Life on Hold

I have been slogging lately with exception of the awesome 80s party update. I felt like I have been holding my breath for the last month, not committing myself to anything. Last week though I was able to exhale again when I learned that I got the fellowship position that I had interviewed for in mid-August! I am excited for the opportunity and the move to 'Hotlanta' as my brother puts it. Now I can post some of the activities over the last month.

Dinner at the Flying Biscuit. Delish!

Fried Green Tomatoes in Atlanta. Yum Yum!

Donkey at the Saline Fair

Demolition derby at the Saline fair. I felt like I had a concussion and lower back pain just watching these cars crash into each other. This was to say the least a cultural experience.

Itzhak Perlman Concert. Sorry I didn't get a picture of Itzhak just the funky stage decor.

Little Joy, a band I love, opened for Regina Spektor

Regina! She's amazing

Detroit Tour

Snuck into a free screening of "Whip It." Sorry about the bleary picture of the film's director and producer Drew Barrymore

Update finished- Life no longer on hold!

Drunken Frivolity

Drunken frivolity is not a term that can actually describe me because I don't drink, but I have an inkling of what it might feel like after an intoxicated evening of partying--minus the hangover-- to wonder what I did the evening before. My roommate Kara is famous for throwing themed parties and this year the theme was the '80s, the 1980s to be exact, a party that would have had a much different theme had it been in the 1880s or any other centuries '80s. As I told one roommate who was weary of dressing up "This is the one time of year that we humor Kara." While I secretly love to dress up, publicly I reluctantly rummage through my clothes to find something suitable (or borrow something) and apply make-up that will inevitably make me look like a woman of the night.

Friday night I went through this whole process for Kara's '80s party, but this time had a duty beyond merely showing up in costume, I was also in charge of the play-list. As a result I have been rocking out to 80's music all week long trying to put together what I thought would be a decent play-list. The end result was a list that, if not everybody found representative of the '80s, at least inspired dancing. That is where my drunken frivolity claim comes in. I am not by nature a dancer. After practically being thrown out of tap class because I couldn't touch my toes I decided that I would be an intellectual instead; unfortunately that didn't really worked out either. Instead I find myself getting carried away, busting dance moves that incorporate little natural rhythm and are more likely to be found in an epileptic diagnostic book than at a dance party. The music overcomes me, and to put it as one friend said as she was leaving the party, and I lose all 'inhibition'. In the moment I have a really good time but the next day I find myself wondering exactly what I did and if I should regret it? Oh well:)

So here is the photographic evidence from the night.

Roommate picture

Jody and yours truly, I love the piano tie. Very '80s

Mini-skirt crew

Golf Lessons

I was talking with some friend about golfing, reminiscing about the summer of my fourteenth year (or was it fifteenth) when I took golf lessons. I was not consistently good but I could hit a few drives in a mostly straight line. This conversation inspired me to try my hand at the game again. I wasn't ready for an actual course yet so I asked some golf-minded friends to go to the driving range with me. It was slow-going at first but I finally got off some great drives.

I learned most of what I do know about golf from my brothers, so I had Martha take a video so they can critique my swing and give me instruction (or anyone else with an informed opinion).

Here we are in all our golfing glory