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The Future Mr. Scotch & myself have been trying to find a good wedding song for our first dance as husband and wife. Well, that's a simplification. He said he has no opinion, but vetoed my choice, which was Little Red Corvette by Prince. Now, I haven't been to many weddings, but the ones I have attended have featured a LAME first dance song. I want something that's funky, soulful, and romantic. Any and all suggestions will be considered. We have 35 days left and I'm getting really antsy to pick one. Keep in mind, the first dance will take place at an outdoor luau here:

Alternately, if you agree with me that Little Red Corvette is an AWESOME first song, please post that sentiment here and perhaps my man friend can be convinced.

My student loan provider is terrified. I made a huge double payment yesterday and I thought it was going to crash the site. Every step of the way, a message popped up asking, "Are you SURE?" "Really? YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THIS???" Four times, in fact. Once the payment was finally submitted, I received a scary looking email from them that looked like the kind of thing you get from your bank when there is a suspicious charge on your account. Clearly, they were hoping I would continue to pay the minimum until my scheduled last payment - May 17, 2020.

Yeah. That's right Sallie Mae, you better be scared, BEYOTCH.

Pure Chaos

Yesterday, I was invited to the Williams-Sonoma sample sale by a former coworker. Once a year, WS/Pottery Barn/West Elm employees are allowed to bring one guest, and being chosen is a pretty cutthroat operation. I was picked by my sympathetic friend, who recognized that as a person soon-to-be married, I needed some fancy creature comforts to make a home.

For this event, 45 truckloads of merchandise were brought into the Cow Palace and placed on tables throughout. A lottery was held and each of the 1,100 participants were assigned a number. We drew #791, which was kind of a bummer, but I still took home two HUGE bags of stuff I couldn't carry unassisted, a large mirror, and a chair. Amongst my bounty: lots of Apilco porcelain, Reidel glasses, two duvets, Egyptian cotton pillow cases, colorful cereal bowls, candles, jewelry organizers, and several vases. Amongst the rejects - a large, white curtain that wasn't wide enough for the guest room and a mirror with a faux twig frame that we couldn't find a place for.

This morning, as I sipped my coffee from fine porcelain, snuggled under comfy bedding with my fiance & dog; I felt like a real, soon-to-be married adult. It felt luxurious and wonderful to have stuff. Comfy stuff. New stuff. Girly stuff, that I like. Having moved at least once-a-year for the past 10 years, I shed all my creature comforts, and I will likely have to do it again. But for now, it feels really good to be home.

A few moments ago I was standing in Jamba Juice, cradling a cell phone to my ear, ordering a double shot of wheatgrass, while drinking a tall latte, attempting to pay for my $2.18 purchase with a charge card, and wearing a black power suit w/ high heels.

If I saw myself, 10 years ago, I would shoot me in the face for the good of humanity.

Thank you, California Supreme Court, for finally making this right.  

Have you seen Papi Chulo lately? He's lookin' good! I mean, obviously, he always looks good...but even more so than usual.

Hmmm...that is one fine piece...

I love that dude. Here's a shout-out for you, baby:

I need some advice from you guys, and possibly a small favor. I have an interview next week at a multi-billion dollar corporation, for which I need to procure an amazing business suit. I have less than $100 in my checking to spend on this outfit, and I need one black jacket, black pants, and a tailored white shirt. Any thoughts on how my broke ass can make this work? Do I have any kindly Vox neighbors in the Bay Area who would loan me some clothes? I have plenty of office clothes, none of which are worthy of this interview/position.

Oh yeah, and I don't have a credit card.

HELP!!!

Dear Rest of the Country,

I have read some scary things lately concerning your economy, gas prices, and credit crisis. Since no one else is speaking up - I feel it is my duty to let you know, San Francisco is your sanctuary. I am certain this will ruffle some feathers with my fellow citizens, who would prefer this juicy secret be kept to ourselves; I simply cannot sit back and watch this happen to you, without saying anything...

Did you know our minimum wage is $9.36/hr.? That's pretty good for the most basic entry-level gas station attendant, fast food employee, or day laborer. But surely, you can do better than that. If you have even half a brain, you can make a life here. Temping typically pays 16-20/hr. you may have to answer phones, or do filing work - but hey, it's better than collecting food stamps, no?

If you have 75% of a brain and a little initiative, you can do very, very, well for yourself in this city. If you are willing to demonstrate that you care about your job and appearance - even a little bit, you'll be on easy street. Also, we have amazing public transportation. So get rid of your vehicle, insurance, and gasoline budget. Plan on spending $45/mth on a Muni pass - that gets you around the whole city, by train, trolley, or bus.

Rent is a little steep here - but it is totally doable. You will likely have to suck it up and have a roommate; sorry - times are tough all over. But, there are a lot of rooms available in houses with people who have rent control. That means, you can score yourself a pretty sweet deal, if you are willing to turn on the charm or simply refrain from being a total psycho.

I know that you have been beaten down, that you're probably living hand-to-mouth, hoping that things will eventually turn around. Unfortunately, you and I both know that they won't - at least not for awhile. Therefore, I highly recommend you get your ass out West before it's really too late. Do what you want with this advice, my conscience has officially been relieved...

Respectfully,

The Lady Miss Scotchington

I had a pretty amazing interview today, which could result in a high-paying, real adult job. I don't want to talk about it until I know for sure what will happen, but I'm starting to feel like a grown-up (and I kinda like it). Also, today marks the day my student loan balance enters the high 17's, down from 21k. Chipping away at that thing slowly but surely...

Yeah. It was a good day.