Category Archives: Friends

A Sincere Thank You

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For those of you who don’t know (and if you’re my Facebook friend, that is damn near impossible– unless you’ve blocked me from your newsfeed, which would be entirely understandable and something I would probably do), I am running the NYC Half Marathon on March 20th to raise money for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation in honor of Eric, my wonderful boyfriend and a Type 1 diabetic. I’ve done FB thank you’s and sent emails/texts (maybe even put in a few VOICE calls! No just kidding I didn’t), but I wanted to also use the blog as a platform to express my sincerest gratitude to everyone who has donated to the fundraiser so far. I am astounded by how quickly I was able to reach and exceed my goal, thanks to all of you– your kindness and generosity never ceases to amaze me, dear friends and family (time and time and time again. And again. I know I fundraise a LOT….)

And just a quick special shout-out to Eric’s friends (aka, my new friends— because what’s his is mine and what’s mine is ours…). I definitely felt like a weirdo sending you guys solicitation requests, but I know how much you care about Eric and figured *maybe* you’d be interested in throwing some change to the cause in his honor. But you have COMPLETELY exceeded that expectation– and then some. So thank you from the very bottom of my heart, and, of course, from the very bottom of Eric’s heart…

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Eric’s heart isn’t that deep. I don’t know, maybe it’s the diabetes.

GO BRONCOS!!!!!

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(I told him no, by the way. He understood. Kind of.)

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU, FRIENDS!!!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!

 

The Problem

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The problem with having three young children playing in one small apartment space for 2 hours is that inevitably someone is going to throw the ball too hard and very carelessly, and come thisclose to knocking over an entire shelf of expensive glass picture frames.

So I’m sorry to my friend Jodi. I just wanted your kids to think I was cool.

Next time I won’t play.

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“What are you going to do– SHOW me my clothes?!”

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My friends often say that they can’t wait until I get married one day, for the sole reason that there is so much material for hilarious rehearsal dinner speeches.

But like…what are you going to do– print out and read my blog posts?

I wrote about peeing on a church. Losing a bag of cash. Refusing to wear bras. Locking myself out of my apartment naked. Growing monthly menstrual devil horns.

Sorry guys. I’m pretty sure it’s all out there.

My Friends Are the Most Thoughtful

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From the bride and groom of the wedding weekend where A Story About Peeing Beside a Church and Lubegate took place. The “sand jar” they refer to in the note was a large, empty glass jar I held during their wedding ceremony, which they then poured two different kinds of sand into as a symbol of unity.

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So basically, they wish they had given me the symbol of their unending bond ahead of time so that I could have peed in it first.

And that’s just so thoughtful.

Because that weekend really was about me.

New Rules for Social Survival in my 30s

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I’m too old and tired for new friends. If I don’t know you, and I have to put even a modicum of effort into hitting it off with you, it’s simply not going to work.

So the new rule is this: if you’re a new person, you have 2 chances with my sense of humor. If you don’t get my sarcasm/I have to explain that I’m kidding more than twice, you’re out. I’m sorry. I’m just too exhausted.

But if I met you at any point before college graduation, you can still be one of those people who never gets it or knows when I’m fucking with you, and I’ll still love you, because, quite simply, you have put in your time. And you’re probably exhausted too.

So we’re good, Mom.

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