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I have been having some crazy dreams. Last night I went to visit Ben and Felicity at college with AB Chao. The night before, I was a prisoner of war. We had a good time at the cocktail party. It was at the most extravagantly fancy house I have ever been to in my entire life. I felt like I was at Daddy Warbucks's house. It was almost sick-making. In between rounds of sampling every dessert on the table (chocolate dipped heart shaped sugar cookies, miniature pecan pies, heavenly hash cake, caramel almond turtles, to name a few) and refilling my glass of champagne punch, I would just wander through the rooms like a slack-jawed yokel. The kitchen was larger than my entire house. I would love to live there just for the backyard, which overlooks a lake and is beautiful landscaped, but the rest of it just left me mystified, like, who really needs to live like this? On the bus ride back to the city, the very drunk guys stumbled around and fought over the loudspeaker and would start wrestling when one of them would announce, "He likes cock," and I was so worried they were going to accidentally tackle the bus driver and we'd all tumble into the lake. I guess that's what happens when a giant bottle of Seagram's makes it onto the bus with you. I couldn't help but remember my own engagement cocktail party and how much fun we had. I'm really glad we had that party even though the occasion it was celebrating never happened. I have good friends. Anyway, it was nice to take a little road trip and be somewhat gluttonous and meet my friend's family and friends and eat breakfast with my aunt who lives nearby. My friend's niece and nephews are some of the most adorable children I have ever seen, and I wanted to gobble them up with a spoon. I could really not love Everwood any more, I think, if I tried. When Amy teared up last night when that new girl said that Ephram was in love with her, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, my heart swelled with love for Ms. Abbott. She is so likeable and lovely this season that I fear only scary and sad things to come for her and My Ephram, who, by the way, gets hotter by the day. I really like the actress who played the mom in this week's medical storyline, and I wish that she were the one coming to town to steal Andy's heart instead of Anne Heche. I liked her in Frequency and as Kerri Weaver's foxy lover. This and Joan of Arcadia are definitely my favorite shows these days. They're just in a class by themselves. Speaking of Ben and Felicity, I've watched the first three episodes of season three. (To read the rest of this paragraph, scroll over the white space. I do not want to piss off my sister by revealing anything about the season when she has not watched it yet.) I am reminded how annoyed I once was by Molly. That annoyance remains. She is pointless and really just awful. I don't know why I'm surprised by this as each new DVD set arrives, but I am always taken aback by the splendor of Speedy. GOD. Love him. I don't remember much about this season other than thinking that it was definitely the weakest of the four and being infuriated by the Avery plot and the idiocy of my Speedy. I am bracing myself for that, because I remember wanting to KILL him. It's so funny to see Ali Landry trying to act. Okay, Felicity talk is over. I enjoyed the season premiere of American Dreams. The scene when J.J. and Beth were on the phone KILLED me. Those moments of actually being able to see on someone's face what they really want to say but they don't say it are some of my favorite moments. Especially J.J. -- you could see on his face how visibly pained and how overcome with emotion he was, not only to be talking to her but to be thinking about her being pregnant, the loss of his squad, his having to go back into combat, his not being there for the birth, his not being able to tell her he still loves her -- killed me. Just killed me. That was some good acting right there. I didn't find out until later that the guy playing the singer is the son of James Taylor and Carly Simon, but it's no surprise now ... he is definitely a hybrid of their looks and voices. There's not much else to report at this moment. I'm going to a silent auction this weekend. I need to mow my yards. I'm obsessed with getting faux wood blinds for my two front bedrooms because I cannot bear to look at my curtains for one more day, and a friend gave me some white plantation shutters (unfortunate name, cute shutters) that have TRANSFORMED my kitchen. I had some rather heavy little curtains hanging in there, and they have been whisked away in favor of the shutters and a light and pretty little Waverly Vintage Rose valance. I am in love with my new kitchen window. The whole faux wood blinds thing is rather mystifying, because my windows have the bizarre measurement of a little tiny bit over 71 inches across, and the standard size is 72, so who the hell knows. Maybe the store can cut some for me. Also, it's so amusing to pretend that I can afford to get four giant sets of blinds when I still haven't paid off my trip or my floors. Woo! My little brother played his biggest gig ever the other night, and people turned out in droves. Game weekends always see the bars filling up, but this was an absolutely packed house. I still can't get over how at ease he is onstage. He was awesome. I thought I looked pretty cute when I left the house, but I was so dismayed by the onslaught of the tube top that I felt like a grandmotherly matron the minute I stepped into the bar. There were tube tops in every color and style. Those who weren't in the tube top were in their pajamas, or rather shirts that look like slips from the days of yore with the skirt part cut off. There was nary a bra in sight. And, oh, the humanity. The Jessica Simpson-inspired elastic bosomed maternity-esque tops that look like swimming cover-ups. I was like, girls, we are not at the pool. We are at the bar. It was just alarming overall. I asked my brother's friend when lingerie became acceptable as outerwear and he said he didn't know but he wasn't complaining. Well, of course not. Apparently the youngsters have not realized that we do not live in the O.C. ... kids today, man. Kids today. My little brother and I went out for Chinese food (can you tell I abandoned my healthy eating plan this weekend?) Sunday night. I watched him attack his lo mein with such relish that it startled me ... for twenty years, my little brother has basically only eaten York peppermint patties, turkey sandwiches with nacho cheese doritos on them, rice and gravy, and Sunkist. That's really about it. I am delighted to see him embracing an ethnic food group in this manner. Basically, I am delighted by him in every way. The Garden State DVD is already available for preorder, and it's due out in December, three months from today, in fact, which will be two months to the date from when I turn thirty. And if that's not a good time to stop thinking of my life in terms of ellipses, I don't know what is. Woo! About this time in ...
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