God Morrissey, HOW DO YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW I FELT SUNDAY NIGHT.
I still don't want to talk about it. I don't want to read the paper, dissect the game, talk about Rex and the defense or watch ESPN. That was rough, man. I've been spoiled as a Chicago fan, with the Bears in '85, the Bulls for six years and then the Sox last year - I wasn't ready for it. My friend Kelly reassured me "We're young Kate - we can wait 21 years for this to happen again." I really really hope I don't have to wait that long, but if I do, I can handle it. We still had a really good season and went to the fucking SuperBowl goddamnit. Lots of people didn't even think the Bears would make it that far. I still don't wanna talk about it though. The wounds are too fresh. I'm queer.
In other slightly less depressing news, I had an awesome time at Maribeth's wedding. You know when you look forward to something for so long and then it finally happens and all you can think is "eh" ? There are no "eh's" when I think about this wedding. We danced almost the entire night and took full advantage of the open bar: if that's not the makings of a good night, then I don't know what is. Tommy was a great date, though maybe taking someone who actually knows how to dance isn't a great idea for a person who is terrible at dancing but does it anyways. Sorry Tommy. I wish my friends got married more often.
I got paid Monday and kind of went insane on Ebay buying books. Not really cause all together they cost about $16, but still, not a good idea to spend your money on stupid shit when you owe money to about six different stores/persons (please, take your money advice from me - I am most qualified). I am superass excited about these books though because they all come highly recommended. The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen (my friend Dan), An American Dream by Norman Mailer (Jason Mulgrew) and Atonement by Ian McEwan (1001 Books you should read in your lifetime). I've always read like a banshee but I think the shitty books I've read lately plus going out too much and not reading before bed has had me in a drought. I'm still in the middle of In Cold Blood by Capote, but I swore to myself I'd be done with it come Thursday, come hell or high water. (Also, I'd like to point out this is the first Tuesday in god knows how long that I haven't gone out. I'm pretending it's because I want to read for three hours before bed, but really it's cause we got some snow today and no one wanted to drive, but let me pretend it's a step in the right direction.)
In other book news, because the previous paragraph about books was so thrilling!, the final Harry Potter book is coming out July 21st. I pre-ordered it already and can't wait, though I'm sad at the same time that it's the last one. If you've never read Harry Potter, you have five months to catch up before it comes out. Hurry up and get started.
Here are some pictures from the wedding:
I love this picture with Lauren, me and Tommy, even though I look like a creep. I have my mouth closed for once though, it's a first.
Tommy and his hunchbacked date, Katie.
Diana and me - I am totally one of those people I hate who takes way too many pictures with myself in them, even though I hate pictures of myself. Then why do I want pictures with everyone? I make no sense. I used to make fun of Emily for always taking pictures of herself with another person, and then I do the same thing. I need to start being more candid. Also need to cut out the gummy smiles.
I don't know how Kelly can smile after the Superbowl. I am angry.
Today would have been the parade downtown for the Bears. Thanks for your condolences Sophia, Bill and Jenn via text. I'm still so depressed.