its wedding season!

kelsi is getting married this weekend and i could not be more excited. not so much that she is getting to spend the rest of her life with the man she loves, but because her wedding is going to be so freaking fun. i can't wait to see all my old friends and cut a rug. although my date is not really what you would call a big dancer. or what you would call a really good date.

my text to casey just now: you didn't forget about this weekend, did you?

casey: oh shit.

that buttmunch.

more than anything, though, i'm really pumped to hear all the "when is it your turn?"s and "oh, brynnan, you'll find someone"s. yes, thank you, person, i know. and i am not too concerned. thank you for your ill-fitting comment on this momentous day.

overall, i hope that kelsi and zac have a very long and very fulfilling marriage together. i cannot wait until they start making babies.

this is kelsi and me at her bachelorette party in san antone where a strange bird landed in my hair and somehow matched my outfit?

ahhh, good times. most of which consisted of me having to round up a bunch of school teachers, nurses and moms all cutting loose from babies and what i call real person jobs and having a rip-roaring time. if i am out in austin with friends who behave with such debaucher, i generally just say "too bad," and take my ass home leaving your ass to fend for yourself. but in the big, strange city of san antonio, i had no such luxury.

kaley, in an attempt to figure out just how my drinking was coming along asked me at one point: so, are you drunk now?

me: well, i'm feeling pretty good. i could probably drive a mack truck.

kaley: i could probably drive on the wrong side of the road.

luckily, no driving was to be had. everyone made it back home safely that night. plus a tattoo. you never know what will happen with a bunch of horny-toad-going girls in the big city.

on confoundment

so, i'm dating this guy, pretty serisouly; as in we're not dating anyone else and using crazy terms like "boyfriend" and "girlfriend." ugh. now, don't let my self-proclaimed singledome confuse you, as far as my tax return is concerned, i am still a single woman. right up until there is a modest yet stunning ring on my finger. holy crap, i need to file my taxes.

anyway, this guy (let's just call him "good material if i ever do write that novel") loves to push my buttons. last night, at donn's depot (local watering hole), he goes off on this ten minute rant about how silly ole blue is and how he doesn't understand why anyone in their right mind would purchase a gas guzzling, tiny back seat, ass-feels-like-its-dragging-the-ground mustang. in my defense, the old girl was a bargain at the time and being eighteen and headed off to the big city of austin, she seemed like the right choice. after all, bringing the '66 mustang down to austin wasn't really an option. not only did alyssa wear her out (what with all the racing and probably making a pretty decent profit) but i did a pretty good number on her too.

thats not to say that driving a badass old piece of metal in austin can't be done, i ran into one just like her on lamar the other day and had to take a picture for alyssa. this car is her to a tee; color, year, make and model. i miss her. maybe this is her.

like dad did for alyssa and i, he is revamping an old hunk of metal for clyde as well. it is a process. my father is married to a deer processing plant so there is not a lot of time for making ugly old cars beautiful. these things take time and money. time that my dad would rather spend on the leon catching yellowcat. which is understandable. and anyway, clyde will probably leave the blue meanie in some strange place and forget about it later. forget her car? you say. yes. if maura's ass wasn't attached, she would leave it on the couch. right next to a bag of chips.

couple of nerds.

two peas in a pod, these two.

the "meanie." and me and clyde.

so, you get it. we like cars. blue cars.

back to "good material." this guy really takes it out of me sometimes. but probably one of the nicest guys i have ever known. actually (sometimes) listens to things that are coming out of my mouth and participates in conversations with me. who knew a man could do this?! one time, he even helped me put away the dishes. i'm confounded.

here is a picture of my friend julie, confounded.

am i doing this right?

so i jumped on the bandwagon and started a blog. what's next, an iphone? geez.

don't worry, folks. i'm not going to be one of those bloggers: "so brady is coming over tonight. i'm making pork chops and german sweet rice. i'm listening to a jerry jeff vinyl and drinking a glass of pinot..." who gives a shit. anyway, that's what i'm doing if you were curious.

and i can't say whether or not i'm actually going to commit to this. i might be one of those every-once-in-a-whilers. tune in later to find out. or don't. it's your life.

and are my granddad and step-grandmother going to read this? (hey-hey and nana, for future reference. we'll just get that out of the way right now. like when i get into a new relationship with someone, i just tell them straight up: "look, i call my granddad hey-hey, ok? don't forget it.)

so how explicit am i allowed to be? i realize i am a grown woman and can say whatever i please, yet, i don't want to make anyone uncomfortable. is brother tim going to read this? or donna anglin? she should. perhaps i should censor myself for certain hamiltonians who, apparently, think i am doing all kinds of crazy shit in austin, texas. ie: being gay, getting tattoos and piercings, bartending and drinking most nights of the week. only part of these things are true! i'll try to keep the booze blogging to a minimum, brother tim.

meanwhile, know this: i have started a blog and according to alyssa, it is of utmost import that my friends "follow me." so do. because if there is anything better than being a single girl in the capital city, its reading about her goings-on.