SIDENOTE: movin' on up

I'm alive.  No worries.  I have to admit I never understood how a 'real' blogger let their work slip and avoided updating their site on a frequent basis.  That's before I realized that most people have to juggle a life, a job and things like say ... cramming 5 years worth of accumulated crap into a 450 square foot apartment without breaking your back (and murdering your younger brother who complains the whole time) over the course of a weekend.  


Needless to say.  This was totally my bad.  I fell off the map the past week on account of late nights at the office and moving.  Mission now accomplished ... despite the fact that I'm without A/C until further notice and TV/internet-less (it's a new word, deal with it) until Friday. 


In HMOH News:  I recently got a message from former coworker and reader Brooke (a bride-to-be) telling me that she took on the recommendation of using Kelsey and Will's photographer for her wedding.  She's meeting with the folks at JPG Photography and will let me know if she plans to go with them.  With that, I'll be starting up a list of vendors that my friends and readers used in each city for everyone else in the midst of planning weddings.  I ask that for those who have just recently planned, executed or enjoyed a good wedding that you send the vendor details (location, event planner, DJ/band, photographer, etc.) to HMOH and I'll add it to the ongoing list!


Wedding stuff aside, I didn't do much last week besides cry and pretend my life was so much worse off than everyone else's (a bit of a drama queen I'll admit in retrospect).  

• Ugh, speaking of drama queen - my life is ruined.  My plan was to host my birthday in a few weeks at The Canal Room for a Rubix Cube 80s night.  I already had a sweet outfit in mind. They only perform on Saturdays and, lucky for me, Jewish holidays and engagement parties are getting in the way!!
• If you're moving apartments in the New York City area do NOT use 'The Man with the Van" - I repeat, just don't. Sounds like an awesome company name, right?  Yep, maybe if he actually showed up with a van and not a Ford truck that scratched up my Martha Stewart-ized (yep, also a word) bookcase.  He made me cry on the floor of the UHaul we had to rent last minute in order to move the rest of my stuff. My perfect bookcase, to which I dedicated a Friday evening and trip to a Manhattan Home Depot, is now serving as a ghetto kitchen pantry. "Man with Van" is referred to lovingly (and by lovingly, I mean with deep hatred) as "As*hole with the Van" ... I will make it mission to take his bootleg company down.
• My apartment is a work in progress but will feel like home in no time.  The view from my window of the Empire State and Chrysler Buildings doesn't hurt either.
• Woke up on Sunday morning to this gem of a text (you never get too old for these):  "p.s. Looked really hot last night, met a boy, brought him home, cuddled this am and he just left. Call me. xoxo."  It's things like this that get brought up in wedding speeches.
• Our trip to Cali - in place of the wedding that got cancelled - is fast approaching and there's an awesome itinerary underway.  It has yet to be HMOH-ified with color coding and minute-by-minute details, but I already picked up dramamine, matching rain ponchos and Disney Princess bandaids for our whale-watching tour. Nick will be more than thrilled.  
• My grandmother, bless her heart, speaks very broken English (despite 60 years in America) and is sadly suffering from dementia in her old age.  She thankfully still remembers who I am and my name, which makes me feel like the most important grandchild (clearly).  Despite not knowing what day it is or what year we're in, she still always remembers to ask me if I have a boyfriend yet.

andddd ... she's BACK.

-HMOH