I went to the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn on Saturday with my friend Emily (of Emily’s Heart) and her husband Brian. It was a lot of fun, but also hot as hell! I managed to walk around the whole circuit of vendors twice without passing out, but I must have sweated off a couple pounds. Emily and I both said that if we were rich we would buy something from every booth. There are some very talented people out there making awesome stuff. It was really inspiring. I did buy a couple of t-shirts, one for me and one for Jane. Mine has a picture of a devil girl from Damned Dollies. (It’s so cute, I love it.) Jane’s has a skull with crossed knitting needles under it. Now, this may sound lame, but I’m going to blame the heat because I can’t remember who made Jane’s shirt. Does anyone know? Please email me if you do. I feel bad But I think my brain was melting! Anyway, if they do the craft fair again, I’ll definitely go back next year. It would be nice if it was in the fall…

Well, we finally (yeah, really) have given away our apple keychain prize. The lucky winner is Sandra down in Texas. Congrats!
No picture of us pulling the name out of the hat this time. Do you have any idea of the kind of heatwave going on in the northeast right now? You don’t want to see what the humidity is doing to us. Just think … Bon Jovi’s hair circa 1988. Scary, I know.
Meanwhile, we finally opened the pool, and had a nice time floating around this afternoon. Plus, we came up with this great plot for one of those terrible young adult novels of the horror genre. We do some of our best creative thinking in the pool. It’s all usually useless creative thinking that has nothing to do with reality, but who cares?
Oh, and we caught the Goonies last night on HBO, which was awesome. At least, it was awesome for me, since it’s one of my favorite movies ever. It’s right up there with Karate Kid and the Mighty Ducks and the Sandlot. I know it seems like I have horrible taste in movies, but let me clarify. Those are my favorites in the kids-overcoming-pretty-unintersting-adversity-by-impossibly-challenging-the-man(-and-winning) category. They’re usually sports-themed. And they’re all awesome.
A not-awesome movie that we saw a few nights ago was Just One of the Guys. Eventually, when a girl has been playing a guy for almost an entire movie – and even though you’re totally aware of the fact that she’s a girl dressed up as a guy – opens her tuxedo to reveal her (braless and not even taped down, like, how the hell was nobody able to tell she wasn’t a guy?) boobs, you can’t even comprehend what you’re seeing. ‘Cause she just ends up looking like a guy with big boobs.
And one more thing. This is just a caution for anyone who tends to walk anywhere ever? Don’t walk into standing pipes. Because you will rip your favorite pair of shorts, have to walk through town with part of said favorite shorts hanging down your leg, get a giant purple bruise on your upper thigh, and realize three days later that it’s suddenly turned puffy. Ew.

Love.

Sally and I and some friends went out dancing the other night at this “start of the summer” 80s night thing. I mean, we had a good time. There were plenty of 80s movie-themed drinks, and only, like, every fourth song sucked. But, we were dancing and acting ridiculous, and everything was, for the most part, fine.
But, the problem? ‘Cause there’s always a problem? Nobody else was dancing! Every once in a while a couple of other people would venture out onto the dance floor for a song or two, but for the most part, it was just us five. Which, to be honest, is pretty much fine with me because I will gladly take a wide open dance floor where I can bust a move without fear of a) being sweated on by a stranger, b) being forced to dance with a stranger, c) being accidentally touched by a stranger, or d) slamming into a stranger while I’m doing a theatrical rendition of Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen.
However, seriously, what’s the point of getting yourself all gussied up, rounding up your friends, and specifically going to a bar where there is a decent sized dance floor and crazy 80s dance music being played if you’re just gonna sit at the bar like a lump? At least dance to one song.
Anyway, there was one really square guy that wanted to dance. But, when he came up to us to ask if he could dance with us – with the most cheestastic line in the history of lines (“Is this a closed party, or can anyone join?”) – Sally thought he was the manager. So, she thought we were getting kicked out. Or, at the very least, asked to leave the dance floor. But, he danced with us for one song (or, you know, stood there and moved his arms around a little) and then we all headed home. We can’t be expected to carry the whole club, can we?
The moral of my little story is that if you’re going somewhere where there’s a big dance floor, go out and dance. And if you can’t dance, at least go out with your friends and sing along with what they’re playing (unless you’re going to a rave, or something, where there isn’t any music with words … do raves even exist anymore?). Unless you see me there. ‘Cause then you might just want to stand back.

Oh, yeah, and I knew all about the fact that Jason Priestly almost died, but Mary over at Sparkle and Shine Designs informed me that his face was, like, torn off and he had to get facial reconstructive surgery. And that, kids, is why he looks so totally bizarre. It’s just like when that guy that was in Creed got in an accident and his face blew up to 150X its normal size. Well, it’s not really like that at all, now that I think of it, because that guy was just on some kind of face-fattening medicine or something. Jason Priestly has, like, a whole new face.

Woah, are we behind on picking that prize, or what? I PROMISE, tomorrow we’re digging into our bag of names, err, e-mails. Oh, my God, you’re so excited!

Hey, who’s watching that show where those d-list celebrities dance the cha-cha tonight? It’s awesome.

love.