And then there was squash in my lap

It's funny how many blogworthy things happen in my life... as my good friend Jess said the other night, "Seriously though, your life is more ridiculous than a sitcom." I didn't think life could get much more interesting than a knife fight at the Harvard T stop, but I was wrong.

First things first- the wishathon went SWIMMINGLY. I was up at 4 am last Friday and at the Pru on the phones by 6:30 am taking donations for our wish kids. I spent the rest of the week at the office listening to our wishathon on the radio and running around like a crazy person to get things done. I love my job. It's like food for my soul.

In other news, I went to my friend Maro's wedding on the 6th and it was beautiful... she was the most elegant, gracious, happy bride and she and Eric are picture perfect together. I had such a fabulous time dancing and crying and laughing with the best of the best. And by the way? Exceptional playlist. No, but seriously...
I woke up in Worcester at the Mariott the day after the wedding and sat in the lobby by the fireplace drinking coffee and watching the snow fall. I was 100% elated. Weddings and Christmas just make me feel in love with the world.

And then of the course there is the slightly more personal side of what has been going on over the past week that I will leave quiet but will say this much: There are some things in life for which there are no words or explanations. Just pure happiness. And sometimes I don't know whether or not I should even breathe because I'm terrified that nothing tomorrow will be as good as it was today.........and then I realize that is silly and life is short and people are flawed and the best thing to do is look up at the sky and be grateful for the here and now and whatever smile it is bringing to your face.

Now for the comedic value this blog has been waiting for:

I went to the Burren on Friday night. I had a drunk hippie woman spin me out onto the dance floor and slap my ass twice. I also won Mardi Gras beads for my "dirty" dancing which is horribly laughable. But Caroline got some by default for being associated with me so I think that it's a win win situation when all is said and done.

I am obsessed with going "a-wassaling." I'm almost positive that is spelled incorrectly. Saturday morning I woke up and begged someone to go a-wassaling with me and was rejected. But a-wassaling we will go... just you wait.

I saw adorable babies sing Christmas carols at Faneuil Hall as the fabulous Whitney F'in Magee conducted. Huzzah on many levels.

I went with Whitney and Jess to a "wild" bar where people were actually dressed like elves and, wait for it, CHRISTMAS trees. And I froze. And irritated Jess with my horrific Chinese pronunciations. Which I always assume are real. I used WAY too many periods in that sentence.

OH and then SUNDAY morning I went to breakfast with Ash and Ty and FLIPPED my plate of flatbread covered in squash, cheese, and carmelized onions INTO MY LAP. Mortified, I was. But then again, when am I not? My life is one big series of embarrassing events. So sad. Yet so good.

The roomies and I made snowflakes and AMAZING Christmas cookies on Sunday night. Caroline drew a penis on one of the cookies. It was inappropriate but ah well. We ate it anyway. AND UM.

I ate cookies for breakfast yesterday. And have had so much caffeine today I could burst.

And in the midst of all this, I have realized that some people have no filter and no patience and I will continue to love them just the same but wish they would understand... and in the meantime, I will continue to go about my business and be thankful for the incredible friends and family I have.

Oh and ditto to ASH- no more weddings. I have been to three and I have 3 more to go to in the next year. I love you all... but pretty soon I will either A) have to get married too which sounds great except I'm scared to share a bathroom or eat really crunchy awkward food around guys or b) buy forty cats. And maybe marry Juan and live like Will and Grace forever more. Which would be fabulous...... Hmmm..... no but really, it's OK. I love weddings. I love seeing my little baby girls all grown up and happy and in love. And I truly love open bars and Michael Jackson songs. So, I revoke my previous statement. CONTINUE GETTING MARRIED. I love weddings :)

Peace. Merry (almost) Christmas.

XO