Effin Friday: Wedding Bloopers

And now you're all, "this bitch is STILL talking about weddings?" Yes. I am. Here is why. It is Friday. Thursday I was forced by my evil bootcamp coach to run up and down these stairs for 30 minutes. Oh wow 30 minutes, right? The entire time I kept repeating to myself, "skanky vegas dress...skanky vegas dress..." It was still awful.

This is about 1/4 of the evil stairs.

I had planned to reflect on weddings and romance and wedding planning (because did you know I went to 5 weddings in 10 weeks?!?!), but I can't feel my legs. So instead, please enjoy these lovely photos. Also known as bloopers. Also known as open bars lead to great photo opportunities.

Wedding #1

Wedding #2

Wedding #3

Wedding #4

Wedding #5

And with that, I wish you all a lovely and relaxing weekend.

A severe case of the weekends.

Why, oh WHY is it not the weekend yet? Earlier this week, time was fa-ha-lying by and now I swear three weeks have passed before it turned into Friday. I am super excited for this weekend's events but also completely overwhelmed by the timeline in which they will be accomplished. Friday night we are celebrating Emily's birthday at Medieval Times and last time we went, this happened:

Yes, that is chicken skin. Cable Guy wasn't all bad.

In conclusion, I am equally excited and horrified to find out what happens this time. This CASE OF THE WEEKENDS has totally fried my brain, so you get some linkage today.

Aminals! 

Ice Cube, as told by cats.

Did you know HuffPost has an entire page dedicated to cats and cat related things?

And to prove I'm not entirely biased, dog shaming. Okay, so I am biased.

Faves Posts of the Week

The Everywherist kills it with this one.

Miss Erin totally made me PMP (pee my pants, for those of you playing at home).

Randomness

The only three dance moves you need to know. Ever.

Someone needs to buy me this sweater.

And holy neatness! The Smithsonian is pinning! (I pin too! If you're in to that sort of thing...)

My weekends are itching. I've got to deal with this problem. Hopes yours is equally amazing/horrifying!

Music: Robyn

Let me save you some time: If you don't like pop music of any kind, you may leave. I know, it's not for everyone and I accept your choices. That said, let's talk about one of my favorite pop singers of all time, Robyn! If you haven't heard of her, you must have skipped 1997. She had one of the best songs on the charts at that time and my god if writing that doesn't make me feel old. I was 14 when I first started listening to Robyn. And then in 2010 I rediscovered her and was like holy shit I have been missing SO MUCH.

This Swedish singer is wacky to the max and I love every bit of it. Her hair, her wardrobe. All of it. I love it. My favorite part of all she does, besides her singing of course, is her dancing. I can't even use words to describe it so I will provide exhibit A for evidence:

I may or may not have attempted this routine at some point. How could you not? (Side note: THAT SONG. Let's just say I listened to it on repeat for the better part of 6 months. And while we're on that topic, the acoustic version of Hang with Me will steal your soul. And now I've officially spiraled.)

Because I love you, I'm going to share with you one of the greatest things to ever happen, in which I fell deeply in love with Taran Killam of SNL fame:

Life, changed...am I right? I know I can be snotty about my musical choices, I'm the first to admit that. And obviously this is a little off. But sometimes I just want to get weird and dance, and I think Robyn exists just for that reason.

Must listen to tracks: Call your Girlfriend, Indestructible, Dancing on my Own, Get Myself Together and any acoustic version of any song of hers. So, so lovely.

Get weird. Dance. You know you want to.