to get too wasted at my party because my bridal shower is the next day. But who am I kidding? We all know Sarah can’t hold her booze.

Chris has a ton of his friends coming in town for his party, and I keep thinking that it’s going to be awesome to see all his friends again. And then I remember that it’s a bachelor party, which means I don’t get to go. Well poo.

However, I have decided that the weekend of Chris’s party, I am going to try to schedule my appointment for my dry run of my hair for the wedding, possibly go to a spa for a facial and maybe do a little shopping for my rehearsal dinner dress. And if I have time, I’m going to splurge on some junk food, like Giordano’s or Portillos. Because nothing says blushing bride like greasy cheese and Italian beef.

Thursday, July 13, 2006


Someday I'm going to post on here again. A day when I actually have some free time to think and write.

Today is not that day.

Friday, July 07, 2006

You look like a blueberry

You Are A Blueberry Martini

You are a eclectic drink - liking to change drinks and venues often.
You are usually the first of your friends to find a cool new dive bar or cocktail.

You should never: Drink mystery drinks strangers hand you. Unless you want to wind up in foreign country.

Your ideal party: Is mobile, hopping from party to party.

Your drinking soulmates: Those with an Orange Martini personality.

Your drinking rivals: Those with a Chocolate Martini personality.