Yeah, you guys! With no Gossip Girl episodes to keep me on the straight and narrow with posting, I am a total wayward child!
The past couple weeks have been pretty busy, getting a lot of personal administrative (and some creative) stuff out of the way before I disappear into six weeks of 50-hour work weeks! I am “balancing” two jobs: UES summer camp teacher/counselor and Downtown theater accountant. It gets a little crazy like this every once in awhile, but I’ll gladly emerge from this whirlwind with a slightly bigger pile of cash than I had before (ESPECIALLYINTHISECONOMY).
And not only has my work/life ratio been dramatically – albeit temporarily – shifted, I’ll also be attending more weddings this year than I have in the last three years combined! I hear that this is only the beginning – that I should look forward to several more weddings a year as (my peers and) I travel unwillingly through my late twenties. That means (my peers and) I will have less than two and a half years left to make fun of people in their 30s…. Oy, that’s mean, isn’t it? It’s pretty awful. Well, at least that means that will I probably deserve what’s coming to me, which I’ve heard includes: increasingly slower metabolism, increasingly eye cream-resistant wrinkles, increasingly valid anxiety about whether or not I’ll ever reach my full potential as a human being, and increasingly pathetic realizations that my boobs have (probably?) ALREADY reached their full potential as boobs.
Plus, there’s nothing like working with little kids – BORN IN 2002 and 2003!!!!! – to really drive the point home that I am a grown up. And that I should probably not be eating these fruit roll ups for dinner at 9:21pm at night.



