Shipwrecked, Sun Drenched and Sassy
Zowie, what a weekend. Oh, is it over? And was today Monday? It's all a blur to me, it rushes by so fast. This weekend was an explosion of colorful rain slickers, stripes, neon colored galoshes, sailor caps, overalls, warm Bud light and dance dance revolution (!!) at the ever fabulous annual Nautical party hosted by Holly and her fellah at a super fly pad in Winooski. The DJs were killing us with mad hits from the 80s that kept us on the dance floor shaking our booties most of the night. Special guest appearances were made by 
Champ and other assorted sea monsters, the ever popular roommate duo of Tanner and Todd, Matty of cable access fame on the Matty and Stech Variety Show, my wild-ass shaking dance partner in Grease, Jordan of the City Market, the amazing one woman show stopper Leda and the dancing queen bee herself, Miss Holly and I do not mean Golightly. And you should have seen Holly and Leda on the dance floor together, every hot 80s move was reinvented and kicked out of the ballpark - dang, them gals can dance.
Speaking of dancing girls, I was dressed as an engine room grunt in overalls, Abbie was a stow away disguised as a boy (just like Leo in Titanic! Er, I guess he was a boy though), Suzanne was the ship greeter ("Salut! Bonjour! On y va") and Margot was with the French foreign legion. Naturally, this prompted us to speak with French accents zee entire night darlink! C'est magnifique! Nautical, we night not have been, but kick ASS, hell, we were that.
Sunday was blissfully low key and after all this editing madness, it was just what I needed. Late, delicious breakfast at Sneakers which spawned this comic by Tanner and me which included highlights from his gory 14th century historical novel. Eww, thumb screws and goat cheese omelet. Bon appetit! Needless to say, a bloody mary was shared and the CA eggs benedict was tres bon.
Then down to the waterfront with the rest of the greater Burlington area residents to soak up as much sun as we were allowed underneath the busting outta their sockets cherry blossom trees. Suzanne and her dogs, Ella and Sierra joined us for a jaunt along the bike path with a stop at the dog park for frolicking. Sierra made 2 great friends and proceeded to chase them around the park trying to commander their precious Frisbee. Needless to say, the border collie barked a lot, the other 
dog outran them all and a good time was had by all. Ah, the life of a dog. Making instantaneous friends through the simple act of butt sniffing.
The final touch was a scrummy dish of carbonara cooked by el Chef Tannerific which was accompanied by many glasses of red wine, some blood red nail polish application and included the main course of A Tale of Two Sisters. This is an arty Korean horror movie that sets quite an intense mood without much really actually happening for quite a long time. The scary parts are scary and the entire film reeks of suffering, insanity and claustrophobia so in other words, a nice end to the evening. Even if we were left totally bemused, and confused. Thank goodness for the internet to explain the plot to us. Hilariously, the director didn’t bother to clarify the plot in the DVD special features (he did help to confuse me more though), it was some random stage hand who let us in on some of the secrets (are we dumb or does this really not make any sense we wondered?) and the internet told us the rest. Definitely worth a watch if ever on the look out for a beautiful, thickly moody tale.
All in all, a lovely, relaxing, invigorating, exhausting, fun-packed weekend. Oh, and today we did our dance concert on the Flynn stage and I got to dance two dances: a sexy Tom Waits tune and the very scary and angry "He Had it Coming" from Chicago. I was weirdly nervous tonight but it felt good to be on stage and do these numbers which we have been practicing for months. Better still, I got to pretend I was a lady in prison who had killed some dude! Oooh, I love big dramatic dance numbers that I can sink my teeth into and use my silly putty clown face for its intended purposes. Oddly enough, I still feel the lingering anger of those wronged cell block tango ladies. How to soak that anger out of my head? Ah well, now it is time to work on my next-already-overdue-editing-project for work. Ah life, ain't it grand?
PS I heart you digital camera. You are the best companion a girl with a new blog could ever have!
7 comments:
My favorite memory of Sunday was walking in the park under the newly budding trees and smelling something vaguely familiar... then Suzanne is like... "D you you smell that... what is that... That smells like Cum!"
And it did. exactly like it. give or take. Weird. great weekend it was babe :)
no that was the trees... the tree's buds smelled like cum. what kind of trees are those? anyone? So off putting, walking along thinking... "what the... (smells hands) no... then, smells shirt... no... god... i hope..." OH! it's the trees! Duh! Whew!."
man, them cum trees were stinky. perhaps an internet search is in order...after a quick google for: "trees that smell of cum" i now realize that there are many such trees and many people talking about it. for instance, from a blog:
basically every year around late march, early april, these trees blossom and emit the most horrific odor known to man. they can be found all over the emory/clifton road area, as well as in the VA highlands and midtown. who knows where they have spread by now.... i guess i refer to them as nut trees, although i have heard the varieties: cum trees, pussy trees, vemunda trees, chode trees.
they could be hawthorne trees or bradford pear trees but one thing is for sure, there are many, many, many trees out there that smell like cum. word.
they were hawthorne, i remember now...
hawthorne... more like Cumthorne.
more like... Jizzthorne.
no, wait... um... Spunkthorne?
more about the mythical Spoogethorn:
Yet the Hawthorn is also considered to be a tree destined to bring bad fortune to the owner, as this is the thorny tree that some believe was made into the crown of thorns used at Christ's Crucifixion. It naturally follows that to bring any part of the tree into a house but most importantly the flowers, will result in someone in the house dying.
Attacking or cutting down a Hawthorn tree should not be attempted for the same reason. One contradiction to this belief is that to place a Hawthorn branch above the door will warn negative forces not to enter. Some believe that the Hawthorn is a holy plant which is why no negative energies will find peace by it.
The flowering of the Hawthorn tree is a sure sign that winter is over and spring is underway, hence the tree has been viewed as an indicator of changes in the seasons or a weather omen.
The Hawthorn in ancient mythology is said to have been created from lightning and it is known that Germans traditionally used wood of the Hawthorn in funeral pyres as it was thought to assist the souls of the dead in ascension.
A Scottish legend tells of how the Hawthorn was believed to be a place where Fairies met at a special trysting-place. A circle was drawn around an ancient tree by young boys that were about to plough a field. The circle denoted that the plough was not to enter therefore preserving the tree. Suddenly a table appeared which was covered set with bread, cheese and wine within the circle. One of the boys sat and ate telling the others 'Fair fa' the hands whilk gie'...
yeah...i think i see where this is going, young boys and a spunkthorn, never a good combo...
well, my favorite part of the weekend was getting to hug tanner and how i kept telling everyone they were 2 cool 4 school.
ella's favorite part was getting to lick ice cream off the ground.
sierra's favorite part was getting to drag eva and tanner around with her power house of a lab/pit bull body.
and those trees, well i just keep smelling them, and though i will try to think of rejuvenation and the playfulness of faeries, i will still probably just think of late nights in the back of my boyfriend's car...
dang girl! what were you doing in that backseat? "smelling the hawthorn?" yuck, yuck. no seriously, ella can lick my creamee any ol day of the week and sierra is the best exercise an arm can get! and i will always remember not to be 2 cool 4 school...my fav suzanne monroe memory from the weekend is gossiping on the couch with you at the monkey bar...sigh, good times...
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