so i'm a bridesmaid in my law school friend's november wedding.  she is a totally low key chick, which is why we get along.  she has actually handed over most wedding planning duties to her mom - for instance, when i asked her what her wedding colors were, she shrugged bc she simply didn't know.  and she doesn't care.   neither does her younger sister, the moh.

unfortunately, for as low key as the bride is, two of her bridesmaids are equally psychotic.  they are totally out of their minds, emailing like 5-6 times a day about bachelorette party planning.  they convened a bridesmaids meeting 2 months ago so we could start planning.  they want to do an entire day-long thing with activity after activity basically until we are all broke.  some of their ideas are simply stupid and corny, but i kept my mouth shut, even when they got all excited about having tshirts made that everyone has to wear, which i am totally dreading.  i wanted to suffer through and be a good bridesmaid, but it's gotten to the point that i just can't anymore.  it's one thing to suffer through being tortured by your friend, but it's another thing to suffer through being tortured by her friends. 

i got another email today with the day's schedule which ended with something about getting logo'ed shorts.  i thought to myself, tshirts AND shorts?  like a freaking uniform?  wtf?  so i finally emailed back and was like, let's skip the shorts and maybe watch the spending.  (i know, buzzkill but seriously, wtf?)  this leads to a bunch of tense emails ending up in the ultimate realization that she mistyped "shirts" and there are no shorts.  however, i have just let everyone know how i am less than 100% thrilled about the day, totally unappreciative of all their efforts planning the entire thing and now i am an asshole. 

i don't know why i'm not used to being an asshole by now.  it's kind of my thing.  you can always count on it.  the husband will always cheer for the redskins, maggie moo will always chase squirrels and i'll always be an asshole.  outcast for life baby.

So the market is really slow right now and particularly slow for me, as a real estate attorney.  My firm has laid off a bunch of associates and I'm lucky to still have a job but I can't help still feeling incredibly dissatisfied.  I am so bored.  I never had time to blog before, I mean sometimes I barely had time to go to the bathroom.  And that's how I like it.  These days, I come in late, take long lunches, surf the internet a little and then leave early.  I cannot stand it... 

So after a long hiatus, I am back to blogging in my freetime, but Xanga has changed a lot since I last posted regularly.  It is actually pretty unrecognizable to me, and I am having a hard time navigating it.  It's like I'm some old fogey trying to figure out how to use the internets for the first time.

The husband and I decided to postpone moving to DC for now.  The job market blows, nobody's exactly looking for a real estate associate right now.  I actually went through two rounds of interviews at a nice firm that I was excited about when they informed me that they changed their minds and would not be hiring anyone.  Blurg!

But I'm secretly happy about the delay.  I am not truly ready to leave the city yet.  I really do take a lot of pride in the fact that I have "made it" in NYC.  We're moving next month to a newly renovated apt in the East Village so I'm excited for that and I'm happy that I will have more time to be young and free (no mortgage, no kids).  Maybe we'll reconsider after the market bounces back, which will be......when? 

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