To the moon and back again

So much has happened in the last month! New job, new apartment, new In-Laws, new everything!

Let's start at the beginning.

August 26th came quicker than we expected, before you knew it Boyan and I were packing our bags, hoping in our car and beginning our journey to a magical land called Bulgaria.

I was ready to let my perceptions of the place and people I had heard so much about collide with reality and to form new opinions of my newly adopted country land and family.

Mom, George, Boyan and I got up at the ripe hour of 4am to be driven to LAX . The cabby was late picking us up, and we never imagined how long the lines at the airport would be at 7am on Sunday. After checking our bags (I hesitantly allowed the woman at the Delta desk check my wedding dress only after promising her a painful death if it got lost) we headed down the corridor outside the terminal and about 100 yards down the sidewalk to get to the back of the line. After waiting an hour we got bumped to the front of the line (our flight was leaving in 30 minutes) to go through security check-in.

Before we had left the house we had packed and repacked everything and as a result, the 200 dollar bottle of brandy my parents had purchased for Boyan's father was placed (safely we thought) in Boyan's carry-on. We quickly learned the error of our ways when while going through the x-ray scanner, Boyan's bag was commandeered by one of the security officials and we were informed that the bottle would have to be confiscated because it was more than 2 ounces of liquid. Duh. I had packed all my liquids in small carry-on size containers and placed them in my zip top plastic bag but had not even thought of that rule applying to the liquor. I got upset, starting whining, bargaining, yelling and finally telling the man to take it and that he was "going to drink it later anyways." He wasn't too happy with me--he made us wait longer so he could check the bottle for explosives and told me he was offended. Fucktard.

So we finally make it on the plane (we were the LAST people on) and I'm sobbing and pissed. I don't think I've ever been more upset or more emotional (in public no less) in my life. Not a great way to start a vacation. The man sitting behind me offers me a percocet (asshole), I refuse as nicely as I can in my state and try to sleep.

We get into Atlanta and our flight is delayed 2 hours (which was fine, our layover in Milan was supposed to be 6 hours) due to a rainstorm. Once we do get on the plane we realize our seats have been upgraded to first class, and I enjoy my trip across the pond sipping champagne, watching Hot Fuzz and eating butternut squash ravioli (yum!) and gazing at the alps thousands of miles below me.

16 hours later we arrive in Bulgaria. The airport in Sofia is very clean, very new and relatively empty—a stark contrast from the 60's retro, Asian toileted Milan hell hole we had spent the last four hours in. I go through the passport check relatively easy. The lady who checked my passport didn't speak English very well so she kept her answers at the minimum. The one question she did ask me was, "Why are you visiting Bulgaria?" to which I answered without thinking, "To get married." A quick pang of panic hit me as I thought, 'SHIT! What if she thinks I'm some sort of mail order bride! ' thankfully she either didn't understand me or…well she probably didn’t understand me so I walked through to the baggage claim and waiting for our luggage to come out…and waited…and waited.

George and Boyan's bags came out with no problem. Soon after I see my suitcase but eventually the conveyor belt stops and my mother's luggage and the garment bag holding my wedding dress are nowhere to be seen. Immediately I think of the woman at the Delta counter whose murder I will have to cover up when I get home (turns out it's not her fault, Alitalia is notorious for losing luggage) we fill out some paperwork, make it through customs checks to find a smiling batch of Syarovs waiting for us on the other side.

The minute we are outside everyone lights up (a trend that would continue throughout the trip) and we stand in a circle exchanging pleasantries, trying to understand each other and finally hop into the party bus Boyan's father had rented for the occasion. It would be four long hours until we made it to Sliven, the moderately sized mountain town which had at one time produced great military Generals and most recently produced one great husband. Once we did get there it was dark, and we were tired. It had been 42 hours since we had left my parents door in Newport and we were ready to crash. Instead we found a meal fit for kings prepared for us. Boyan's father poured us small glasses of Rakia which was strong but smelled sweet and went down smooth and we sat around the table laughing and inhaling second hand smoke. We finally made it to bed and prepared ourselves for our first day in Bulgaria.

Week One: Baptism and Wedding Madness!
We arrived in Bulgaria on Monday and I was baptized on Wednesday. In order to have our wedding in the church I had to be baptized and logged into the registries for the Orthodox Church, so Boyan's and my family headed over to the church so I could get some water poured on my head. The ceremony lasted 45 minutes and the church was sweltering. I don’t know if it was because I was a foreigner and the priest wanted to give me the full treatment, but Mariana (boyan's mother) said it was the longest baptism she's ever been to. I left the church a little more blessed than I had entered and spent the rest of my week running around Sliven picking up things for the wedding. Flowers and jewelry and oh yea! Britta and Ruth! Britta and Ruth arrived on the Friday before the wedding (they had lost Britta's bag as well, gypsy Romanian airline) and had very little time to acclimate themselves to Bulgarian culture, which was evident when Boyan's father gave Britta a glass of Rakia, and like the good little drinker she is she took that as "Take a shot! Take a shot!" and downed the whole thing, to her dismay, in one gulp. Oh well, let's continue.

The day of the wedding came at last, as I was shuttled around to get my nails done, my hair did and finally to my parents hotel room to get ready. I spent most of the time lying around, stealing cigarettes from George (weddings are stressful!) and eating greasy ham sandwiches. Britta came up and started on my makeup which I think turned out fantastic thanks to her fine artistry and my Shuemura lashes. I slipped myself into my dress and had all the necessary items: Something old, the earrings I wore were a 200 year old pair that had been smuggled out of Ukraine by Boyan's family who were nobility during the revolution. Something new, my dress of course! Something borrowed, Britta's friendship necklace and Something blue, my shoes! I also had a tuppence in my shoe which my mom had kept from our trip to England two years ago.



I was ready just in time for Uncle Itzo to come up and fetch us down to the lobby where the entire wedding party was waiting for me to make my appearance. I later told Boyan the scene had reminded me of the scene in Goodfellas after Jimmy is arrested for the first time.

We made it to the church, which was not cooler in the later day as the grandma's who kept up the property told us it would be. Boyan was sweating from every pore, and the candles we had to hold throughout the ceremony did not make it any better. Interesting facts about Bulgarian weddings: 1. Every couple has to be sponsored by a married couple who are unrelated and baptized in the church. 2. Bulgarian's wear their wedding rings on the right ring finger. 3. There are no recitation of vows.

All of these facts made the wedding relatively easy for me because, unlike my baptism, I would not be made to repeat anything in my hack sawed Bulgarian. Now, comparative to the first time I got married in the courthouse, I was much calmer and much more relaxed this time around. I was more excited about how the ceremony would be conducted (I'm a sucker for tradition…TRADITION!!!) and concerned for the amount of sweat coming out of Boyan's face (no one wants greasy wedding photos). The wedding was pretty quick, only about 25 minutes long. We exited the church and met the wedding attendees in the courtyard. 10 minutes of well-wishing ensued until the rain which had been threatening us since the morning began to fall—just in time to ruin what was supposed to be our outdoor reception. It did not rain for the remainder of our stay in Bulgaria.

We were crammed into a little room along with a balloon arch and heart (funny note, the Bulgarian word for balloon is 'baloni' pronounced like bologna!). The night after that was a haze of Bulgarian folk dances, loud incessant Chalga (pronounced Chowga) which is a mix of Bulgarian folk music and techno (picture me pulling out hair—yelling at 4 foot DJ) while watching Mariana's best friend from high school Zdravka, attempt to not fall out of her dress (God bless that woman). There was a fire works ceremony (we had all huddled out in the ran to see it), I threw the bouquet and went home, tired, happy and just a bit tipsy.

For more pictures you can visit my flickr album here, or get another account of the wedding (with again more pictures) on Britta's blog here.

Week Two and Three: The countryside and an appearance by the Black Sea
The rest of my time in Bulgaria was spent relaxing, eating lots and lots of food (everything there is SO TASTY I ate pounds of food and lost 5 pounds!) and visiting different towns.

Our first foray outside of Sliven was for a short day trip to Jeravna, Kotel and Medven. Jeravna is a small village that is protected by UNESCO and therefore preserved as a historical cultural site. All of the houses are brilliantly done (the architecture is from the medieval period) with stone and dark wood. People actually still live there and the community thrives on tourism and farming.







Kotel and Medven were next and these small towns didn't have much to document. We by chance ran into Boyan's father's employee who took our wedding photos (he was on vacation in Kotel at the time, its a very small town).

Our next big trip was to Bourgas and Nessebar. Both cities are on the black sea and ripe with tourism as well. The streets were so congested--it looked like Venice Beach had exploded in Bulgaria. But amongst all the knock-off watches and fake perfumes there were old houses, Byzantine churches and forts used to fight off the turks.

We didn't stay very long, there were more things to see and of course more shopping to do! I forgot to mention how cheap clothes and shoes can be over there. I was happier than a pig in...well you know.





The rest of our trip was uneventful but beautiful. We spent a lot of time relaxing--sitting at home with Mariana, watching T.V. and eating Shopska Salad. I am so excited to go back again and visit my new family. I plan on uploading more pictures once flickr gets it's act together and realizes how lame it is to put limits on free accounts (screw those people) and Picasa realizes they don't have to upload my entire photo library (get it together google). Until then, here are some more pictures just for fun.

I'm a loser!

I have so much to post about and no time to do it! New job, new apartment and my trip to Bulgaria! I promise to have something up soon.

Until then, enjoy this fun blog...

Playing around

I love my new camera. Here are some pics I took this morning.

































































































Don't you just love looking at pictures of my feet?

First two taken at Elysee Bakery, 7 a.m. (don't ask my why I was up that early on a Sunday)

Last two taken at Santa Monica Beach near main street.

I got a new toy!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

My Dad got Boyan and I a new camera as a wedding gift for Bulgaria. The Canon Rebel XT!!!

It's so pretty and the pictures it takes even with my own unexperienced hand are beautiful. It's going to take a lot of study but eventually Boyan and I will be experts. Expect a lot of beautiful pictures of the Bulgarian Countryside.

I might even take pictures of the tzigani. You never know.

When the lights go down, in the city

The power was out in Westwood last night from 6pm to around midnight. I didn't notice until Boyan came home at about 12:30am because, well, I was sleeping the whole time.

I've been scouring the net trying to find someone else affected by the blackout or if there was any information about why it occurred.

Kinda strange but also nice seeing the apartment lit by candlelight.

Thank you Boyan!

Boyan made me a website. It's super cool you have to check it out.

Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!!

www.krisserincanary.com

Updates

I know, I know I've been absent--but I'm very excited to be back and excited that people responded to my Lurkers post! Here is what has been happening since last I wrote:

The Decemberists and LA Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl
Overall I think they did a really good job. The LA Phil was a little overpowering--it was hard to hear the rest of the band with such a loud accompaniment but they played "The Tain," and "Los Angeles, I'm Yours," so I was happy. I got video of the latter but the quality is really poor (because our seats were so far away)











Dress Fitting
Yay! I finally had my first fitting for my wedding dress--which turned out magnificently. I am so excited and I have my second fitting next Saturday. I took a few pictures but obviously I can't share them here because A. That would ruin the element of surprise and B. Boyan might stumble upon it and we all know that's bad luck! I will tell you that it turned out exactly how I wanted and even better. Now I just have to buy the gloves and shoes and other fun stuffs. Oh! and I'm thinking of renting some jewelry, any suggestions of where to start?

Biggest Loser Almost Over

Our final weigh-in is on Friday and although I could have done a better job during the past eight weeks of going to the gym and eating healthy I don't think i'll fare that bad. I already have plans of going to Meltdown on friday to celebrate with a big grilled cheese sandwich. Mmm....cheese.




Mom's horseback riding adventure
I took my Mom horseback riding for her birthday at the Huntington Central Park Equestrian Center and had a grand old time. Apparently the Equestrian center is open to the public--so if you are a horse lover you can walk around and visit the different horses in the stable whenever you want. Afterwards we went to Alice's Breakfast in the Park--a very small very quaint little restaurant on the lake in Huntington. I didn't even know they HAD a central park but they do and it's very large. They have tons of land for people to walk their dogs, go fishing etc. The restaurant itself was cluttered with fun ornaments, dolls, and unique wall hangings--just my kind of eccentric atmosphere. To top it all off the pancakes were absolutely delicious (this coming from someone who doesn't like pancakes).

























Bulgaria or Bust!
It's almost about time for me to hop across the pond for my big fat Bulgarian wedding and I am so excited! It looks as if I'm going to have a few friends there as well as Joan, Britta, Ruth and Louis are all planning on heading over to celebrate with me. My goals before I go to Bulgaria are as follows: 1. Save money for shopping 2. Buy presents for Boyan's family 3. Learn more Bulgarian or Oshte Bulgarski!

Reading, So much Reading

This has been a summer full of books! Since my last posting on what I was reading I've read the entire Philip Pullman's Dark Materials series, the newest Jane Green book (which I am planning on writing a review of, not a very good review) The Great Gatsby and now I am reading Jane Eyre. I didn't have to read it for school--and after watching the PBS Masterpiece theatre version of the story I decided I wanted to read it. The movie is very well done and has been nominated for several emmys, I definitely suggest you watch it if you can. The book has been very enjoyable, not at all as hard to read or boring as I had imagined it would be when I was in high school. After that I am planning on re-reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy, finish the Ender's game series, and reading King Lear in preparation for the arrival of the RSC and Sir Ian McKellan in October!

That is all for now, I have some reviews I want to write up--I'll try my best to get those up as soon as possible!

A blog about writing

I've decided to revive an old blog that ended before it started. Check it out here and let me know if you are interested in writing for it.

Hey Lurkers!

That's such an ugly word isn't it? Lurkers...

Well, Mr. and Ms. Anonymous that's what you are! But you aren't alone, a study by Jakob Nielsen revealed that 90% of users in online communities are lurkers who never contribute and only 1% contribute regularly.

So, I guess I can't begrudge you your silence--you're part of the majority but...

I'd love to hear from you! It's so disparaging to see so few comments on my blog when my google analytics tells me I have readers from all over the country. It makes me think that either, A. You're not interested in commenting or B. Google Analytics is lying to me.

Either way, try and comment more often. You can comment anonymously I don't mind that but I'd love to open up a dialogue.

Look at all the people from all over the world who have stopped by just this month:

United States
California
Los Angeles
Irvine (Hi Joan!)
San Francisco
Stockton (Hi Aunties!)
Orange
Pleasanton
Winnetka

New York
Buffalo
Hicksville
New York (Hi Corey!)

Massachusetts
Yarmouth Port
Waltham
Cambridge

Texas
Austin (Hi Mandy!)
San Angelo
San Antonio

Georgia
Austell
Augusta

Hawaii
Honolulu

Virginia
Norfolk

North Carolina
Midland

Florida
Tampa

Washington
Seattle

Australia
Northern Territory

Canada|Quebec
Montreal

Bulgaria|Sofija-Grad
Sofia (Hi Gabriela!)

United Kingdom|England
Poplar (Hi Janea!)

South Korea
Busan Metropolitan City
Seoul City

I know you are out there so comment people! Or if you have questions email me at petals.blog@gmail.com.

A Whole New You!

You ever wonder what type of people spent countless hours as alter egos online? Or just how true to self the characters they spent tireless hours creating are? Andrew Sullivan covered this really interesting slide show from the NYTimes with side by side comparisons of people and their avatars. Some of these people spend more that 50 hours playing their games per week.

Lets see, 40 hour work week, 55 hours of play time, 168 hours in a week...that leaves 69 hours per week, 9 hours per day of spare time to sleep, eat and do other things.

Why is it that these images come to mind....

NO JUDGMENT!

07.07.07

It looks as if today may be the luckiest day in the history of the world. Well, maybe not but I have something extraordinary to be excited about. Tonight, is the night, of all nights. Tonight I get to see the Decemberists with the L.A. Philharmonic at the Hollywood bowl.

Yes my friends it is a monumental occasion, one that I have been preparing for since....last month.

I'll fill you in tomorrow on all the deets of how amazing it was. Until then, bridle your jealousy.

Movie Review: Ratatouille

Last night Boyan, The Schlaf and I went to see Ratatouille. I was surely excited, I had heard many great things from family, friends and co-workers and with my own love of animated movies I knew I wouldn't be disappointed.

The movie was being shown at the Landmark on Broxton. This theater had been closed and now is re-opened and it was my first time to visit the small cinema. The food was reasonably priced (it was 14 dollars for sour patch kids, junior mints, a medium popcorn and medium drink. I crawled over a few couples and sunk down into my seat of choice in the middle/front of the small room.

Now, my recipe for animated movie success is simple. Well written story, unique idea and nice graphics. Ratatouille did an incredible job in all three arenas but shined in the story telling and character development department.

No matter how much you hate rats this story truly makes you empathize with Remy, the main character and his love of food. Watching him sniff and smell the different ingredients in the kitchen, you understand his enthusiasm in creating something beautiful. Remy is followed around by the little ghost of his favorite chef Gasteau, and it is in Gasteau's restaurant that he begins his culinary adventures. Gasteau made a legacy when he wrote the book "Anybody can cook," and it is this motto that inspires him throughout the movie.

This movie is just for kids, in fact there were all adults at the 9:55 showing (the theater wasn't sparse neither). There is excitement, disappointment, suspense, romance...everything you could want in a movie.

I definitely recommend you go and Ratatouille. Support quality animated films and good writing.

Hello Buffalo

I've never been to Buffalo, New York. From what I hear it's cold there...really cold.

You're called the Good Neighbor City . I think that sounds nice.

You're also the second largest city in New York.

The area was originally settled by an Iroquois tribe, the Ongiara and named after the river that runs through the city. Did the Ongiara call the city Tatonka?

It was originally designed in 1804. The State University of New York, Buffalo was founded in the city in 1846 as a medical school. The mascot is Victor E. Bull. Cute!

I'd like to meet you reader(s) from Buffalo.

Say Hi! TaTonka!

Did you have a booze-filled fourth?

Good for you! There is nothing more American than getting wasted to celebrate the independence of our great nation.

I, however, decided to take it easy and head down to Newport for a day of reading, laying out by the pool and spending time with the family.

I think I'm reinstating my tan which is very exciting, and I got to see some beautiful fireworks. I still contest that the best fireworks I've ever seen were in D.C. when I went with my Dad when I was 13.

Anyhow here are some photos and vids of my 4 of July experience.






Speaking of 4 of July traditions, I saw that the cheerleader from Heroes (Hayden Panettiere) sang the Star spangled banner yesterday. The girl is trying but she just isn't a singer. Perez was making fun of her but I don't think people understand what a difficult song it is to sing. So, in case you wanted to hear someone do it right I'm sharing with you Whitney Houston's version. It gives me goosebumps every time I watch it.



"This is America, and if I wanna be British, I'll be British." -- Lil' Bush

But I rike it....

Some have accused me of having a quirky sense of style. Joan often says I think I have the ability to pull off crazy styles (but can't...). She's my authority when I go shopping. If Joan says no, its gotta go.

One day when I have beaucoup dollars I'll buy fabulous clothes and be a fashion icon. Then all the crazy ideas I have in my head will manifest themselves in my wardrobe and people will understand me....

ANYWAYS What started me on this rant was a picture of Eva Green at the Dior show this week.

Now, I know what you are thinking, but I kinda really LOVE this dress. It's crazy, its busy, its pink (I don't LOVE pink but it works here) and seems to be a fusion of a Christmas tree, tissue paper and a chinese qipao.

The design on the bottom is so rich and fantastical, it makes me think of vintage Christmas ornaments and fairy tales.

Maybe that's my problem I think of clothes in a literary way--anyways I could gobble this gown up in a second I think it's fantastic.

I applaud Eva Green for wearing such a unique dress to the Dior show (although she's French and probably thinks it's a piece of art, or a statement...or something "It tis art, I dun give a fook vhat chu sink...stupid ameriCANS HISSS")

I could leave the shoes though. They look like some sort of serpentine creature is crawling up her legs on their way to devour her body.

By the way, I could totally pull this off. WITH the shoes.

Me = Slacker

It's a beautiful Saturday, I don't have much to do but sit and read whilst guilty myself slowly towards the gym. I haven't updated in a while so I thought I would now since I'd rather sit on my butt in front of my computer than walk my butt to the gym. There aren't many things going on but here is what is on my plate right now.

RealTALKLA
WTF is going on over there? I submitted an article in April which was supposed to run in June. I visit the site and I often get an error and the page won't load (and I'm not the only one to have noticed this).


When trying to pitch for future articles I was told the site was changing the way they receive content and they wouldn't be paying writers anymore. From what I hear there's only one editor working on the site right now, and it seems that they are allowing their contributors to upload content freely by signing into the site. I wonder what exactly is going on over there.

The Bulgarian Wedding
I keep having awful dreams that my dress is going to turn out awful. One dream it was a puke pink color and the next it was made of black lace. I go to my first fitting on the 15th of July and I'm hoping I won't be disappointed. With lace as beautiful as this however, I think it may be hard to be disappointed.

Birthdays Galore!
All of these Cancers! It's just a tad bit ridiculous that my entire family was born in the month of July....well, not my entire family but a whole mess of them. I'm going to be going to Tanya's birthday tonight, then George's birthday tomorrow. My mom's birthday is on the 10th, my grandmother's is on the 13th. All my other aunts were born in July as well, I just don't know the days. Either way, I'm going to be spending a lot of monies on gifts this month.

The Biggest Loser
I might be the biggest loser but it's not because I'm losing weight (In fact, I'm pretty sure Nanette is kicking my butt). For some reason I haven't been able to get to the gym as much as I would like to. I like to blame it on Janea, my gym buddy who decided to live in England for the past few months (bitch). The only reason I'm not really mad at her is she sends me gifts from abroad, including Cadbury chocolate (see , I told you it's her fault). BUT thanks to Fox (this is the only time I will ever thank fox for anything promise) and So you think you can dance, I've decided I want to start taking Dance classes again. I'm hoping to find an adult class where I won't feel like a total amateur. I miss leaping, doing pirouettes, tour jetes and attempting multiple fouettes. I just hope I don't hurt myself. Anyone want to join me?

Heidi
Heidi has decided she wants to start her own blog. So with the help of Boyan and I she has begun her first literary adventure at Views From My Window. She said that by starting a blog, she hopes to bring better understanding of the life of a puppy living in Los Angeles. Obviously she takes after her mom.

I have a lot of postings that I want to write, so stay tuned--I think they'll be pretty interesting.

Happy one year

One year ago today, two very smart young people decided to get married in a criminal court.


Thank you for a great year darling.

I love you.

I'm an Action Hero

I'm covering Verizon's Action Hero campaign for iMedia's Creative Showcase. The site allows you to upload a picture of yourself and create your very own action movie with you as the star. Usually when sites render your image for animation it turns out looking completely bogus (yes, I used the word Bogus) but in Verizon's case it turned out freakishly true to life. I may look like an alien from Mars Attacks (you are supposed to use a picture where you aren't smiling) but besides that I think it looks a lot like me. What do you think?



The fact that the video was streaming automatically bugged the crap out of me.
If you want to watch the video click above or here.

A Day in the Life at iMedia

Irony

Most people when asked have trouble defining Irony. Last night when trying to download a site using my broadband Verizon connection I got this screen:

That's ironic.

She may not be smart,

...but she ain't that stupid either. Yes, ladies and gents, Paris Hilton is finally going to jail. She was booked last night right after attending the MTV Movie Awards (apparently everyone clapped when Sarah Silverman mentioned she'd be going to jail...priceless.)

She knew she was going to have to take a mug shot (what was this her second? third time being booked?), she knew that everybody was going to see it and there was no way she was going to look like crap.


















We all know that she really looks like this:

Thanks, LAist

Gee golly! I wish I had this talk when I was twelve-years-old.

Hiking in LA

When you think of Los Angeles, you don't imagine it to be a haven for outdoor sports and activities. But truth be told the great thing about Southern California, is that you have the mountains, the beach and the desert just a short distance away from home base.

Los Angeles in particular lies between a series of mountains that make for some picturesque hiking.

Jurgen, Boyan and I went hiking last Friday in the Santa Monica mountains, and enjoyed it so much we decided to make it a weekly ritual.

I Heart BBC America

Besides the fact that I get to wake up to pre-recorded BBC News every morning, they air some of my favorite shows such as Cash in the Attic, Absolutely Fabulous, Clatterford, Robin Hood and now my new latest obsession, Hex.

I happened to catch Hex after watching the season finale of Robin Hood (they plan these things this way to get people like me hooked, obviously it works).

The show describes itself as a mix of "Voodoo rituals, fallen angels, lesbian ghosts and evil fairies." I would describe it as a mix of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Charmed but a whole lot sexier and minus the cheese factor.

Who knows maybe it's because there is nothing on TV during the summer, or maybe it's because actors sound better when they have English accents--whatever it is I'm hooked.

So far they've had a witch conceive the child of a fallen angel, a lesbian ghost, a kick-ass (anne rice-esque) immortal witch and a slutty school girl sleeping with a demon disguised as a Priest (who happens to be Mulch from Robin Hood)...AND it shows on Saturday. Seriously people, could you ask for anything more?

"Some girls are covered in diamonds,

Some girls are covered in poils..."

Right now I'm covered in puppy hair but that's beside the point.

I am now, officially on my way to a wedding in Bulgaria. Last week we bought plane tickets and today my mother and I went on the hunt for the perfect fabric for my wedding dress.

The hunt led us to Fabric Land in Orange where we picked up Vanilla dream satin, a champagne colored sash and last but definitely not least French imported double stitched cream lace.

I'm in heaven.

Next weekend I go in to get measured and to work out the details with my seamstress.

Besides that I'm looking for venues for next year. Below are the ones I'm planning on making field trips to:

Padua Theatre in Claremont
Kindred Garden Community Church in Anaheim
Oak Meadows in Temecula

So hopefully if all things go right I'll be covered in French Lace in September and smelling of vodka. I can't wait.