Parties, materialism, and autumn

This weekend I went home to Illinois to throw a bachelor party (of sorts) for my brother who's to be married next month. "Of sorts" refers to the fact that he's devoutly Mormon. Therefore, there were no strippers, or alchol, or any other form of debauchery. Instead there was much pizza, soda, college football on tv, air hockey, foosball, and ping-pong. I have to say that I am a ping-pong god, which either makes me really cool or a big ol' loser, as the sport I'm best at is ping-pong. But, I beat EVERYONE there before I finally relenquished my paddle and let someone else play. When the bride to be and my sister crashed the party towards the end, I commented: "Finally! the strippers are here!" I got a roar of laughter from the mormon lads and some VERY dirty looks from the two women. Ah, good times.

I went to the mall tonight to try to recruit a new employee for the store. It was slim pickin's. I realized how much I hate the mall and the materialism it represents. I get so caught up in wanting stuff and, moreover, wanting to BUY stuff that I get really stressed out. I'm so glad that my bf makes me feel like a million bucks no matter what I wear. He's so cool and comfortable in his own skin. It's taken me many years to come close to accomplishing that. He's so *EDITED FOR SHAMELESS GUSHING ABOUT EDDY G*

The warmer weather is starting to give way to cooler nights--a harbinger of the fall. I do love the autumn! It's so Romantic with its wistful breezes, glorious blazes of colorful leaves that only die and turn brown, and ever shorter days.