In desperate need of a Cape Cod sunset today. Just one of those things that reminds you: everything will be is just fine.
Lessons learned from being sick:
- Get the REAL Sudafed.
- Don’t take said Sudafed and go to a boozey brunch and then follow it up with a 5-hour open bar even if you are on the Steering Committee.
- When you lose your voice, stop trying to use it.
- Sleep for not one, not two, but three days straight.
- Drink ALL the water.
- Lastly, there is no better way to lose your holiday weight.
The Mad Hatter’s Dance Party
Every year, the Washington Ballet’s young professional association, the Jeté Society, puts on a wonderful event - Dance Party. Last year was my first year with Jeté and it impressed upon me how important community involvement truly is. Having been a dancer in my formative years (before being yanked onto the basketball court - mom sees dancer, dad sees rebounder…), the accessibility of classes to young children is very important to me. In addition to building a foundation for ballet patrons in the future, the Jeté Society works in conjunction with the Ballet to raise funds for student education.
Ok, enough, enough, before I lose you…
If you’re in DC this weekend, like dressing up, want an excuse to get out, DIG open bar and heavy hors d’Oeuvres, there’s really only one place to be - the Jeté Dance Party. And lucky for you, it’s not too late to get tickets!
And if you’re less the party kind, but still interested in getting involved send me a message or find out more here.
Talk about bang for your buck. We’ll be taking over the dance floor tonight at U St. Music Hall. You can have some of our good time for $10 or $13 at the door.
Not sold? More here.
Yes, please. And the price, well, it’s twice as nice.
Patch Pocket A-Line Skirt in LOFT Scuba - $36 (give or take a few cents)
Anecdotal Birthday Boy Follow-up
On the birthday call last night, Robbie interrupted to share this brief, charming, and humorously typical story of our family…
“Kate, wait, before you go, can I just tell you a quick story…” And so it went. My mom had phoned my dad earlier in the day to ask him if he’d picked up the ice cream cake for Robbie’s birthday.
Dad - ”Yeah, I did yesterday.”
Mom: “Where is it?”
Dad: “It’s in the trunk.”
Mom: “….”
Mom: “It’s 40 degrees outside…”
Dad: “Hmm, let me check on that… [pause] Well, it’s still there, just a little more spread out than before…”
Well, that’s funny. But the funnier part was that they didn’t toss the melted cake. They didn’t go pick up another cake.
They stuck candles in it and acted like it never happened. Nothing says I love you like some melted Carvel. Sickos. (Still love you though!)
I may be a day late and a dollar short, but here’s to wishing the world’s greatest little bro an ab fab birthday. Last year at this time, I was quaking in my boots at the thought of you getting behind the wheel of a car. Well, now you are and legally so. This time around, you’re preparing for SATs (and kicking ass) and college applications to schools near me. What could be better?
I’m not sure how it all happened, but you’ve grown into a young man who I couldn’t be more proud of… even if I ate ice cream. (Look at that grown boy with an ice cream OD. What’s not to love?)
Happy birthday, Bubba. From the proudest sister around.
It wouldn’t be fair to elude to our epic NYE without a little recap. Just got back from our “ski trip” which involved a 2.5 hour drive to a snow-less mountain with 13 party animals and more alcohol thank you could dream. Fireworks, mini-golf, dirty Apples to Apples, countless games of Jenga, no less than 4,501 bloody marys later…
Photo courtesy of our resident paparazzo on the trip. And what a photographer he was!
Resolutions.
I wasn’t going to jump on the bandwagon. Mostly, because January 1 of any year is generally a bad time for me to resolving to do anything besides drink more water (see below) and wash away the party guilt from the amazing time I had ushering out the previous year…
HOWEVER! Since this blog started almost two years ago to the day, and the premise was to track my resolutions (fail…), I figured updating my list couldn’t hurt.
2011 was an incredible year in so many ways. I spent time with family and friends. I hit the quarter century mark. UCONN won the Big East and National Championships. I fell hard for someone. I went to weddings. I spent two glorious weeks at the beach. I went to concerts. Oh, the concerts. I got over someone just as quickly as I fell. I got sick… a lot. I got promoted. I lost my dear Gram. I spent amazing holidays with my family at just the right times. And true to tradition, had a New Year’s Eve for the record books.
I expect that 2012 will be just as amazing. And learning from 2011, here are my top 5 for 2012:
- Call my family. See my family. Tell my family I love them. As often as I can and then, once more for good measure. They won’t be here forever.
- Bring my lunch. It’s costing me $10 a day to be lazy. That’s pricey.
- Drink more water. Drink less booze (not in frequency, but in quantity). This is also a pricey habit…
- Make time for yoga and runs at least twice a week (for each).
- Take time to step back and appreciate how great things really are.
