here is the plan:
i will arrive at the rave in vestavia around 5:30 or so to pick up my tickets at will-call. you guys are more than welcome to meet me there at the same time.
i will not be wearing anything distinguishable like sarah will but you will recognize me by the drool dripping from my mouth.

as of this very second and according to the GoF countdown clock on my desktop there are 15 hours, 37 minutes and 5 seconds. 4….3….2….1.

by the way, everyone is invited to my place regardless of if you get to see the movie with us or not. drop me an email over at I Heart Hate Mail and i’ll send you directions.

where are you planning to watch the game?
do you even care?
do you not realize that this is the game? cities were named after this game. okay, not cities, but you get the idea. this is religion. this is better and more heinous than the los angeles riots. people could be killed. and that is just the fans. many beers will be consumed, spicy and heartburn provoking wings will be eaten, babies will be made, fights will break out, fires will engulf small trailer parks, the dead will walk again, the baby jesus will make his encore appearance, shotguns will be fired, squirrels will be chased by nuts, the world as we know it will stop and turn in the opposite direction. natalee holloway will be found, so will capone, and lee iococca…wait, rewind that. human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, MASS HYSTERIA!

here is the DL for GoF friday night. if you have no idea what i’m talking about, we don’t want you there. just kidding. not really.

what: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
where: Rave Motion Pictures - Vestavia
when: Friday, November 18 6:15 p.m.
who: anyone who can get a ticket

i would suggest ordering tickets through the rave for will-call.

after the movie will be intense discussion of snape and the weasley twins and drinking at my hacienda. BYOB. we do not live far from the rave so anyone who wants to can follow us there.

please let me know if you got a ticket for this show so we know how many people to expect.

some of you (and you know who you are) have posted about how early christmas comes each year. like christmas gets stuck into a time warp and the next thing you know you’ve got tryptophan poisoning and five new pairs of underwear from aunt lucile. this weekend i conceded to the fact that i can’t stop christmas. nope, i can’t. stopping christmas involves a lot of whining and pissing of your relatives and frankly, i’ve got that market cornered without all the tinsel and pretty lights. in a fit of sheer boredom kev and i put up our decorations, tree and all. and people let me tell you what is great about a pre-lit christmas tree…no getting your hands poked with needles. no work involved unless you count pulling a one hundred pound, seven foot tree down two flights of stairs from an attic that is corroding so fast that your lungs will have to be checked for asbestos, as work. after the joy of being OCD and yelling at kev that “holy shit! what is wrong with you!? can’t you see that big hole where there are no ornaments?!!!?!? my god, were you raised by wolves?” i am surprised the kev hasn’t filed a restraining order between the me and the tree. here is the happy fun tally of our christmas decorating experience:

trees put up and decorated: 1
ornaments used: 56
ornaments broken by retarded cat: 1
cats killed by pissed of owner: 0 - but he’s really pushing it
times elizabeth has looked at the tree all squinty-eyed to make sure everything is semetrical: 3,000
husbands annoyed by OCD wife: 1
times elizabeth was berated at sunday brunch for decorating before thanksgiving: 5
number of mimosas elizabeth drank to drown out her mean friends: 6

happy anniversary honey bears! we made it one whole year though it has been heart wrenching, psychotic, funny, loving, hugable, lickable, sweet, salty, and award worthy. we have said and done things to each other that neither one of us has meant but it has made our relationship that much stronger. we have been there for each other and held each other up.

i look forward to many more years with you.

-l.

my mom had her surgery yesterday and except for the tumor they found on her ovary that tested benign she is doing well. it is rather funny to see your mom all doped up on morphine. thanks for all of your good thoughts!

also, z-bear sent me this picture yesterday of his new tattoo. according to him it is something like 56 cubit inches of ink.

holy crap!

i’ll post more later.

last night i finished my last cigarette and immediately plastered a nicotine patch on my arm. day one ya’ll. the subsequent dreams i had were vivid and bizarre. i had like, thirty dreams that all rolled into one big dream. witness: jenny bean, dmoney and i went to a party sponsored by one of the law firms i lease office space to. the party was at this huge venue called club mojo. club mojo looked a lot like the old 5 points music hall in that it had the two bars on either end of the room and a big stage. i was wearing a pink sundress that poofed out when i twirled around.

jenny bean, dmoney and i are walking around chatting up the guests when i see this beautiful, tall creature standing at the other end of the room. he and i kept catching each other’s eyes so i walked over to the bar closest to him to order a drink. as the bartender told me the amount i owed the tall guy said “i’ve got hers”. the man and i began talking and we danced a little. i asked his name and he said “harrison. harrison ford.” NO SHIT! i was flirting with indiana jones himself. he told me he had to go meet some friends and he would be back shortly. i immediately ran to jenny bean and dmoney to tell them who i was dancing with. dmoney looked at me sadly and said, “he’s married”. she pointed to a group of people just a few yards from us and in that group was harrison ford kissing some whore! THE NERVE!

i spent the rest of the evening trying to find harrison to tell him that he was a sorry sack of shit. by the time i caught up with him i was completely blitzed and i ended up crying at him instead.

i decided to leave and called kev to come meet me at the brewster road baptist church to follow me home. as i was driving i hit one of those advertising trucks with the rotating signs. i pulled into a parking lot of a chinese nail place so that kev could drive me home. the next day when i came to pick up my car this little chinese couple came running at me and yelling “YOU NO PARK HERE! YOU GO TO HELL!”

here it is monday morning and i feel like i have been run over by a truck. i spent most of sunday curled up in bed watching cheesy movies and fell asleep around 5:30 p.m. my eyes are swollen this morning, so much so that it looks like i got punched in the face. i’m tired and emotionally over-extended. my mom is having surgery thursday and i will be caring for her friday night while my dad attends a reunion. with her surgery and kev’s heart condition i feel so helpless. everyone i love is falling apart.

on a lighter note i went out friday night to club south with ’splodey and minnesota. had a pretty good time regardless of the fact that ’splodey projectile vomited on a table. that was kind of a damper on the evening.

anyway, i’ll be out of pocket towards the end of the week and through the weekend.

today i will be receiving my new baby. this gift has been a long time coming as my mom threw away my old ones and frankly i was quite depressed.

my love affair for these shoes started in 1992 when i started public school. i had spent most of my education in a private school that was keen on brainwashing every student on the fact that “jaysus is comin’ and ya’ll are goin’ strite to hell!”. don’t read that quote as the intelligent people i know you are. put your tongue in the back of your mouth and pretend you have a mouthful of marbles and that is what i spent listening to from the time i was five years old. some of the ideals they taught us were dances are evil, unless it is in church for the lord; music is evil, especially anything by AC/DC, kiss, and john denver; dating is evil, unless you are dating the lord and well, he’s pretty booked.

but, i digress. when i started huffman high school i was naive, sheltered and most of all white. in 1992 white people were the minority at huffman. i fell into a group of kids who were much older thus perpetuating an idea of wisdom. i felt like i was congregating with the gods. of these people were ben solfronk and john springer. most of the girls in school swooned for ben. he was the evan dando of birmingham public schools. and they both wore converse. that year they both graduated and i was heartbroken. thankfully i had met katie by this time and she was an ASFA alumnist. she schooled me on music, art and boyfriends. i had finally bought a pair of converse with money i saved up from working at baskin-robbins. oh how i loved those shoes.

we would go to shows at tuxedo junction and i would have people sign my shoes. we once had a show in katie’s basement featuring society overload a band from our high school and i had adam davis, the lead singer sign my shoes. i became a goddess of music shows. i went to every one i could. i began dating ryan who was lead singer of hybrasail and katie started dating nick from mephotis (now haste). we all ran in the same circles and we were all invinsible.

by the end of high school my converse had become worn down. there were holes in the seams, stains from too many rock shows and too many nights working at baskin-robbins. but they were the icon of my youth. the staple of what made me who i am. they began my upward spiral of independence.

here it is almost ten years later and i still love my converse. i miss them. and now, i will have a new pair to continue the legacy.