What I Did on My Summer Vacation (Part 3): Sh*t Gets Real

All right, let’s just get on with it, shall we?  I did a lot this summer, but summer gets farther away every day and rather than report on every lovely, sun-soaked moment, I’ma get to the good stuff.

Because there was one thing I did this summer that trumps playing flapper dress-up, exploring Colorado, and even reuniting with dear old friends.

I did something big, you guys, and I didn’t do it alone.

WE MADE A HUMAN.

Yup.  Mission: Conception 2k12 was a success (and a quick one – looks like the mister and I have fully functional downstairs parts).  Our creation is set to debut early May 2013, which means I’m now happily in the magical second trimester.  The first trimester was pretty horrible, to tell the truth, but I won’t go into every pukey detail.  Instead, here’s an excerpt from the little green notebook (“EPP Pregnancy v. 1.0”) I’ve been carrying in my purse:

Sunday 9/9/12: Hereby commencing week six.  So far, I’ve felt, oh, a thousand different things, including but not limited to:

disbelief
joy
anxiety
sadness
nausea
fatigue
desire to eat only mayonnaise
giddiness 
extreme tit pain/swelling

Things I want nothing to do with right now are mainly:

bras
anything that smells like anything
anyone who doesn’t know I’m pregnant yet (because it’s like a free pass to act weird/bitchy/exhausted/lame/etc.)  

I’m trying to work on my new routine for our show in a couple weeks, but I’m not finding it easy for some reason.  Maybe all my creative energy is in use elsewhere in my body?  Or maybe nausea and cannibal-themed burlesque don’t mix?  Odd that I’m doing this routine that’s all about death and destruction, all the while, unbeknownst to most people, my body is secretly doing just the opposite.

Cue “Circle of Life” here?

So there you have it, folks.  This summer I made a freakin’ baby.  It’s safe to say this blog will be taking a turn for the pregnant, but I hope to keep it not entirely baby-centric, since my life is still many other things, especially while this little apple* is still ripening.  I still want to keep performing as long as I feel up to it, so expect perhaps some thoughts on preggo burlesque in the future.  I’ll try to keep the nursery inspiration to a minimum.**

* That is, until Sunday, when it will magically turn into an avocado!

** Mainly because we probably won’t have an actual designated nursery.  C’mon, we’re poor renters, and all my costumes and stuff aren’t just going to disappear!

What I Did On My Summer Vacation (Part 2): We Love Lucy

My next installment of What I Did On My Summer Vacation features everyone’s favorite: a baby!  This is Lucy, who has the enviable distinction of being the first baby born to a member of our burlesque troupe.  On a hazy, humid late summer afternoon, she and her husband held a meet-and-greet for Miss Lucy, which of course provided countless adorable photo ops.  Now’s the time to look elsewhere if you hate sweet baby photos…

Lucy and Mama.

Good dreams.

Holding court.

Examining.

Not too shabby.

She was clearly very responsive to all the attention.

Sweetly oblivious.

Oh, and those FEET.

Obviously, every burlesque troupe needs its own baby.  Which reminds me: I’m shipping off to Seattle for BurlyCon tomorrow morning!  Expect a full report (and definitely at least one or two more summer retrospective posts) when I make my triumphant, glitter-encrusted return to the east coast.

Insta(nt)gra(tification)m: Playing Catch-Up Edition

Man, even my Instagramming has been quiet lately.  These span a month and a half, a trip to Colorado (more on that to come), a burlesque show, apple picking, a wedding, and a few other random things thrown in there too.

1. An oddly intimate moment in the on-flight safety booklet.
2. Lights in Vail, CO.
3. The view from the window at my friend Sarah’s place in Boulder.
4. Rehearsal.
5. Somerville, lookin’ fine.
6. My attempt at drawing the Prince symbol.
7. My in-laws’ dog, Buddy.  So in love.
8. Tech rehearsal sexiness.
9. Wisest fortune yet
10. A burlesque prop cake in the making.
11. Pre-show glitter lips.
12. The mister picks an apple.
13. The setting for the wedding we attended last week.
14. My (mostly) successful apple crisp.
15. What I came home to yesterday.  That’s my husband under an afghan, wearing a straw boater hat.

What I Did On My Summer Vacation (Part 1)

Hello, internet.  I know I have been woefully absent from my little fledgling blog, and for that I am sorry.  I plan to make that up to you, tenfold, in the coming days/weeks/months.  To begin my atonement, I present to you a multi-part series entitled What I Did On My Summer Vacation.

(Original, I know.)

To kick it off, I give you a photo recap of our weekend mini-trip to NYC for the Jazz Age Lawn Party on Governor’s Island.  For those of you unfamiliar with it, the Jazz Age Lawn Party is a big two-day 1920s-style lawn party, complete with costumes, cocktails, a big band and dancing.  I’d wanted to go for years, so this year I decided it was time.  I gathered my cheap beads and a vaguely art deco-esque Urban Outfitters dress I’d scored at Buffalo Exchange* and hopped on the bus with the husband (and his old-timey bathing suit) in tow.  Here’s what the day looked like.

A full lawn.

Adam and Trudy in full regalia.

My dear friend Emily channels 1920s bohemian.

Emily x 2.

Me and my fella.

Balmy temperatures and long lines** notwithstanding, it was a mighty fine time.

Stay tuned for the next episode of What I Did On My Summer Vacation!  I promise there’s even more good stuff to share soon…

* I don’t shop at Urban Outfitters, for reasons maybe someday I’ll blog about.  #highhorse

** They eventually started bringing free cocktails to us poor souls waiting in the food lines…

Excuses, Excuses.

You have been woefully neglected, little blog.  I have many things to write about, and will do so soon, I promise.  I have been super busy and super exhausted, in part because I’ve been preparing for this:

In the Boston area?  Come check us out!  Sept 21, 22, 28 and 29!  Glitter!  Boobs!  Fake blood!  Boobs!  Unicorns!  Boobs!

You get the picture.

August Insta(nt)gra(tification)m.

Hey, friends. Feast your eyes on August’s Instagram delights…

1. Husband and feathered friend.
2. Apparently you can exit reality right outside the Davis Square Au Bon Pain.
3. Getting some quality time with Lucy, our burlesque troupe’s first baby.
4. My classy husband’s classy shirt. (Confession: it was my idea.)
5. My first visit to Haberdash Vintage at SoWa Open Market (I got a dress – will play show and tell soon).
6. Various goods at the SoWa Vintage Market.
7. My sister and her new pup, Duncan.  I swear he’s real and not a Muppet.
8. Reclining at my hair appointment, complimentary peach sangria in hand.
9. One of the props for the routine I’m working on.
10. Heaven?
11. Presley, our dog-host during a weekend trip to NYC.
12. Doubtful.  Glitter is not that easily stopped.
13. NEW YORK BAGELS, YO.
14. Our trivia team name.
15. Deceptively gorgeous sky in Medford.
16. Sad Mr. Washington on the side of the Clover food truck in Dewey Square.

It’s My (Beach) Party and I’ll (Walk Around In A Bikini) If I Want To.

Who wants to hear about working overtime and headaches and fatigue?
No?  Good, I don’t feel like writing about those things right now.
Who likes theme parties and photos and photos of theme parties?
OMG, so do I!  Let’s talk about those instead.
So, the husband, who is currently enjoying what he calls “funemployment,” recently decided to throw a beach party at our place.  The resulting soiree was a success, with a “mystery punch,” tiki torches, and plenty of props:

Everyone’s interpretation of “beach wear” was slightly different, which made for some damn good photo ops.

See?  We are not letting summer go without a fight.

Things and Stuff.

 

 

 

 

Ahoy, friends.  I’m still alive, chugging away at the new position at work.  Lately I’ve been spending my days reading and entering info from law students’ resumes, which makes me feel woefully a) old and b) under-accomplished.  I’m not actually sure how I’ve found time to write this, actually, so I’m going to make it quick since I’m sure I’ll remember something I’m supposed to be doing any moment now.

Aside from work, I’ve been continuing to try to get every last moment of potential awesomeness out of the remaining summer.  We’ve made weekend trips, hosted parties, shopped flea markets and vintage fairs, and sang lots of karaoke.  Today we’re headed to NYC for the Jazz Age Lawn Party, which I’ve wanted to go to for a couple years now so of course I’m SUPEREXCITED.  I just need to make it another hour or so and we’ll be on our way!  Expect lots of photos in the future of all aforementioned events.

And, just for fun/vanity, here’s a quick outfit shot from a few weeks ago.  My summer uniform this year seems to be maxi skirts, mismatched patterns and headscarves.  Or, the “I-Dress-Myself-In-The-Dark” look.

(shirt – Threadless / skirt – LOFT [Yes, I was surprised, too] / scarf – thrifted (via Šarka’s Collection at the Davis Flea) / glasses – Coastal.com)

Unrelated: that box isn’t really full of Cheez-Its, unfortunately.  Enjoy the glimpse of what our home looks like, though.  Oh hey, there’s an idea for a post…

August, via Spotify

This month’s Spotify playlist is how August feels to me, in 20 songs.  In my mind, August feels a bit like dancing at a bar at 1:30 AM on a Saturday.  You’re tired, you’re sweaty, you know it’s almost over, and yet still you’re all WAITWAITCOMEONONEMORESONGONEMOREDRINKIWANTTHISTOLASTFOREVER and then the next thing you know it’s the next morning (or the fall) and everything the night (months) before feels like a heatstroke fever dream.

You know what I mean?  August, man.  Sexy, frenzied, overheated August.

 

Come on!  Just a little longer, August!

But This Day By The Lake Went Too Fast.

Summer!  Oh, summer.  My favorite kind of summer is full of late nights and lazy mornings, impromptu gatherings and wine-soaked conversations.  To be a successful summer, it must include at least one awful sunburn and one group camping trip.  And by these standards, I’ve had a successful summer indeed.

A few weeks ago, the mister and six of our friends and I retreated to a state park near Albany for a weekend of lounging, frisbee-ing, and lake-swimming.  It was kind of perfect, really.

It was definitely far from roughing it, but there’s just something so nice about having no choice but to sit around and just talk to each other – no TV, no cell phone, no laptop – just the company of people who you genuinely like.  It’s something I want to make sure I do on a regular basis.  And you should too.