Monday, August 18, 2008

Happy Birthday, Nellie!

One of my girls, Nellie, just had a birthday (I took a strict vow not to disclose her age via internet posting). I will say that she grew up in the 80's, and in honor of that most sacred fashion period, she threw the most rockin' 80's party I've ever attended. Here are some of my favorite pics from the party:


These are our buds, Lee and Nancy (who, incidentally spent part of the night "slow dancing" in the most jr. high semi-formal way possible), with Kevin and me. And yes, that is an AC/DC circa 1982 shirt I'm wearing. What you don't see here is the fact that Kevin's pant leg is rolled up like LL Cool J, I'm wearing leggings with JELLY shoes, and Lee has the tight rolled jeans along with matching checkerboard shoes.
There was a checkerboard dance floor and we actually lost the visual of Lee for a bit while he was doing the worm..



This is one of the birthday girl herself, doing her Vogue pose.


These are actual vintage 80's gloves. Nellie's been saving these in the secret hope that the trend makes its way back into mainstream fashion. Don't lie, Nellie - I'm on to ya :)


It's like Lee stepped right out of the 80's. I had completely forgotten about the side part with accompanying side spike. Nice touch, Lee.


And seriously - could Monica be any more 80's?


I won the door prize 80's mix cd and have been listening to "Love of a Lifetime" by Firehouse on repeat in my car since Saturday night. Shameful, I know.

Monday, August 04, 2008

WTF?

I work on an island.
The entire office is covered in windows, which face the beach, which lies something like 40 feet away from the windows.
Barrelling toward my office is a tropical storm, which is expected to be a hurricane by morning. Along with hurricanes come minimum winds of 75 mph, and something like 6-8 (or more) inches of rain.
This poses a problem for most people, sure. But for those of us who have to cross a 3-lane bridge which stands hundreds of feet in the air to get to work, it's a big problem.
I'm not driving my happy self across a scary-ass bridge in 75 mph winds. Not happening.
And with less than 24 hours until expected landfall of Tropical Storm/Hurricane Edouard, the best we can get out of our managers is, "In the event of a DELAYED opening tomorrow..."
You bitches. Delayed BETTER mean "delayed until Wednesday."
That's all I'm saying...