Girls got game

So this weekend was interresting... as some of my close friends know, I've recently let "party em" back out of the closet. I want to keep up with John, and truth is I've had a pretty good time when I do let loose a little. Not partying like my teenage years, no raver style pink hair and party drugs, just some classic boozin.
On Friday night, we went out dancing. I got hit on by this tall statuesque black man who said I was beautiful and it would make his friends night if I danced with his friend because it was his birthday... I said sorry I'm engaged, and introduced him to my fiance. I think he told john that he was a lucky man and he hopes it works out... so that was confidence booster one. ;) we then proceeded to go to Mint to meet up with a friend... I got sex-me eyes from 2 hot little girlies. And when I say hot I mean spicy and fiesty. One of the girls was a teeny little blonde, petite but wicked sexy and we danced... truthfully I was just trying to show off a little (and I want to drive my fiance wild), but the little freak bit me! Like hard enough to leave teeth marks and bruises the next day.
I told John, ill always find the girls sexy, but I want him, only him. Plus girls are freaking crazy. Crazy.

Crazy. Myself included. ;)

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drunk ladies requesting jams

So we are at johns aunts 50th party and the older ladies love mr. Dj. Hahah... oh man. Good times with the fams.

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dance dance revolution

Dance dance...

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50 days from today...

our wedding website

Too Plugged In

Ever think we're just too plugged in these days? I mean I know I'm a facebook addict, and I am certainly not the worst. I have a twitter too. @shegotrhythm.
But these days I just feel like everyone's too plugged in.
Case in point: I deactivated my fb last week, only to reactivate it this week. I felt out of the loop, and the wedding pictures were all going to be on fb from the wedding I was at last week and I wanted to see them. No one was going to take the time to email me, or upload them to flicker... so I logged back on.....And shaaaabam, roped right back in. Even uploading pictures last night from my laptop while I was in class. (That class kills me, btw. It's soooooooo boring.) It drives my fiance crazy, so I've been trying to not post on his wall pukey I love you and count-downs to our wedding, and comment on his every status. But I am not really taking it seriously. The way I feel like I used to..

Apparently some people take it way too seriously. So I pissed one of John's friends off this morning by posting a picture that I created of him bald and fat and dancing like a ballerina. (It was just through one of the faceinhole things website) So it wasn't even really him which was obvious. I was just ragging on him because this crazy kid bicked his head last night, like full out with a razor... I wanted to see a picture so bad. John and other people at work were trying to get a picture of his skinny little skinhead-looking spanish skull... He was so upset by it he wore a black winter hat and said this is all you guys are seeing on facebook. So I posted my version and proceeded to bust on him via text message. Cause he was being ridiculous. But apparently I pushed him too far because he deleted me off facebook and sent me a nasty message saying your annoying and everyone thinks so they just won't tell you." Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Anyways I wanted to say mean things back (because there's so much I could say that would be really hurtful) but I bit my tongue because it's one of John's best friends... so I sent him a smiley face via text saying that I loved him too. Man I am such a brat some days... But it was all meant in fun, so why is he being such a baby about it? Oh well. He'll get over it I'm sure. But it just made me think dude, he takes his fb way too seriously, and he's totally a closet stalker on fb. Hahaaaa. He responds almost as quickly as I do to posts and stuff...

Ehhhhhhh so enough of my tangent. Excited to go to the food tasting for the wedding tonight at the Ocean View Inn and Resort in Gloucester. Swordfish, scallops and bacon and filet Mignon.

Whenever I think of Gloucester, the rhyme "Doctor foster went to gloucester in a shower of rain, he fell into a puddle, right up to his middle, and was never heard from again."

and I'm off..

pictures from the katie and marcus' wedding

Wedding pictures from my phone from katie and marcus vazquez wedding 6/11/11

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scholastic fun

Is it bad to think I'm smarter than my teacher? This class would be much more enjoyable if my professor didn't spout sporadic theories about group effectiveness and leadership studies and have us read 4 chapters (aprox. 100 pages a week). I just feel all these schools of thought and theories of managment swirling in my brain....

Just gotta tell myself it will all payoff cause sometimes I just want to zone out. I feel like he repeats himself and forgets the point he's trying to make, which I am guilty of as well, but I don't teach an mba class to working adults... cest le vie.

I think I did well on the quiz today though, and I got an A- on the last quiz so that's good.

Works pretty quiet in the office this week. Most of the company and upper management is at a trade show in florida... this Friday john and I are going to gloucester too for a food tasting at ocean view for our wedding. I can't wait. Then hopefully going to listen to my buds joe and nae cardoza and the bandit kings jam on railroad ave in gloucester. I love the ocean. I can't wait to smell the salt in the air....

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wedding 6.11.11

My best friend got married on Saturday, and I didn't think I'd cry, but she looked so beautiful, it made my heart melt. Katie is one of the sweetest girls I know, honest, loving, caring, beautiful... she's a peach, and on June 11, 2011 she looked like an absolute princess.

I wish this picture came out clearer. But I love her, and I wish her and Marcus a happy long loving life.

my best friends gettin hitched tomorrow

My best friend is getting married tomorrow, and I am absolutely thrilled for her. I'm not sure how she's feeling. Maybe excited, nervous, anxious, happy, a little apprehensive... I can't imagine the thoughts in her pretty little head tomorrow.
I've known katie since we were in college and she used to wear those baggy overalls with a sportsbra and I suppose I had a teeny crush on her. (maybe...She is cute as a button after all... petite, skinny, pretty.) I always wanted to be tiny. Maybe I wonder if I wanted to be her? We lost touch until we were reunited and started sylized movement together.
Its weird because I get married in 55 days or something and as I lay beside john, I smile to myself because I'm happy, I only hope I make him as happy as he makes me... I feel all of those feelings above and more. I'm looking forward to experiencing life with him. We've already bought our first house together and have been living together for 2 years so at least that won't be an adjustment. But I imagine myself carrying his child, growing and glowing with this innocent life within my belly. I'm terrifyed of it, and yet it thrills me and I yearn for it... a few more years though.
John pulls me out of this box I like to live in and challenges me.
I am learning to live for that challenge. Life is good.

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haunted mansion

11pm ramblings

laying in bed. the fan is on the highest setting on oscillate. john is laying next to me trying to sleep  and im posting this from my phone. katies rehersal dinner was tonight and that was interesting. im spiritual, but not particularly religious and almost felt uncomfortable at the church.
the rehersal dinner was at a cryptic old victorian mansion... i swear it was haunted too. ill see if i can upload some of the pictures from my phone. the building is hundreds of years old and it used to serve as an elderly living facility. i went up to the second floor with john and immediately my hair stood on end. people were laughing and banging on  the piano downstairs but it was creepy. i tried to explore the basement as well, but i barely made it around one dark dreary concrete and brick corner before i felt my heart beating out of my chest. im the biggest wuss.

Motorcycle Maddness

I used to be scared of the motorcycle John rode. I still get nervous around turns, but have tried to be much calmer about it. It's a Kawasaki ninja silver/gray bike, and I'm not a big girl, but I'm not petite either, and I think little people fair much better on the back. But I still like it, and it gives me a nice excuse to cling tight to John.

John and I took the bike out last night over to Hec and Cam's house in Millbury, MA to watch the Bruins game. At about 10pm a storm warning came up. John's like "Em, we have to go now! So I jumped on the back of the bike with him. Rain drops were starting to fall and huge flashes of lightening were blasting all around. AND JOHN WENT FAST. It was intense... a rush, and I could do nothing but hold on tight! and I actually loved it. The rain opened up from the sky, and the thunder echoed through my helmet.... I never thought I'd love riding on the back of that bike, but I loved the thrill of everything last night. Made me feel like I was really alive.

Facebook Detox

So, this seems to be way more challenging than starting a journal, but I just need to write again... I have a journal but I never use it. People seem to be so into blogging. So I'm trying switching from facebook to a blog. I use facebook excessively to a point of where it drives everyone crazy and makes them think that I have no life. It makes my fiance nuts cause I tag him in everything and I update my status like it's my job. I get my work done at work, but I like to browse through everything that's going on, see new pictures, see peoples plans for the day, etc. etc. Even now, I'm right about to leave on lunch and I just want to update my status and see what others are doing...
Hopefully this feeling of being out of the loop will fade and the important people have my phone number... right?