Things that make me laugh

A gchat conversation between me and my lil sis yesterday...there's a lot happening here that. i. love.

Lauren: oh i dunnoooooooo

Leslee: ya right. you know
you're even a bad liar thru typing

Lauren: hahahahaha
what? i'm a perfectly adequate liar

Leslee: ya okay
so you are lying?

Lauren: shhhhhhhhhh

Leslee: hhahahahha
i'm so manipulative. thank.you.mom.

Lauren: hahaha
right?
one of the best life skills she ever gave us

Leslee: for sure
but that is bc we use it for good, not for harm

Lauren: yes. bc we get what we want. and what we want definitely always = best.

1) Les knows me so well that she can call my lies through gchat! I never claimed to be a good liar. I'm actually terrible at it. Even through typing. (But I'm really not lying about this Les! Believe it!)

2) We are both master manipulators. A lil life skill we learned from our Mom. Who is the queen of getting her way. Thanks Mom!

3) We are the brattiest of all brats. Because we think we should always get what we want. Because we are always right, naturally. Again...Thanks Mom!

we don't wanna

on this lovely friday afternoon i have another bethany and lauren story to share...and it's a pretty good one.

last week b and i went to quickly grab lunch. on a perfectly lovely sunshiney day. at 2:30 in the afternoon. because clearly 2:30 in the afternoon is an appropriate time to eat lunch. but i digress, that's a different story.

today's story is about what happened as we were walking back to the office. with giant fountain diet coke's from subway in hand. mid-conversation at the corner of watts and thompson, miss bethany suddenly flung herself towards the wall of the building and proclaimed:

"i don't waaaaannnnaaaa!"

i starred at her for a good 5 seconds before i burst out laughing and grabbed my phone to capture this picture so you could see this display of ridiculousness for yourself.



i guess this is what happens after so many 12+ hour work days and 60+ hour work weeks? i mean....we just don't wanna.

then after another weekend sleepover with miss jamie at 9a, i picked up my iphone to find this photo set as the new wallpaper:


oh bethany. she really likes my iphone. more specifically, she really likes the doodle buddy app on my iphone. and the lil froggy stamp it has. so the 'we' she is referring to here = herself and her TCU horned frogs.

i suppose none of us wish to go back to the office.

but...well...can you blame us?

sometimes we don't wanna!

A Texas Wedding

Finally!

Julia & Seaver's Texas Wedding Weekend!

September 18th, 2010
Little Elm, Texas
Julia Yale + Seaver Wang
= Wale Wedding Extravaganza!

Friday night we hit up Sneaky Pete's on Lake Lewisville for a lil post-Rehearsal Dinner celebrating.

Caroline, the pretty Bride-to-Be and me

Us and the Groom after the Rehearsal Dinner

Then on Saturday afternoon we all arrived at Camp Yale ready for the festivities. The backyard was lovely. The ceremony was down by the lake, followed by drinks and appy's near the pool, then Tex-Mex dinner (naturally) and endless dancing in the tent. Julia was gorgeous. There were tears. There was laughing. There was a whole lotta wine.

It was really hot. Texas in September hot. But that didn't stop the party. Everyone was a gross, sweaty mess. So please don't judge us by the following pictures. Just know that the party was fantastic. Cheers to Roger and Anne for a hosting a phenomenal event at their home!

Me and Caroline: Before the dancing.

This is when the tears start.

Happy.

Not sure if you noticed, but he's wearing a yellow bow tie. A bow tie! Love!

Mr. and Mrs. Wang!

W koozies. One of the many many parts of the evening that were so perfectly "Julia."

I love the first dance!

Dear Seaver, please put down the knife...actually, wait. Please cut me a piece of that delicious strawberry cake and theeeen you can put down the knife.

Me and the bride!

Congratulations friends!! Soooo happy for you!!

Me and Caroline: After (or maybe during?) the dancing.

Julia may have stolen Seaver's bow tie. Cutie cutie.

Ohsoperfect!

Congratulations to Julia and Seaver! What a wonderful Texas wedding weekend.
It was a collision of so many of our worlds. A lil college-y, a lil New York-y and a lot Texas-y. So very happy to share the weekend with so many friends from so many different places. It was a blast. And my friends are married. Married! Lots of love!

We're going...where?

Umm...so...what exactly might one wear to a rap concert? I suppose cowboy boots are inappropriate? Or anything floral? And I guess twirling probably wouldn't be acceptable?

Of course these are the questions that we got hung up on as soon as Bethany and I realized what we had gotten ourselves into. I'm a Texas girl and I grew up on country music, cowboys and slow southern twang. That's the music I love best and those are the concerts I attend most often. Rocking the cowboy boots always.

But about 2 weeks ago, me and B attended our first ever rap concert. Jay Z and Eminem. At Yankee Stadium. The first ever concert in the new stadium. And ohhhhh, how shall I put this? It. Was. Epic.


Obviously we were completely out of our concert comfort zone. We know exactly what to expect from Pat Green, Reckless Kelly, Kenny Chesney and Taylor Swift. Those are our people. But Jay Z? Eminem? This was unknown territory. Does the crowd sing along? Do we even know enough of their songs to sing along? Wait, is it even possible to sing along to rap? Hmmm.

Well here's the thing about rap concerts. Or maybe it was just because it was Eminem and Jay Z in concert. Regardless. You don't have to sing along. No need. The energy is contagious. Everyone stands.

These guys are awesome.

Eminem. Back in action.

Oh and he brought 50 Cent.

And Dr. Dre. No big deal.

Then it was time for Jay Z. He is the most awesome.
Jay Z brought Kayne (who I regrettably have no pics of). Who rocked his red suit from the VMA's 2 nights before. He might love himself lots and might have been real mean to T-Swift, but he is a dang good performer.

Then Mary J!! Who is quite fantastic herself.

And surprise! Beyonce! In a sparkly sparkly dress. Eeee!

Dear Jay, you rocked Yankee Stadium. And I loved it.

For my very first ever rap concert, Eminem + Jay Z + all kinds of incredible special guests = really really really awesome. Even if there weren't cowboy boots involved.

Can't. Stop. Watching.

Friday Night Lights. In case you haven't heard, ABC Family is now airing all seasons of FNL. Daily. From the very beginning.

And in case you haven't ever watched Friday Night Lights for some ridiculous reason that I definitely wouldn't understand, I highly recommend you start watching now.

I love this show. So so much. Something about the combination of Texas high school football, teen angst, southern accents, Tim Riggins and Coach Taylor has me completely hooked. And now that I have an episode to watch on my DVR every single day? Weeeell, now I just can't stop watching.

And in my FNL obsession, I've stumbled upon this lil interview of Kyle Chandler (aka Coach Taylor) by Diablo Cody. Quite entertaining. You watch and then try to tell me you don't love him.

You're welcome.

this is why we're friends

a sunday night exchange with bethany.

translation as follows....

LJ: taylor swift on the VMAs right now!!!!

B: just got home and turned it onnn!!!

excitement expressed via text. and typos. brilliance.

followed by a facebook wall post exchange:

Ahhh!! I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again... What does it say about me that I feel like every. single. one. of a 20-year-old's songs was taken straight out of my diary?? Oh, T Swift. You are the best.

In semi-related news: I want to rock red lipstick just. like. her. Sigh.

dear taylor,

we're not sure how you manage to write the songs of our lives, but we thank you. and for rocking red lipstick like a pro. even us 20-somethings want to be you when we grow up.

xoxo,
lj & b

and then we went back to discussing party plans for our co-worker shannon's birthday on monday. we baked. minty brownies + rainbow chip cupcakes. a dessert buffet if you will.

this is why we are friends.

xoxo

Blissfully Happy

"I am blissfully happy right now. Is that a thing?"

I had such the lovely 4-day Labor Day holiday weekend. Filled with sunshine, Longhorn football, running in Riverside Park, karaoke, a very successful visit to Jersey Target, Eat Pray Love, and lots of much needed time with my friends.

Oh! And Michelle came to visit! We did brunch at 44 & X. To which Michelle texted..."Where are we meeting??" My response...."44th and um...10th" Hence the name, 44 & X. Crazy, I know.



We ended the last official weekend of summer with one more beachy day. And it was the perfect beachy day. Perfect weather. Perfect company. Perfectly perfect.

Ok...not totally perfect. In true form, I completely overslept my alarm. By an hour. Angie and Susan were calling / texting / ringing the buzzer at 9A. I heard nothing. Oops. When I finally did answer my phone...

LJ (disoriented, but still happy): Hi!
Angie: Lauren Johnson! Get down here right now! Beach! Susan is picking us up in 5 minutes.
LJ: K. I need 10....

I am impossible.

Approximately 10 minutes later I hopped downstairs into a car full of friends. Who immediately greeted me with a collective "FAIIIIIIIIIIL."

So aside from that lil early morning setback, we had quite the successful beachy day. There was no traffic getting out to Robert Moses state park. We were laid out on the beach by 11:15am. And I was blissfully happy.


I especially enjoyed riding in a car full of girls, westbound on the Long Island Expressway, windows down, radio up, singing at the top of our lungs. We continued into the city...

"Because when do you ever get to drive through the streets of Manhattan rockin' out to Taylor Swift?!"

Exactly, Susan, exactly.

Also. This conversation with Angie happened. It stemmed from a discussion about Eat Pray Love. And it was hilarious.

So long summertime!