Sunday, August 29, 2010

Life As I Know It Is Now Over

Friends, the semester starts tomorrow morning. For the last four months, my life has consisted of the following things: sleep, kissing, food, a lot of driving, vodka, and more sleep. Starting tomorrow morning, my life will consist of the following things: department meetings, committee meetings, syllabi, dry erase markers, and papers.

That second list is a lot less cool.

But to celebrate the fact that a.) I got everything done before the start of the semester... even though I slacked off for all of May, June, July, and August; and b.) it's been a hell of a time, let's review some of my favorite pictures of the summer!

I got an iMac. iMacs come with built-in cameras, and we made use of that camera often. See also:



We're fancy.



We're cartoon-y.



We're on the moon!



Also this summer, there was a Pink Torpedo bachelorette party to deal with! And deal with it we did.



See? We dealt with it with penis. Pink penis.



And also some chocolate penis.



And then there was the Great Pink Torpedo Wedding of 2010. Remember? There was puking!



But more important (and less disgusting) than the puking, there was the bride and the groom (and that gorgeous headpiece).



There was also some magnificent ROCKING OUT.



And then there was the trip to the Midwest, which was unlike my other post-grad school trips to the Midwest in that its main purpose was not to be inebriated for five days in a row. Its purpose was to spend every available moment cuddling babies, like this one. He's a Wisconsinite. He belongs to two of my favorite people in the universe. He and I are best friends.



And here's the other baby. It might be true that she and I are not yet best friends--I brought her a tutu to, you know, selfishly buy her love--but she wasn't having it. Someday, though, she'll realize I'm uniquely handy--like when she's pining away after some blond football star who doesn't know she exists. Madelyn, your mother isn't going to want to talk about that stuff with you. But let me break out the reams of rhyming poetry I wrote about that situation in sixth grade, and if you're good I might give you half a glass of wine while we bond. Promise.



What I learned about babies: They can wear robes!



This picture was taken outside Lorrie Moore's office (!!!!) at UW Madison. It was a big moment for me. Also, just so we're clear: That sign totally says EROTIC POETRY.



My summer was filled with babies: newborns and not-yet-borns. I did hours of art therapy with the not-yet-born and his mother.


I think it's quite clear that this was an excellent summer, and I'm sad to leave it behind, but--as always--I'm happy too. There's just something about first days, about the hope that comes along with them.

I'm ready.

All right, I won't lie. I'm not ready. But bring it on anyway.

2 comments:

amy said...

The guy in the picture above playing the air guitar, who is not Aaron, is a D-BAG! Yep I'm Trash Talking

Jess said...

Dude, that's no lie. D-Bag alert!

I hesitated to use that picture, but Aaron looks so hysterical in it I couldn't help myself.