My ridiculously rad cousin Emma found out she passed the NY bar today.
Uhh first off, that's, like, ruuul hard to do.
Second, I always appreciate anyone in my family who goes against the grain of family medicine to do something else.
I think "playwright" and "big fancy lawyer" are different kinds of departures, but at least there's one other person who doesn't speak doctor at the seder table.
I'm so proud of her. Because of hard work, because of the woman she's become walking through the process of law school etc. and because she is someone that works, daily for the betterment of humanity. No really. I am related to someone who works for the betterment of humanity.
She gets this from our grandma, arguably the nicest, best person on the planet.
Featured above: MINTZ FAMILY WINNERS.
Like, a Williamsburg one?
I love costumes. Shaking it in that beard was rull fun and rull sweaty. Shaking it in my spacepantsleggings=priceless.
Maybe I'll blog about real things now.
Sometimes the point of inspiration you need for the draft you're dragging on is a little Alan Menken.
Who-sits and whats-its galore, y'all...
So my numero uno bestie, the fantastic Dustina WS is getting married. Which means I get to do a bunch of stuff for her wedding. I've been in a few bridal parties before and I'm usually given funny or fun tasks like "choreograph a bridesmaids dance" (it, for sure, included a really weird shimmy, the running man and the shopping cart)
We went dress shopping. At the Say Yes to the Dress place. Apparently, all the famous TV dress people were there. I've never seen the show and made filthy jokes from the couch.
It was all so tasteful. D found her dress and I cried a little.
But is it so wrong to want a little ridiculousness in the dress shop process? Like a dress montage?
Fun fact: these ladies take wedding dresses like RULL seriously.
But I wanted a little of these in my life. Cause, come on, you guys.
When I get married...it's ON.
I always come up with a great idea but have little to no crafts skills/don't care about Halloween but like the challenge of becoming creative.
I end up putting on my favorite metallic green leggings-from-space and some legwarmers and go as Jane Fonda
This year, I want to be Statler and Waldorf. Or, really, I want to be the balcony. Or slutty Statler and Waldorf. There's a lot of possibility. I'm not optimistic as to outcomes.
Then I read this blog about this woman who dressed her daughter up as kick ass women from history rather than disney princesses and I realized, I could just be Jane Goodall.
It would be tasteless to try to convince a bunch of people to dress as my monkey harem, right?
I am an optimist.