Star Crafty

Been editing wedding pictures, and reading wedding blogs all day long, to be followed by a rather elaborate wedding tomorrow at our restaurant .

The fiercely independent woman in me longs to abandon all pride and let go.

Le sigh. Here's to Mr. Awesome in Portland.

Silly me.

I have been wanting to do this for a while now. I'd like to somehow regularly post videos of songs that I love, that have inspired me, that make me cry, make me sing, make me do a little dance at work. Today's turn is, of course, who else, my Feist. My darling, darling Feist. This is such a cute live version of the opening track of her most recent album, The Reminder, it's called "I'm Sorry" and she sounds beautiful.

The wedding was fantabulous, everybody had fun, I met up with old classmates, cried towards the end, ate empanadillitas and just... I dunno, it was just all so wonderful. They are both so happy, it's ridiculous. Even more ridiculous is how GOOOOOORGEOUS Laurie looked. Like.. for reals, it must be illegal to be that beautiful.

Allrighty then, off to Vegas, I go and edit ALL 1200 WEDDING PICTURES!

I haven't done much, mostly because my body is still in Pacific Standard Time and thus could not wake up early today. But I did manage to buy a whopping $125ish dollars on fantastic fabrics, mostly silk of several kinds. I love silk and linen, my two favorite fabrics. Both represent darling memories of my past; as a little girl my mother would take me fabric window shopping, we couldn't afford all these gorgeous fabrics, so I would just touch them. Silk dupioni has always possessed the most fantastic texture in any textile I've ever come across. My great grandmother Ge~na, bless her soul, used to make her Sunday suits out linen, all so meticulously tailored. She looked so grand in them. That is why I have chosen these fabrics to make my long-awaited (mostly by me) collection. It's my little sentimental shindig :P

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Puerto Rico has been rainy, rainy, rainy....what's new. It always rains like crazy in the Summer. Slightly unbearable, but livable. The economic situation plaguing the island is just... crushing. It gets worse as you inch farther away from the capital. And even there, things are just depressing.

I don't belong here anymore. Sad thought, but then again, I knew that was so about twenty years ago. I was always the more americanized of my friends.

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My flight made a stop in Atlanta, the happiest place on Earth... NOT. Hate that airport. Once out of the plane, I darted towards the Delta information desk and asked... How much it would cost to change my Puerto Rico flight tomorrow and rent a car to... Savannah. It hadn't dawned on me that I was back in my Georgia. I could already taste Cheryl's cupcakes, imagined myself buying pretty ribbons from Liz and checking out the new stores on Broughton. Seeing my friends again before they move on to their new adventures, far away from the Hostess City of the South. The lady did not give me good news, it would take $231 just to change the flight. Let's not even ask about car rental.

Oh well. Savannah will just happen some other time.

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As I made my way to Concourse A, slightly disappointed that my little flight of fancy could not be, I experienced something slightly creepy. An average looking young man comes in, we exchange a brief smile, after a few minutes asks my destination. Awesome, a psycho. I heart me some psychos. I tell him Puerto Rico, he said he's been there and loved it. My turn to ask his destination, because I just can't stop talking to questionable-looking strangers. Why, look at that, he lives in Portland! I tell him I am moving there in a few months and he continues to talk about how great Portland is. Concourse A is here and I need to get out of this train-thingy. As I walk out, he says, "I'll see you in Portland".

Um.

That's cool, just you better not be from Dharma Initiative, because God knows that's what he felt like. Like he was going to impregnate me with some demon child in the hopes that the baby will be the next frakin Jacob.

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What's up with all the mother-frakin in Battlestar Galactica? For reals.

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Um. The wedding is tomorrow. I hope I do a good job out of it. Also, MMMM Meson. My Rican friends away from the Island know how good these motherfrakers are. mmmmmmmm

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I miss my language. I often forget how beautiful it is. Watched Julieta Venegas sing at Unplugged on MTV Espanol. God, I love her. I just watched this video by Francisca Valenzuela. Had never heard of her till now. Pretty voice, nice piano, great video.

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Is it selfish and stupid to feel lonely? Not lonely as in oh I don't have friends. Lonely as in... I'd like a boyfriend. I am the Eternal Single Girl, having been in relationships for only 20 months out of my 26 years in this world. I am fiercely independent and have never been the kind of girl to go out of my comfortable way to snatch me a guy. I don't do the bar dating scene, random hookups, one-night stands (stop looking at me like that, I'd like to forget that one incident years ago, okay???) or anything like that. Being single just never bothered me...but now... man, I'd like somebody. I feel so selfish praying at night for an encounter with a dashing young man who will sweep me away. That happened once at a park... but it was clearly not meant to be.

To be honest, I'm just so used to being single that I don't know how to behave otherwise. Not to mention I'd have to give up my precious free time for a man. What? Are you kidding me??

*le sigh*

Do I like someone right now? Yes, I do. Why haven't I made a move? Well, let's just say his pretty little ass walks around with a hovering, blinking neon sign that reads DO.NOT.GO.THERE. And trust me, if I told you the reasons, you'd agree with me. Plus I'm leaving in two months, what does it matter.

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