My favorite picture ever.

I really don't even need to comment on this, for its sheer greatness shines through, but it was senior year of college, before our sorority's 70s mixer. Everyone looked super cute in minis and go-go boots (like Olivia, on the left) - and then there's me. In my baby blue polyester leisure suit. LOVE. IT. And now it is more clear why I never had a boyfriend (or even a date) in college. Just look at me. HA!!

I heart Mexico.

Just booked a trip to Can-freaking-cun. It's no Greece, but it'll do. So psyched to do nothing but lay like broccoli for 4 days with a fruity frozen beverage in one hand and an Us Weekly in the other. Swim-up bar? Check. All-inclusive resort? Check. Getting kidnapped and not having to come back to my job? Not gonna check it, but really wouldn't mind.

Reminds me of the last time I was at the beach, in Destin two years ago. My bottom lip got so sunburned (shocking, I know) that it blew up like a trout pout. It was the closest I will probably get to having restalyne injections, and I have to say, it looked GOOD. I couldn't stop checking myself out in the mirror and putting lip gloss on it. And then it burst. Bye-bye, pretend plastic surgery.

Look out, 'Coon. (Does anyone actually call it that? Maybe offensive?) I'm comin' for ya.

And another thing

What is up with the almost illegible font and often odd word choice of the words you have to type in to be able to post things on blogs, etc.? 85% of the time I am literally making it up. Sometimes it works, but most of the time I have to try again. Which is embarassing. But again - not sure why they make it so hard...humph.

Bachelorette, episode 2

Okay. Some of these guys are seriously FREAKSHOWS. Craig M was hot, but def. had the crazy eyes. And def. was not into Ali (whose laugh is soooo grating on my nerves, btw). Peculiar Jesse is nice enough but doesn't say squat. And weatherman has GOT to go. Poor dude in his Speedo with the floatie around his waist?! Aw. Still rooting for Cape Cod and Hunter - my dark horse.

Also - Ali needs to hack off those heinous hair extensions. Oof.

But god this is good TV.

SATC

Despite the horrific reviews, going to Sex and the City 2 tonight with the girls. I don't care about the plot, anyway - I go for the outfits. And is it bad that I feel I have to look CUTE to see this movie?! Probably. :)

Stupid pick-up in front of me

ARGH. A rock flew off the pick-up in front of me on 75 this morning and chipped a nice hole in my windshield. Sad face. :( I feel so ghetto driving around like that that I'm going to have to get it fixed at lunch. ASAP. Again, stupid freaking pick-up.

My sea legs should be revoked

Went out on my friend Jill's amazeballs little boat yesterday. It's a vintage boat restored from the 70's, red with a white stripe and white leather seats...very James Bond/Charlie's Angels. I was loving life until we dropped anchor. In my defense, even Jill said it was a "rough" day on the water. My stomach felt the same. I managed to keep it together for a few more hours as we floated in the lake, although every time a wave would roll by my stomach would gurgle. Finally I had had enough sun (have a LOVELY burn today to prove it), and we started heading back in. But my stomach took a stand, and I puked five times over the side of the boat. Once in front of a group of about 25 girls and guys, who started cheering because I'm sure they thought I had partied a little too hard. Sadly, I was totally sober. And embarassed. Who gets seasick on a damn lake? THIS guy.

Reminded me of the last time I got seasick, on an ill-fated whale watch that I took my brother on when he visited me in Boston. Another "rough" day at sea (what is the DEAL?!), which meant they went out an extra hour in search of whales. Trying to be proactive, I had taken several Dramamine before we left, but started to feel bad about 20 minutes into the 5 hour (!) nightmare. I don't know if any of you have ever been seasick, but you really just want to die. There's no end in sight - I was praying we would hit an iceberg and sink, to be honest. So I made my way to the back of the boat, trying to get wind in my face. Leaning over the rail, I accidentally put my hand in someone ELSE'S puke. And....scene. I vomited like 7 times (including puking up the Dramamine tablets, still in tact) and then just sat down with my head between my knees. (My brother was passed out somewhere inside the boat, also feeling like death.) I remember finally hearing the captain say "there are some whales on the left-hand side..." and at that point I really couldn't have cared less. Dry. Land. Now. After what seemed like an eternity, we FINALLY docked. I swear some people cheered - everyone's faces were that sickly green. As I stumbled off the boat, I was behind an elderly couple. I overheard the man say, "Honey, would you like a t-shirt from the gift shop?" And she replied, "I want NO memories of this." Amen, sister. My brother and I LITERALLY kissed the ground when we got off.

So I probably won't be marrying into the Kennedy clan anytime soon, what with their affinity for sailing and all. Unless I can just wait patiently on shore, rocking a captain's hat.