And so it begins!

MOH, Bridesmaid, MOH, BRIDE

My spectacular weekend kicked off with the bridal shower for Erica that co-maid of honor Kells and I had been planning for months! It was deemed 'Nacho Average Bridal Shower' and when you get a group of our friends together, no doubt it will be fun.

The bride herself made the glorious lettering above, and the bridesmaids and I provided the delectables which included a rose sangria I concocted (recipe coming soon) and later margarita cupcakes and pina colada ice cream, handmade by Jiscilla. 

Kells decided that we should make pinatas, and they turned out lovely though it took roughly eight million hours to make. And I really only worked on the G. NEVER MAKE A G PINATA IF YOU WANT YOUR SANITY! Here is the lovely tutorial from Kelly's blog.

We played three games between hanging out eating tacos and playing with the photo background: one in which you had to play 20 questions with the female half of a power couple strung on your back, the Newlyweds Game in which we recorded the groom-to-be answering questions about the Bride the week previous and played his answers to the Bride after she guessed them, and our old favorite Celebrities! Like we said, Nacho Average.

Groom on computer, me, Bride, bridesmaid!

Our old friend/roommate Eko joining in on the festivities.

The best faces during Celebrities

That photo above is one of me in pure ecstasy as I gorge on a margarita cupcake. It's classy, I know. The party was also facilitated by a playlist that mixed some fun dance songs, Bride-centric songs (everybody has their favorites), and Cinco de Mayo-themed songs. We were shaking (is it called twerking now???) along to it throughout the afternoon.

I've also had this neon yellow dress in my closet for years without having a place to wear it because it's just so damn bright. It came QUITE in handy for the bridal shower, plus the drop waist gives it an air of Great Gatsby-ness, right? I mean, that's what I'm going to tell myself. Fashion!

It was so much fun, and I was exhausted that evening as I came home to Jesse. After a night of backgammon, on bright and sunny Sunday we walked around Brooklyn, enjoyed watching the Five Borough Bike Ride for a bit, and then settled in for Iron Man 3, which I loved. My review is on Letterboxd, obviously!

Sunday night was spent on a double date with one of our favorite couples and then all of us coming back to our place for GAME OF THRONES. I mean, another couple you can sit and talk to about the show for an hour afterwards (and before!) is a good couple. Plus, a good show!

I'd say the summer season has begun...even though the weather hasn't reached over 70 degrees in these here parts. We've got a countdown going for our best friend's wedding and the weather is getting warmer and the summer blockbusters are revving up! YES! EXCITEMENT!

(Okay, I'm done now.)

Celine & Jesse Forever.

Tomorrow is the first day of May. This means we are 25 days from the release of Before Midnight. The ongoing tale of Celine and Jesse is one of my favorite fictional stories, probably because unlike romantic comedies and most romance depicted onscreen, these two characters represent something close to real. Their conversations, their chemistry, their body language.

Celine and Jesse first met as young people on a train in Europe, and then they met again nine years later in Paris with much more personal history. And now, after nine more years, we will have another view into their characters' lives. I'm not the only person extremely excited by the prospect, as my friend Amy took it upon herself to create the shirt I'm wearing above on her Society 6 page. Get one for yourself -- no superfan should be without!

I wish I had more movie-themed t-shirts. Not logo or title emblazoned, though. But more like this shirt in which only a small sector of people may immediately understand who it's referring to. If while wearing this shirt somebody smiles in recognition, I will be so happy. It's like going to a Ryan Adams show and being like, "these are my people" (a stranger next to me at his Town Hall show years ago alluded to this before he came on stage, I concurred). Or when, before the show started airing, I saw people on the subway reading A Game of Thrones and I always said something like, "that series is amazing!" in a way that hopefully let them know I was not trying to be a creep. I will start conversations with almost anybody about something I love.

And I LOVE these movies. I mean, last year when Jesse and I went to Paris I plotted out a chronological walking tour of Before Sunset. We started at Shakespeare & Co., went to the zinc bar cafe Le Pur, walked the Promenade, etc. That's how much I love that movie. And I haven't even been to Vienna yet.

Last night Jaime (while rewatching this week's Game of Thrones as I sat in above t-shirt) admitted to me that she'd only seen Before Sunrise, which left me flabbergasted. We're setting up a screening of Before Sunset (which I think is better than the first film) pronto. Do you love Celine and Jesse? Are you excited for Before Midnight? Is there a movie you are somewhat fanatical about because of their characters or another reason? Do share.

In conclusion, now you know what I'll be wearing to the theaters on May 24th.

Do whatever that it takes, he got a winner's mind.

My view on Saturday from Chelsea Brewery.

I tend to look forward to weekends not only for the time away from work but also to refresh me for another week. I aim to relax for the most part, but this weekend proved too busy with fun to reenergize. Not that I minded in the slightest.

On Friday evening a few people gathered at a delicious Thai restaurant in Williamsburg for a send-off to our lovely friend Jess who is moving to San Francisco. I arrived in the area early (I'm always early, to everything), but luckily another friend was nearby to catch up with over a glass of wine at the Brooklyn Winery--one of my favorite places in Brooklyn.

The dinner was joyous and the opposite of how sad goodbyes can be. Jess is moving on to another coast with positive vibes emenating; I am sad that SF is capturing a neighbor, friend, book club member, and writer's colony founder, but I am so happy for her.

Afterwards, another friend was in need of a social partner after having done the 'trading our stuff back' deed post-getting dumped. I met her at a nearby bar and we proceeded to clink our glasses to good riddance. Liars: not worth a damn.

I was most excited for Saturday when two of my favorite people, the pinnacle 'Good People' were in town. This couple, Bob and Erica, are so loved that no less than 15 people gathered for a brunch to enjoy their presence. Many college-era stories were rehashed and newly remembered with laughter. (If you were nearby you may have heard some phrases like: "And then he walked out of my apartment at dawn with my sheet wrapped around him to drive back to D.C.," "[Redacted] was in the hallway in her underwear because nobody was around to see her," or "Her mom walked into our apartment and blasted John Denver at 7am when everybody was still sleeping.")

The day was as long as it was fun: a great margarita-fueled brunch, a walk to Chelsea Piers to embarass our friend Dan who was playing hockey (hooting and hollering commenced), a stop in at Chelsea Brewery to enjoy the sunny day, and then a moment of respite and take-out at Kells' and Jon's apartment.

It was a moment needed since by 10pm we had to gather our second wind. This was also fueled by my latest collection of pump-up songs. Kells, Erica, and I proceeded to dance around the living room with Riggins jumping in unison. Riggins, a fun-loving French bulldog that you can see all over Kelly's blog is the best jump dancer.

We went to a nearby bar to meet more friends and as I am wont to do as of late, I entered in a long conversation about Game of Thrones in terms of the books and television show. I promised myself I wouldn't stay out late, but then, you know, a discussion of Book 3 happened.

On Sunday after leisurely getting up from bed, I met my friend Amy for lunch at Momofuku. We discussed our favorite movies and tv shows and books and then went to her apartment to watch a foreign film called A Royal Affair. We are both avid Hannibal fans and equally creeped out by the actor who plays the titular character, Danish actor Mads Mikkelsen. You may remember him as the 'leaky-eye villain' from Casino Royale. Anyway, I saw something on the internet about this Oscar-nominated film had a romantic storyline and in my astonishment told Amy we had to watch our old friend 'Mads,' (how great is that name?) in this period drama. And so we did. And it was GREAT; Mads is superb and I must admit he made me weep. Review here on Letterboxd.

Mads be smilin'!

Afterwards I came home and prepared myself some dinner and cleaned around the house. I was washing the dishes when I heard the key slip in the lock. I held my wet hands dripping over the kitchen sink while I leaned over to see who it might be.

It was Jesse. OF COURSE.

He was supposed to arrive Tuesday night but surprised me like he almost always does. It was wonderful to see him walk in the door and kiss him and pull at his ever-growing beard. The usual friends came over for Game of Thrones and Mad Men and then Jesse and I settled into bed as Pee Wee lay between us, purring loudly. We were both out within minutes of hitting the pillow; such a fun weekend it had been.

My girls can't tell me nothin', I'm gone in the brain.

 

It's Friday! I expect next week to be extremely busy because of work, and Jesse also returns! So I'm going to relish in this weekend. May is fast approaching, and having realized I didn't see a single movie in theaters during April, I looked at the release schedule and then promptly e-mailed the following to one of my fellow movie-loving friends:
 

Subject: We must prepare for May.
 

Because I just looked at the release schedule. And I don't know how you're feeling about certain movies but pretty much every weekend there is a movie I want to see opening:
 

WEEK ONE: IRON MAN 3 [directed by Shane Black who directed RDJ in my favorite RDJ movie of all time, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang]
 

WEEK TWO: THE GREAT GATSBY [this could be terrible but also it's Baz and great literature, so I have to see it]
 

WEEK THREE: STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS [no lie, the first star trek was my favorite movie of 2009. I saw it four times in the theater. NO LIE. And this one has Cumberbatch, circling towards my favorite name ever to say a lot. Benedict Cumberbatch.]
 

WEEK FOUR: BEFORE MIDNIGHT [I mean. Duh. I nearly attempted getting into one of the two screenings this past week at the Tribeca Film Festival, but sadly it did not work out.]
 

WEEK FIVE: THE EAST [Okay, this was the one stretching because May has five weeks and I had to pick one, but I am highly interested in this indie drama....]
 

SO THERE'S MAY. WHAT SAY YOU?

 

Sincerely,
Jessica

 

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Please let us note Julie Delpy's hair. Celine always had a center part, and she always looked tres French, and her hair is wavy and messy like mine so, further inspiration as discussed in my last post. As in, I wish I was Julie Delpy. (And could pull off messy hair; I definitely "try" a lot.)

 

 

And! Clementine.

You're on a different road, I'm in the milky way.

On Tuesday afternoon I was able to leave work early. I'd shot a text to a friend in a fragile state about meeting up, and as so often happens with a friend in need of conversation, she asked that we meet at the nail salon. Over the acetone fumes she divulged her recent hardships, and after the purging and venting of the emotional situation, we were ready for food -- and a drink.

We're classy ladies, though, so it was off to a local eatery where we toasted my French '75 to her Southern Sea. After taking in some good greens (breakups don't always manifest in sugar, but in living well...) we wandered towards a nearby hotel bar with great views of Manhattan. We were joined by a third friend and after the first round, the bartender must have sensed our drama-tinged conversation and offered us a free shot and a free second round. And then we toasted to endings and positive mental attitudes and the future.

Hotel bars are strange. Sometimes I get the impression the clientele is simply out of towners looking for some excitement. Perhaps I just always think of that scene from Out of Sight, the one just prior to the great 'What If?' scene in which Karen Cisco deftly handles some businessmen trying to hit on her. But I digress.

I walked to the subway that night with the wind chilling my face and a big wide smile, because why not?

Last night I spent at home doing some chores and for some reason felt compelled to rewatch Brian De Palma's 1976 horror classic Carrie. I honestly don't know why I did, but I hadn't seen it in over a decade. It was creepier than I remembered, and it holds up so well. Sometimes movies can become such 'icons' or have iconic imagery that that's all that comes to mind. I'd forgotten about the odes to Hitchcock within, the great cinematography, and the still-relevant themes. By movie's end, I may or may not have also been taken by Sissy Spacek's ultra '70s locks. My obsession became somewhat solidified by the fact that I took a shower and then parted by hair down the middle, something I never do.

Below, Carrie White and myself this evening trying to rock the center part. Some strands were obviously fighting it; I have naturally wavy hair. After having short hair for a while, I'm now all about growing my hair as long as possible. Should probably keep up with watching '70s film classics for inspiration.

Carrie and Tommy

This is my attitude face with the lovely Jaime tonight in Brooklyn for an El Sportivo show.

Okay fine, here is my PMA face.