in indignation

Dear Waterproof Mascara,

You are supposed to be waterproof. WTF.

Sincerely,
Cameron Shaw


P.S. Jack and Kat's wedding today! Am having the absolute bestest time in Chicago.

speechless

Old friends.
Winery.
Wine.
The Wills greeting at the entrance.
Significant others.
Friends' parents.
Alexis in the sunshine.
Rachel, like a Greek goddess, with flowers in her hair.
Her mom.
Rafi.
Al Adams.
Head, heart, hands.
Short, simple, perfect ceremony.
Cried.
Duh.
California hills and sun.
Heels and soft earth and cobblestones.
Champagne.
Too much champagne.
Martin's dad.
Lanterns and twilight and dancing.
So much dancing.
Julia and Matty P music.
Andrew Tolve dances funny.
Missed the cake.
Lick photo.
Flip flops.
Drunken conversation with Susan and Al Adams.
Must apologize.
Shuttle to house.
Coffee?
Long phone conversation =)
Snagged spot on couch.
Andrew Kelsey kicked me in the head.
Stephen Blair squeezed my foot.
Not sure why.
Julia, asleep in the bathroom.
Broke a nail.
Boys cooking hamburgers with bacon and cream cheese?
Not much sleep.
Woke to discover golf course.
So many smells.
So much havoc.
Such a mess.
So many friends.

Perfect.


Details soon, with pictures. Oh, the pictures are FABULOUS.

in anticipation

Purchased: one tube of Maybelline Wet N' Wild waterproof mascara.

I am most definitely going to cry tomorrow. Absolutely no question about it. Not only is it Rachel and Alexis getting married- Rachel and Alexis, whom I've known for 12 years now, who I've had sleepovers with and whispered with and ridden the bus with and done homework with- but Al Adams is performing the ceremony, better known as Dr. Adams, who was our high school headmaster. And Al (I call him Al because Taylor was friends with his son and I grew up calling him Al) always makes me cry. He has a way with words, and is just about the nicest headmaster you could ask for. I cried at the last assembly for Taylor's high school class. I cried when his Jug Band played at the last assembly for his son Willie's high school class. I cried when the teachers formed an ensemble and played "Ripple" for our class (come to think of it, that song STILL makes me cry, all because of that one performance). I will cry. It is so likely that it may as well have already happened.

Thus, the waterproof mascara.

and on it goes...

Wedding Announcement Of The Week (because it certainly seems to be a weekly thing nowadays): Kevin Cannon and Lauren Trinker, which I have been suspecting to happen for quite some time and am very happy about. The great thing about Kevin, from the perspective of a girl who has mostly boys for friends, is that he doesn't treat other girls any differently when he has a girlfriend/fiancée. Most guys find a girlfriend and then suddenly feel like they aren't allowed to be friends with other girls anymore (and indeed, most girlfriends feel/force them to act this way). Doesn't seem to be true of any of my guy friends getting married currently, for the most part, but it is a general trait I have noticed. I'm pretty sure things with Kevin will stay about the same, though, for the time being at least. We'll still randomely go get coffee at Psychobabble and go to movies and sit around watching trailers on his Apple TV. When we're in Evanston we'll still go for walks late at night on the Lakefill. He isn't swayed easily, Kevin Cannon.

Now I just have to hope that his wedding, "sometime next fall," doesn't coincide with either Deirdre's or Kate's, or anyone else's I may not know of yet.

september

And now we come to September, which promises to be a good month, what with all the old friends to see and the yearly, utterly satisfying overlap of the Major League Baseball season and the college football season. Today Northwestern beat Towson 47 to 14. Woo! Go 'Cats! For some reason this year I care about things like this more than usual. Perhaps it is a function of being utterly lonely.

Home for Wedding #1 in 4 days.

snark

You know what's awesome? It's awesome when your friends move away and suddenly don't give a shit about you anymore, don't answer texts, or phone calls, or emails, or anything. Because goodness knows it's impossible, in this information age, to be friends with people who don't live in the same state as you! Why even bother?

It's almost as awesome as my computer crapping out and being without the internet for days at a time. ALMOST.

woozle

In going through all these photos, I found this forgotten role of 120 film that had a bunch of pictures of David and Willa Marie, back from when she was just a tiny woozle and not the big imaginative talking woozle she is now. This role of film is why I wish I could get my Mamiya fixed, and actually afford to get the film developed.




Medium format is just plain better! Gah!