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June 6, 2006
“You’re the one that I want…”
(ooh, ooh, ooh!)
Things I Can’t Wait For This Summer:
1. Nectarines. Best fruit ever. Sweet, juicy, and devoid of that peach fuzz that gives me the willies. (It’s a texture thing. I’m the world’s pickiest eater. But that’s another post for another day.)
2. Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonade. Yes, I’ll admit, the fact that I’d take a Mike’s over a chilled glass of Chardonnay any day DOES make me a bit, shall we say, déclassé. But I like my booze to taste like Kool-Aid, damnit! Sadly, each bottle contains about a trillion calories and enough sugar to get me through to Halloween, so I usually only indulge on the Fourth of July weekend and my birthday (I have a semi-scary birthday coming up, but again, that is another post for another day.) Oh, Mike’s! How I’ve missed you!
3. Fireworks in the pool. Well, not literally IN the pool, obviously. Our house is a few blocks away from a country club/resort that goes all out on a pyrotechnics extravaganza for the Fourth of July. Mr. Tall and I have adopted the tradition of inviting people over to our house, where we sit in our backyard pool (with Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonade in hand, naturally) and watch the fireworks in comfort and sloth.
4. Two words: Grease party. This was Mr. Tall’s idea (I married him in large part because he comes up with ideas like this). We are planning a hootenanny for which all guests must dress up as a character from everyone’s favorite teen movie. There have already been several fistfights over who gets to be Sandy and Danny. This party will feature copious amounts of alcohol and an all-night Grease marathon (which, coincidentally, was filmed at Venice High School, where my friend Sara went. She is responsible for my love of Grease. When I lived in Los Angeles, every time she drove us anywhere, she had the soundtrack blasting on her car stereo and finally, I gave in and learned every word.) Yes, you are all invited. I’m hoping I can train Murphy to do this in the next few weeks. Oh come on, click the link! I promise you'll be glad you did!
5. RWA. It’s a conference. It’s a party. It’s an excuse to buy cute outfits because “I need them for work.” (When you work at home, style and sophistication often fall by the wayside. Not that I am complaining. God bless my battered old denim shorts!) If you’ve never been, you need to go. TRUST me. All the cool kids will be there. (And the Literary Chicks, too.)
Posted by Beth at 11:26 PM | Comments (6)
Comments
Oooh, oooh, oooh, if you ever have an online Grease party, dibs on Rizzo! I played that part in high school-- I find it interesting that everyone who hears that says something to the effect of, "Oh, I can SO see that."
And yes-- RWA. Big Party. Cute outfits. (I'm currently lusting after a dress that I Need Badly Because It's A Moral Imperative.)
*also makes note of Mike's Hard Cranberry Lemonade for RWA cooler*
Posted by: Barb at June 7, 2006 8:53 AM
And Beth? That video? Uh... erm... I'm speechless pretty much sums it up. :-O
Posted by: Barb at June 7, 2006 8:58 AM
I have passed the love of "Grease" on to the next generation--it's one of the girls' favorite movies! Know almost all the words also, except "Greased Lightning"--you know, that song is a little, shall we say, risque!! *blush* Fortunately they sing it so fast you don't catch all the words.... Make sure that everyone tries to do the Hand Jive after a few Mike's--should be worth a video or two! *snicker*
Posted by: Sheri at June 7, 2006 9:06 AM
Okay, the dog? Amazing!! The woman? Too much time on her hands. :)
RWA - parties! Cool clothes!! Can't wait!!
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at June 7, 2006 9:08 AM
LOVE the dog! I really want to see you and Murphy do that! So when exactly is the Grease party?
Eileen
P.S. Cowboy has a major thing for Mike's products as well. He'll bring his own six-pack.
Posted by: Eileen at June 7, 2006 11:28 AM
Wah! Mike’s Hard Cranberry Lemonade... I want it and I can't have it because I'm pregnant! Why can't I get knocked up during the winter when it's easy to turn down Gramma's Eggnog and Rum... oh nooooo I have to get preggo when it's time for all the GOOD ALCOHOL to come out of hiding and party in the back yard.
Posted by: Heather Cook at June 7, 2006 5:03 PM
