You Are Somewhat Machiavellian

You're not going to mow over everyone to get ahead... But you're also powerful enough to make things happen for yourself. You understand how the world works, even when it's an ugly place. You just don't get ugly yourself - unless you have to!

How Machiavellian Are You?

Also, there is a quiz called "What's Your Inner Blood Type?" Well, actually, my blood type is generally inner...unless I've had a really bad day...

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A steady pace




This has been PARTY WEEK 2007. I have had to remind myself constantly that the race is not to the swift, but the strong---which basically means I have had to pace myself and not strain my endurance. So far I'm holding up pretty damn well. Multivitamins and lots of water are no doubt helping.




The singles party Wednesday night was small but fun. We had stayed up late Tuesday night getting everything ready while drinking Bitch wine and eating little French schoolboy cookies. On Wednesday, CV's loft glowed red from the candlelight, we unloaded way more jello shots than we expected to (but still had a bunch leftover!), and after everyone left there was the two of us dancing around her living room giggling. Good times, good times.



Last night I went with a carload of ATLiens to Athens to see The Wydelles at the 40 Watt. We had before-show drinks at The Manhattan, and after the Wydelles played Bonnie and I ran down for feta fries at The Grill. RT ate three sausages from the sausage man (though he claims only two of those are verifiable...) and SR was our very gracious chaffeur.



Tonight I go to the High with my dad.



Tomorrow morning it's back to Athens for the weekend.



Monday PARTY WEEK 2007 is officially over, and I can go back to normal life for a little bit.

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It jiggles!




Dear god, there are now enough jello shots in CV's fridge to get three sorority houses drunk...

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Somebody's got a case of the Mondays




I just finished watching Barefoot in the Park for the first time tonight on TCM, and I was struck almost from the beginning by how much Jane Fonda as Corrie reminds me of Marilyn. (Side note: Bonnie & I are visiting her in NYC in just two and a half weeks, which makes me so excited and happy I giggle every time I think about it.) It's not simply that M is something of a dead ringer for a young Jane Fonda (o, the beautiful, beautiful strawberry blonde hair!) but also the character of free-wheeling Corrie. Good movie, by the way.



Speaking of movies, I also watched a movie Saturday night: Office Space on Comedy Central. I hadn't seen it in years and laughed myself silly. Good movie.



Still drowning in school work. Two field trips to Athens planned for later in the week. Two! I hardly ever go to Athens, and somehow this week I'm going twice. You just never know.



Oh, and the car sold, so I'm officially no longer a car owner. Sweet.

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#1 Grandkid




My reinstatement as Most Favored Grandchild is almost complete. While I did compromise this status by making out with that boyfriend that one Christmas five years ago (I had totally forgotten about this, by the way, until my Cousin M reminded me this past Christmas) and getting a divorce, I am the only one of the Original Three not to drop out of college and have a baby. (The Original Three are the original three granddaughters who pre-date the Febrary 2006 addition of the Twins, Augie and Rose, by 20+ years. The Original Three are the true grandchildren; the Twins are mere spun-sperm, fertility-drug imposters.) In addition, I go visit the Grandparents at least once a month, unprompted.




However, I have concocted a power play that will forever guarantee my status as Most Favored Grandchild. By graduating in December, come hell or high water, I will be the first Grandchild, Original Three or otherwise, to receive a college degree. This endears me forever in the eyes of Grandpa. But, since the eyes of Grandpa are not enough for complete security as Most Favored Grandchild, I have endeared myself in the eyes of Grandma (and let's face it, her eyes count at least twice as much as Grandpa's eyes) by personally securing promises from all family residing on the West Coast to fly to Atlanta in December for my graduation, thus guaranteeing THE WHOLE FAMILY WILL BE TOGETHER AT GRANDMA AND GRANDPA'S HOUSE for the first time in years and years, and perhaps for the last time ever.



This may seem like a little thing, dear readers, but I assure you, it is a major coup. If I can pull this off I will forever rule supreme as Most Favored Grandchild.

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Correction




I realize now that it's "Obamamania", not "Obamania."

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All I'm saying is, when it's time to party, we will party hard.

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