Why Do Fools Fall in Love?

This weekend I went to my friends' wedding. Emily and Jayme didn't do one thing the ordinary way- from her proposal in a canoe to the belly dancing bachlorette party on Friday, from the homemade chuppah at the ceremony to the donut cake at the reception, from the bounce house to the BBQ. In my opinion, they might not have done things the "normal" way, but they certainly did it the "right" way. Here are Emily and Jayme, the donut cake, and Marissa, Jason, and I at the reception. Jason and I relived prom- I got a corsage, and he got boutonniere (NOT a bustier, which is what I originally asked for). We also saw Marissa's parents at the wedding, who told us about a shock they received on their arrival home from a recent holiday. It seems the neighbor kid took advantage of his watching-the-house responsibilities, and they found him with his girlfriend, rose petals everywhere, candles everyehere gently flickering with romance. It guess love (especially the unorthodox kind) is in the air.

Can You Earn a Gold in Individual Olympic Watching?

There were some in a bed
And the little one said
"Roll over, roll over"
So they all rolled over
And the rest fell out

There was one in a bed
And the little one said
"I'm lonely! I'm lonely!"

So this is what things kind of feel like these days. Usually I like my life as a combination of lots of alone time and lots of friend time. Well, now they have all "rolled over"- goodbye to Stephanie, Marissa, Melissa, Colin, and Lyndsey, who have all moved away in the last months. It does give me some time to spend time with friends I have been neglecting, but I still have alot more time these days. It is just me, Meri, and Ginger cheering for Michael Phelps. Speaking of Ginger, here he is with his Scotish souvenirs. He grumbles the whole time when he is wearing them, but he keeps taking nips of whisky to make it better. He says drinking is the only way he can stomach my patriotism during the Olympic games. By the way, I want those French to stop talking smack- Don't make me come over there!

Life Isn't (the) Fair

The state fair is on, and if anyone knows anything at all about me, then you know that I love all things involving rides, fair food, and freak shows. The Ohio State Fair is the one thing I have done EVERY SINGLE YEAR while I have lived in Columbus, and this year, I even did it twice. I went with Melissa last week, and I don’t know if people knew the fair was open- we sort of had it to ourselves. We ate lots of food, watched boxing, and saw the world’s Best Bovine, the Butter Cow, who these days keeps company with none other than Ohio’s presidents. Melissa and I also got fair boyfriends who let us ride our ride two or three times- they know how to treat us right. We discovered that if you are at the fair at closing time, you can get pretty much anything you want at cost. Then, this past weekend, I went with Angela and Devin. I exercised my voting rights and Angela introduced us to her new beau. We also watched the pig races- I think my pig won. I hope he didn’t end up in the meat tent! Good thing we had tons of fried food to substantially low our life expectancy to distract us from the bacon.

Breaking Point

Ok, here are three things I heart:
1. Vampire Fiction
2. Angst
3. Forbidden Love
In case you don’t know about Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight series, I encourage all those who adore even one of the three above things to pick it up. This past weekend, Jason and Hayley, his niece, came up from Portsmouth for the midnight release of the book Breaking Dawn, the last in the series. It took me right back to middle/high school, which, in case you were wondering, is the target audience for the books. I went to the restroom during the evening, and stayed in there about twenty minutes because I had to hear the outcomes of how Claire really likes Chad but she is afraid he really likes Alexis and how Rachael used to date Jimmy and she does not care if her best friend Jessica dates him because Rachael is not into jocks anymore, she is going for something new in the cute but brainy guy in her lit class, but she will miss how the jocks look super hot when they are all sweaty… well, you get the idea. By the way, I am sure that all people who are listed above actually spell their names with many more oddly placed y’s and i’s than how I spelled them. In any case, it was a similar, and yet spectacularly different, feeling from the Harry Potter release last year. All I know is that, just like last year, I emerged from the weekend drunk from over reading and lack of contact with reality- my favorite state of being.