Funemployed Day 40: Feminism for the win

"Oh, I always run out of colanders." - Dr. Bff opening her bridal shower gift, a set of four colanders. She doesn't cook. 

Tl;dr: Woke up early, scrambled to clean up my apartment for new guests, got to Grand Central on time (by the grace of God), trained to New Haven, CT wrapping gifts and doing makeup on the way, drank lots of sparkling rose, showered my Dr. Bff, trained back to NYC, packed for da beach. 

I had to do my to-do list from the day before.

I was running around like a headless chicken, scrubbing surfaces, changing sheets, and then trying to get myself ready. I recommend doing all of this stuff with a head. I don't know how those headless chickens do it. Hats off to headless chicken. You are supposed to look cute for a bridal shower. I looked more homeless than cute, but I'd fix myself up on the train. 

It's always a gamble when you get the subway. I left myself plenty of time, but I still stood there watching the clock. If I missed this train I'd be screwed. Dr. Bff would be pissed, and so would her cute sister. I wouldn't want to endure their wrath. I had to make my train. I also needed to find a drug store nearby to buy some gift wrap and a card, because I'm really shitty at giving gifts. 

Luckily there was a Rite-Aid in the train station (I forgot about this and was pleasantly surprised). I set an alarm on my phone when I went in the store, because I really didn't want to miss my train. I had approximately 8 minutes to shop. No pressure. I made it onto my train with 2 minutes to spare; I even got a coffee. I'm pretty sure the girl next to me thought I was a weirdo. I was wrapping gifts, unfolding huge sheets of tissue paper, crinkling it around a bottle of liquor and my other gift, stuffing it into bags, trying not to spill my coffee, eating a muffin out of a paper bag, doing my makeup, and changing my shoes. Hot mess, but I did it. 

I made it to New Haven looking like I was put together.

I got picked up by Dr. Bff, her cute sister, and her cool friend. We headed to the shower to act like ladies. It was fab. We had such a good time, and it was just Dr. Bff's style. Low key, great food, plus great laughs and chats with friends. I can't forget alcohol too. That helps. Instead of opening huge gifts like plates, cups, and other boring stuff, people brought her litter kitchen gadgets. She opened these and we were all like, "Oh ah, a lemon holder, a lime holder, pizza scissors!" She got so many gadgets. "Oh ah, a mini spiralizer, a glass milk container (my gift) (trust me it was cool), a mini cheese grater." Women love to oogle at kitchen gadgets. I'm serious. 

The best part of the shower was when the truth came out about Dr. Bff's domestic abilities. All the women in the room found out that her fiancé does the cooking, her fiancé does the cleaning, AND her fiancé does the laundry. After a round of applause from all of the ladies Dr. Bff spread her arms, smiled, and announced, "feminism!" She will be a Dr. and she can make popcorn, so she has that to offer. That's enough for her boo. That's enough for me too. Her brain and personality make up for her lack of household prowess.

Dr. Bff doing what she does best, letting people serve her. We have a lot in common.

Dr. Bff doing what she does best, letting people serve her. We have a lot in common.

After watching people do dishes, they took me back to the train station.

I said my goodbyes. Next time I see the gals it will be almost wedding time. Hard to believe! I cannot wait. Yes, because my best friend is getting married, but more because the groom's brothers are really cute (and British). 

I made it home around 9:30pm and made myself some dinner. This consisted of everything I had left int he fridge. Luckily, I'm good at cooking eggs. I was flying out Saturday am to head to the beach with my family. I had to pack my bags. Luckily, I'm really good at packing. It's especially easy when you know you will be with family all week, so you don't give a damn what you look like. I packed and hit the sack. 

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, until my flights get all fucked up and I hate it. 

  1. Get a flight to Norfolk, Va
  2. Get angry because my flights all fucked up and people working at the gate were incompetent (cc: American Airlines)
  3. Get to Norfolk finally
  4. Get to the beach
  5. Get hugged by all of my family members
  6. Get interrogated about funemployment
  7. Get sleep