Sassy Black Friend

Now that’s romance!

Allow me to interrupt the sweet wedding talk with a slice of real romance, courtesy of the Philadelphia City Paper’s “I Love You, I Hate You” from last week:

“WTF?! You tell me you’re all hot for me and wanna ride me all night and then I see you taking care of not one, but TWO f**king kids the following week?! And they dont even look like they are from the same dad. Real classy, you dark-haired hussie. Congrats, you putz. You just lost out on the best piece o’ man you would evah have. Call me, tho, maybe we can hang out next week…you dusty slut.”

So sweet. Almost makes me cry. Actually it made me fall off my stool at the bar when I read it. Everybody loves a dark haired hussie.

Wine and weddings

I spent the weekend with Little Sister and her husband to be (eek!), talking through what they want to do for the wedding, and how to keep their respective parents from taking over the process. I feel like, if you’re paying for it, you get to do what the hell you want.

Like, your father’s opinion about men’s tuxedo shirts is nice to get, but final decisions are made by the people getting married and paying the bill, ya know?

J has agreed to help out, which is fantastic, so I can get out of the process. I want to watch and laugh at the stress while drinking wine. Is that wrong?

Girls Night

Last night, for the first time in a while, I had a girls night with some friends. Not the kind they have on television, where you watch romantic comedies, talk about our weight and compare different blackhead extractors. Though, all of those are fine activities except for the romantic comedy part.

Part of the fun of girls night is talking about frivolous but useful things like clothing and beauty regimens. And relationships, too. My girls nights have a little of that, but a lot of other things too. Like vodka and pool, in this week’s case. Yes, we bought the pool table. And I love it. Plus I’m finally getting good at the damn game.

This girls night also featured extended political discussion, mainly reading clips from CPAC aloud and yelling. Good times. The vodka helps a lot.

Baby Names

No, don’t get excited. I am not pregnant, thank the Lord. No, one of my good friends just found out she’s having a baby, and is currently obsessed with baby names. We had lunch today and so I have them on mind too.

Anyway, instead of looking for information about Richard Willich like I was supposed to, I spent some time helping her.

Instead of providing ideas, I told her names to avoid. Like the top 10 baby names in the country recently. You want to stay away from those. What are they you ask? Well, Google helped me find them

Boys: Jacob, Michael, Ethan, Joshua, Daniel (hey boyfriend!), Alexander, Anthony, William, Christopher, Matthew.

Most of these are actually fine. They’re classic names.

Girls: Emma, Isabella, Emily, Madison, Ava, Olivia, Sophia, Abigail, Elizabeth, Chloe

Madison? Really? That’s just weird. Must be Gossip Girl’s fault. Everyone wants their kid to sound like a prep school snob.

Valentine’s Day

Here’s how romantic the boyfriend and I are on this Valentine’s Day.

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Party time?

As regular readers will know, J and I have birthdays just over a month apart. Hers is in 2 weeks, so the planning has begun. This kind of thing is easier when in the same city, but we’re still pretty close. Since we’ve met I always imagined we’d be swapping parties and gifts for the rest of our lives, from bottles of liquor now to childcare books in a few years, then best anti wrinkle face cream samples, and eventually adult diapers if we’re lucky.

Regardless, we are talking about doing something for both birthdays together whenever she can get back down to DC. Probably dinner and drinks as opposed to the classic drunkathon. We are going to be 31, have to grow up sometime.