Always Anna

Yesterday’s show was pretty awesome - it was great to be outside on one of the few legitimately gorgeous days in Boston, enjoying some impressive singer/songwriters.

Tracy Bonham was amazing - I hadn’t really ever listened to her before, but she definitely wowed me. I’ll be getting some of her music now. Aimee Mann was also great - she played a mix of songs from her new album The Forgotten Arm and songs from everyone’s favorite, Magnolia. The music was great, but actually seeing Aimee was a little disturbing. She’s really pretty… but WAY too skinny. Her arms were at that point where they’re just bone, so when she moved them it looked like a skeleton was playing the guitar. Girl needs to eat a couple of cheeseburgers.

Whenever I see people that skinny, it immediately inspires me to go eat a lot of food. It’s like I’m surrounded by starving people, so I had best eat as much as possible so that I don’t end up like them. I have a slight fear of running out of food, which manifests itself as an unwillingness to share and a lot of overeating (”Yes, I’m already full, but it’s so good!”). I think it’s a little weird because it’s not like I’ve ever actually gone without, but… whatever. I heart food.

Anyways, today’s another gorgeous day, so I’m going to try and skate out of work early and go enjoy it.

Have a fantabulous weekend, people!

Sorry about not posting yesterday - Harry was taking up all of my time. He’s such an amazing boy, with the coolest friends and the most interesting adventures. I’m already dreading the long wait before #7 comes out.

In spite of this dread, though, I’m in an awfully good mood today. For once, it’s not sweltering, and tonight I’m going to a free concert in Copley Square. Tracy Bonham and Aimee Mann are playing, which should be really cool - check out the Boston MetroBlog for more details.

Anyways, I’m psyched because I’ve been completely obsessed with the Magnolia soundtrack for the past five years, on which Mann did 8 of the 13 tracks. PLUS she did a phenomenal duet with Michael Penn (her husband, and Sean’s brother) on the I am Sam soundtrack, covering the Beatle’s Two of Us. If you don’t own either of those CDs, you should - they’re amazing.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

I’m gearing up to read the new Harry Potter - I’ve been ridiculously excited about it, and have been looking at the cover longingly for the last week. Last night I thought I was finally going to start it. I got it out, opened it up, read the first page… and immediately decided I needed to re-read #5 before reading #6. So, the obvious thing to do was start The Order of the Phoenix immediately (at 6:30pm) and read it straight through until I finished at 1:30 am. Call me old, but now I’m freakin’ exhausted.

Anyways, I love re-reading good books, as there are always little pieces that I forget about. When they pop up, it’s like a gift. Yeah, I know, I’m lame. Whatever.

I guess the point is that now I’m more excited than ever about The Half-Blood Prince, and am already saddened by the thought that there is going to be a long wait for the final book.

Oh, and if you’ve already read it, don’t tell me a freakin’ thing.

So the wedding weekend is over. The ceremony was lovely, the reception was SO much fun, and the Mohegan Sun post-reception party was awesome. Overall, a great weekend. We even capped it off by seeing Wedding Crashers on the way back from CT yesterday. It was hilarious. Seriously, I’d put it up there with Old School and Zoolander.

Not much to say today - I’m tired and hungry right now, so I had best get some food before I start getting cranky.

Peace.

 

I’m going to a wedding in CT this weekend - my boyfriend is one of the groomsmen, so I’ll be drunk the entire time. Okay, in all seriousness, it should be a lot of fun, and I’m excited to wear the new dress I bought (That’s so girly, I know.). But this whole “getting married” thing is a little bit much for me right now.

If you read my piece in the Better Drink in June, you know that I have some trouble with the fact that my friends are getting married. I mean, I’m obviously happy for them, and wish them all the best. But… I just don’t get how people my age are mature enough to get married.

Sure, someday I want to get married. But not anytime soon! I’m only 25, and I’ve only been out of college 3 years. I’m SO not ready to get hitched. For the most part, I don’t have to think about it, but lately, more and more weddings have been popping up on my radar. My two best friends are in the midst of maid-of-honor duties for their other best friends (does that make sense?), and my boyfriend’s friends are all about getting hitched. And so, this summer has been all about me confronting the fact that I am apparently more immature than anyone else I know.

My family, and a few friends (you know who you are), have been trying to pump me about my marriage plans - they seem to think I should be married with kids by now. I keep telling them to chill, but I know they’ll ask again, and I am getting tired of defending my right to stay unmarried. Stop trying to make everyone get married! There’s nothing wrong with being un-engaged.

Anyways, now that I’ve ranted, I’m done until Monday.

Have a great weekend!

You can’t go anywhere without getting hit in the face with sex. Well, maybe not literally hit in the face, but it is all over the media. I know, I know, that’s not news. What is news, at least today, is that Colin Farrell has joined the oh-so-long list of celebs that made a sex tape, and is now going to court over its planned release.

Here’s my question - the lawsuit claims that the tape is going to “irreparably harm Farrell’s reputation and career.” How, exactly, will this happen? Colin is only famous because of his hot face and bad-boy reputation; it’s not like he’s known for the high-quality films he’s been in. So how will a tape that shows him doing what we all already know he does with everything in a skirt ruin his reputation? Does the tape show him being bad in bed?

In other sex news, the California Supreme Court ruled that if a company sends the message that the way to get ahead in the workplace is by being sexually involved with management, that can constitute sexual harassment. So, if your boss is having a consensual affair with one of your co-workers, and that co-worker gets promoted before you, you can claim that you were the victim of sexual harassment, because the company is rewarding sexual activity.

Any ideas on how this will affect the film or modeling industries?

On Saturday night I was walking home from a barbeque/backyard party, and I came upon a couple on the street. The girl had the guy backed up against a wall outside the bar, so I assumed they were making out. But when I walked past them, I heard her ask, “So who do you want? Me or her?” He didn’t answer, and she repeated, as she pressed herself up against him, “Who do you want more - her or me?”

I don’t GET girls like that. Are you so desperate for attention that you’ll throw yourself at a guy that clearly has no interest in you? That hits on other girls in front of you? And that is probably only using you for sex - and not making any secret of it? Do you have no self-respect?

I’ve certainly been involved with *ssholes that didn’t appreciate me, and have made a fool of myself over a jerk. But I’ve never understood the girls that throw themselves at guys that aren’t interested, thinking that winning them over somehow validates their attractiveness/sexuality/self-esteem. Do these people have no pride? No sense of self-worth?

These girls - the ones that read books like “He’s Just Not That Into You” and are surprised to learn that if a guy doesn’t call, he’s not interested - make me feel sick. Get some freakin’ common sense, and stop embarrassing females everywhere! (And that just reminded me of Poop’s hilarious post on the subject….)

Maybe I have too much pride, but people need to learn when to bail. If he’s not into you, let it go. There’s other fish in the sea - and other boys at the bar.

As you may know, I contribute regularly to The Better Drink, an online “Sparkling Wine and Living Magazine.” This month, I reviewed War of the Worlds - my first movie review ever. You should check it out.

So glad the weekend’s here - it’s supposed to be nice, so I’m psyched. Tomorrow they’re having an art festival in Davis Square, which sounds like it should be pretty cool. Then hanging out with friends… maybe a little shopping?

We’ll see.

The original Cooter wants us to stay away from the new “Dukes of Hazzard” movie:

I don’t know about y’all, but I’m planning on staying away from it because it looks awful. I don’t count as “heartland,” but it sure as h*ll is against my sensibilities….

I’m slightly obsessed with buffalo chicken. I physically miss Golden Crust’s Buffalo Chicken Pizza, which I became enamored with in college, and have yet to find a replacement for. I’ve been complaining for the past 3 years about the fact that KFC didn’t have buffalo chicken (seriously, does that make any sense? They’re a chicken place!)… and am excited to try it out now that they’ve finally added it to the menu.

But all of this pales in comparison to what I did today. I’ve been feeling slightly sick - headache, nausea - for the last two days, but not really sure what to do about it. So, today at lunch, after hemming and hawing over what to get that would make me feel better, I finally decided.

Screw chicken noodle soup and Sprite. I had a buffalo chicken calzone from Figaro’s.

Is that weird?