"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com


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Of Southern Belles and Big Apples

I’ve been MIA for a few days because I’ve been off celebrating one of life’s most important coming of age events: holy matrimony. No, no, don’t worry, I did not elope with Airport Freak (see below), although it took everything in my power not to yield to the temptation. My friend Jenny is the one tying the knot at the end of the summer, and the other bridesmaids and I took her to NYC this past weekend to celebrate the occasion. (Yes, I have issues with the fact that my friends are getting married, but I don't want to discuss my quarter-life crisis right now). It would be impossible to write about all of the wonderful events of the trip, so I’ll boil it down to the 5 most memorable:

1. One of the Girls. If left to my own devices, I would maintain good personal hygiene and keep my fingernails and toenails in respectable, functional condition. But when this particular group of girlfriends takes control, I become a manicured, pedicured, eyebrow-waxed, walking stereotype of a girly girl. And the thing is--I really enjoy it when they force me to partake of such nonsense. There is nothing wrong with liking it when someone massages your feet. I now have a French manicure (Freedom manicure if you're nasty), a pedicure, and perfectly groomed brows. As we walked out of the salon, Melissa caught me admiring my nails and said, "I love making Bekah do girly things. It's my favorite pastime." Yeah, don't quit your day job. We also did other "girly" things like sit around watching movies and eating cookie dough. (I personally think that the general act of sitting around watching movies and eating junk is a gender-neutral pastime). One movie we watched was The Sweetest Thing. Actually, my friends watched it, laughing periodically, while I sat, relatively catatonic, attempting to quantify the shittiness of what was unfolding before me. It ranged somewhere between extreme disgust and infinite repugnance. But this brings me to the absolute best thing about my friends: we may disagree about a lot of things, but we have each other in common, and somehow that is enough to maintain and nurture an amazingly strong decade of friendship.

2. Off Broadway, and Off With Their Pants. On Friday night we saw Naked Boys Singing, which, for the most part, lived up to the title. If I had the job of titling the show, I would probably lean towards Strikingly Nude Young-to-Middle-Aged Gay Men Singing and Dancing Within Inches of Your Face, but sadly it's not up to me. Anyway, the show was hilarious, and definitely worth the wait for tickets, especially for a bachelorette party. A group of gay men in line behind us for the show joked, "Girls? What's a group of girls here for?" We laughed, and I said, "The same thing you are!" The show was an experience you really just can't describe, but I'll give you a taste: the opening song of the second act was called "Members Only," and I assure you the pun was most definitely intended. I do not recommend the front row seat if you are at all timid; the production gives new meaning to the phrase "intimate performance."

3. Serendipity, minus the banal script and horrendously implausible plotline. We went to the famous restaurant and had the famous "Frrozen Hot Chocolate," which was fantastic, but not nearly as good as the $12 slice of cheesecake which we all devoured in seconds. I will remember that cheesecake forever.

4. Musical Shoes. We did lots of walking this weekend, and every day I wore a different pair of shoes. But I didn't do this because I enjoy variety. Let me explain. About a week ago, my favorite flip-flops died. It was an ugly, graphic death. The between-the-toe piece was violently extracted from the rubber sole in a most vulgar fashion, and the plastic innards were splayed onto the sidewalk. Sadly, none of my other shoes were sufficiently broken in for the amount of walking we did this weekend. Therefore, every day my feet were mutilated in a different place. I have cuts on the tops of my feet from one pair of sandals, on the sides from others, and assorted blisters from two pairs of boots. Luckily, I did not get frostbite or trench foot. I am hoping gangrene does not set in. At least I can rest assured that my toenails are in perfect condition.

5. "Turn around, bright eyes..." There is nothing like four great friends dancing in a bar, sipping tasty drinks, singing Total Eclipse of the Heart at the top of our lungs, and joyfully ignoring the unimpressive male clientele. Yes, this weekend we lived the "Ladies Night" that Kool and the Gang extol so beautifully in song. And it was good.

posted by Bekah at 8:31 PM :: |