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Sat, December 17
The Rupert Holiday party
Our company's holiday party was uh-maz-ing. If I had known how great it would be, I probably would have chosen not to see Garrison Keeler at Town Hall at 8pm. The theme of party was the movie "Ice Age." After waiting on a line that was 30 minutes long, we were greeted by servers in white button down suits, holding blue martinis. They greeted us by saying, "Welcome to the Future." We walked under an archway with the title, "Club Ice" that was made to look like an igloo or something arctic. At the end of the archway was an ice sculpture of the squirrel from the movie, and the room was just immense. Wherever I looked there were buffets, multiple bars overflowing with liquor (towers and towers of already poured read and white wine). There were bowels of fake ice, that glowed. Hors d'oeuvres wherever I turned. I was having so much fun with Raquel, Emily, and Raquel's bf, eating and drinking, but like Cinderella, noticed the clock strike 8 and had to run to Town Hall in heels.
Garrison was great, but my buzz started to wear off after intermission, and the combination of warm theatre, my parents on either side of me, and The Wailing Jenny's singing soft folksy music forced me to take a nap.
I hope Grandpa was able to hear the show. He had on a great page boy cap, old school style--like before Jessica Simpson and Jessica Alba started wearing them...
Little interjection here, but why is YOU'VE GOT MAIL always on tv? Anyone? I'd love to know.
So this morning I went to art class, and it was just one of those fantastic days where I was happy with almost every sketch. My teacher, Minverva, spent 20 minutes with me, and with a few strokes of her charcoal (I think she sleeps with a piece in her hands, for it just magically appears whenever she sits next to me even when I could swear her hands were empty). I just love Minerva and her big black dress. She even told me "my style" (which I wasn't even aware I had) reminded her of an artist named Ernst Barlach (http://www.germanexpressionism.com/printgallery/barlach/). I'm having trouble finding images of his work to see it this is actually true.
Met Margs up on 23rd street to see if we could find cheap ski clothes at TJ Max but only walked away with three pairs of 9 West socks.
The highlight of the day, however, was meeting Kari at Ingram Bridal for dress fittings. Her mom had a slightly different vision than Kari and I (mom favored more ruffles, big poofy skirt, etc.), but I think we got close to finding the perfect one. My eyes welled up when I saw her in the veil...
The kicker was that of all people, the girl in the other dressing room of this 2 dressing room atelier was someone we went to high school with...One of those unbelievable perfect looking girls, a girl who was smart, and nice so you couldn't really hate her. But the fact that she was there on the day that Kari was trying on her dress just highlighted even more how long Kari and I have know each other. And that we were both dying over the "news" that othis girl was engaged and we hadn't heard it through the grape vine, and that we were able to laugh with "God, how annoying that this perfect girl is engaged to (who we imagine to be) a perfect guy, getting married in Paris on probably an unlimited wedding budget"...that's friendship.
I just got a Razr phone from Motorola. I'm kind of afraid of it. I've only had the kind of phones you get for free when you sign up for a one year plan. This thing has a camera, a speaker phone, hell, it probably makes me breakfast. I just haven't figured out how to do that yet..
Posted by lexzog at December 17, 2005 07:06 PM
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