4 Smores and 7 Years Ago

Whilst on a (somewhat random) search for songs from the classic 90's music compliation disc, PULSE, (which Meghan, Kate, and I tried desperately to play at various New Brunswick parties when we were wee highschool raggamuffins...unfortunately for us the hipsters always managed to shut it down!), I found this little gem of a video, which I am using as inspiration for my upcoming Halloween party this Saturday night!



I can only hope my party will be as good as what you witnessed in that video...

After watching that particular video, I was reminded of one of my favorite Parker Posey movies, Party Girl, about a flaky screw-up party girl who attempts to become a librarian (...uh, I MIGHT have considered becoming a librarian in a certain somewhat shaky time during my early college years).

The Halloween/costume party dance scene I found from Party Girl is not for the faint of heart, and definitely a little weird, so watch out:



*Note: my plan for my party is more on the Martha Stewart end of the party spectrum, and is shaping out to be more cutesy (think: muddled cider, ghost petite fours, and pumpkin puff pastries), than the crazy altered-state-of-mind dance parties shown above. The worst that could happen at my party is for someone to drink too much cider and (GOD FORBID!) break my pool cue. This is just for clarification so anyone (i.e., the 3 people that read this blog) don't mistake me for some drug-crazed party-person.

Happy Halloween!!

Retrace Your Steps!

Yesterday started off in disaster: First, I saw a small alien in my basement...an ominous and disturbing sign for the day to come, to say the least.


"EEK!"

Following the alien encounter, I decided to run a few quick errands around the neighborhood before going to Temple to give voice therapy. I went to the fancy catfood store in my neighborhood to get the yittens some snacks. It was...CLOSED! Rats. Then I got some coffee beans, and then finally a big delicious bottle of over-priced water at the convenience store. I strolled home in a daze, admiring the beautiful fall weather!

To make a long story short, I begrudgingly got into the car to go to Temple for voice clinic. Of course there is no (free) parking, so when I got to the lot I realized I had forgotten my wallet.

"D'OH!" I thought.

Upon returning home, I ripped through my house like a small and semi-violent tornado, screamed at the cat, and wept a bit. Then I decided to RETRACE MY STEPS. So I went back to the convienence story. The Mama Fratelli look-a-like told me she hadn't seen my wallet...


"...now GIT OUTTA MY STORE!"

Hopeless and pathetic, I left the store on the verge of tears and insanity. How would I get to Temple without any money for parking/public transportation? I was all in a tizzy, when I spied a pinkish blob in the middle of the street, (which reminded me, I really need to get my dang eyes checked), I ran up to the blob, and what did I find you ask....?



MY WALLET! With all my credit cards, license, CASH MONEY, still intact and snug as a bug in their proper pockets!

I know what you must be thinking..."You Lucky Bastage." And I did feel like one lucky bastage yesterday, I'll tell you whhhut. My difficult client was also very pleasant, and the other one canceled, thus all-in-all, the disastrous day turned out okay.

The moral of the story:

a. Retrace your steps!

and

b. Try not to be a flaky idiot in the first place


"Tee-Hee"

1st Halloween Movie of the Season: Teen Wolf

PS. Teen wolf bears an uncanny resemblence to my homeboy Ed (when he's rocking a crazy long hair/beard combo, that is!)



PPS. Love you Ed! hehehe

This is Halloween

Check out the spooky picture I made for our Halloween party invitation:



I kinda wish I had photoshopped a little stevie/olive face in there somewhere, but...no matter.

Please Sir, May I Have a Crumb?

(...or a biscuit?)