Friday . April 18 . 2003 . 10:34am scammed by a man of god I received a big envelope in the mail the other day from the hospital addressed to "Dr. Michelle Au." Woah. (It had all my employment contract stuff in it. More paperwork.) * * * We saw "A Mighty Wind" last night, and enjoyed it very much, thank you. I think it's safe to assume that if you liked "Guffman" and "Best in Show," you'll like "A Mighty Wind" as well. It was, of course, ridiculous, but the filmmakers were smart enough to include some real emotion in the Mitch and Mickey storyline, which actually made me a little sad. Something about the story of two former lovers who had a falling out, chose different paths, but reunited to find that they still love each other, I found very touching. And damn, was that music catchy. I have do unearth all my Peter Paul and Mary cassettes now. (Yes, cassettes.) * * * Yesterday, I had lunch at a Japanese restaurant on the Upper East Side with my dad and my sister, and guess who was sitting at the bar right next to us? None other than Yoko Ono. Oh, Yoko. I had seen her at this same restaurant once before, but there was still some question in my mind whether or not the person I saw could have just been a lady who looked a lot like Yoko Ono. But there was no doubt this time. First of all, she sat right next to us, so I got a good look while pretending not to be looking at all. Second of all, these two slack-jawed yokels came up to her to say a fawning hello in the middle of her meal, and she thanked them graciously. (I disapprove of going up to celebrities to say hi, mainly because, were I a celebrity, I would hate it.) She ordered in Japanese, and it looks like she must be a pretty regular customer, because she knew the chef by name and he gave her all these extra special treats, like three sesame cookies for dessert instead of one, and these tasty chocolate and green tea covered almonds that I didn't get, even though she and I both ordered the same dessert tray. Oh, and the best part? During her meal, she was reading Us Weekly, the trashiest magazine in the world, and therefore, my favorite. (She left the magazine on the table after her meal, having finished leafing through it, and the same slack-jawed yokels swooped in and seized it, perhaps to add to their collection of Things That Celebrities Have Touched.) * * * So you know how on weather.com, you can check a ten-day weather forecast for your region, instead of just the standard 5-day forecast that most newspapers show? Well, today is the first day that we can actually view the weather forecast for the day of the wedding. So far, it looks to be partially cloudy with a high of 60°. I'll keep following the forecast day by day and hope that the clouds go down and the temperature goes up, but really, as long as its not raining, I'm happy. My final wedding dress fitting yesterday went very well. The dress is purty. All they have to do is finalize some stitching and give it a good steam, and it'll be ready for me to pick up next Thursday. I remember when I was trying on dresses last year. Luckily, it really only took me two days to find the dress I wanted, and the Vera Wang ladies have been really good about all these fittings and accommodating my schedule. My seamstress, Sylvia, gave me a big hug when we left the other day, and asked me to bring by wedding pictures to show her afterwards. I guess she wants to see her work in action, and to make sure that my dress didn't fall off on the dance floor. Strapless is such a dodgy proposition for the small-breasted lady. (Oh, they sewed in all the padding into the bra cups, though, and it's actually a pretty plausible verisimilitude of boobage.) I'm a little nervous about this minister that we hired. Remember, he's just this interfaith guy that we found on the internet, and he seemed pretty legitimate at the time, but given that he didn't respond to our last e-mail about the details of the ceremony, and that the wedding is fast approaching, I gave him a call yesterday. MICHELLE Hello, is this Reverend C.? REVEREND (British accent) This is. MICHELLE Hello Reverend, this is Michelle Au. REVEREND (silence) MICHELLE Do you remember me? REVEREND (silence) MICHELLE You're scheduled to perform our wedding ceremony on April 27th. REVEREND (Fake recognition) Oh, Michelle! Of course! I should remember you, shouldn't I? MICHELLE'S INNER MONOLOGUE Interesting that you'd put it that way. MICHELLE Ah, well, yes. Anyway, the wedding is coming up pretty soon now... REVEREND Yes, pip pip, very soon, fast approaching, what. MICHELLE Right. And I just wondered if you got that e-mail I sent you a few weeks ago. About our plans for the wedding ceremony. REVEREND Didn't you, uh, get my reply? MICHELLE Well, no, we didn't. Which is why we called. REVEREND You e-mailed me? MICHELLE Yes, several weeks ago. REVEREND Ah, well, yes, you see, my computer has been giving me problems. MICHELLE Is that so. REVEREND My modem has been down. In fact, I've just been on the phone all day trying to sort the problem out. MICHELLE Oh, well, I could just read you the content of the e-mail, and then you could have the information. REVEREND No, no, just re-send the e-mail. MICHELLE But I thought you said your modem was down. REVEREND Uh, but now it's fixed. MICHELLE Are you sure you don't just want me to tell you on the phone? It's pretty short. REVEREND Oh, no, just re-sending the e-mail should be fine. MICHELLE'S INNER MONOLOGUE You're so not staying for dinner. This is the last time we're hiring someone just because he has an tony accent like Mr. Belvedere. He's probably taking our deposit and hightailing it to Mexico as we speak. * * * Certain Dri Challenge: Day 2 So we did indeed reach a high of 41° yesterday, but I wore a T-shirt that historically has hugged the pits in such a way as to induce some dampness. Yesterday, however, the pits remained dry as a bone. This looks promising. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 9 days |
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Friday . April 18 . 2003 . 10:34am scammed by a man of god I received a big envelope in the mail the other day from the hospital addressed to "Dr. Michelle Au." Woah. (It had all my employment contract stuff in it. More paperwork.) * * * We saw "A Mighty Wind" last night, and enjoyed it very much, thank you. I think it's safe to assume that if you liked "Guffman" and "Best in Show," you'll like "A Mighty Wind" as well. It was, of course, ridiculous, but the filmmakers were smart enough to include some real emotion in the Mitch and Mickey storyline, which actually made me a little sad. Something about the story of two former lovers who had a falling out, chose different paths, but reunited to find that they still love each other, I found very touching. And damn, was that music catchy. I have do unearth all my Peter Paul and Mary cassettes now. (Yes, cassettes.) * * * Yesterday, I had lunch at a Japanese restaurant on the Upper East Side with my dad and my sister, and guess who was sitting at the bar right next to us? None other than Yoko Ono. Oh, Yoko. I had seen her at this same restaurant once before, but there was still some question in my mind whether or not the person I saw could have just been a lady who looked a lot like Yoko Ono. But there was no doubt this time. First of all, she sat right next to us, so I got a good look while pretending not to be looking at all. Second of all, these two slack-jawed yokels came up to her to say a fawning hello in the middle of her meal, and she thanked them graciously. (I disapprove of going up to celebrities to say hi, mainly because, were I a celebrity, I would hate it.) She ordered in Japanese, and it looks like she must be a pretty regular customer, because she knew the chef by name and he gave her all these extra special treats, like three sesame cookies for dessert instead of one, and these tasty chocolate and green tea covered almonds that I didn't get, even though she and I both ordered the same dessert tray. Oh, and the best part? During her meal, she was reading Us Weekly, the trashiest magazine in the world, and therefore, my favorite. (She left the magazine on the table after her meal, having finished leafing through it, and the same slack-jawed yokels swooped in and seized it, perhaps to add to their collection of Things That Celebrities Have Touched.) * * * So you know how on weather.com, you can check a ten-day weather forecast for your region, instead of just the standard 5-day forecast that most newspapers show? Well, today is the first day that we can actually view the weather forecast for the day of the wedding. So far, it looks to be partially cloudy with a high of 60°. I'll keep following the forecast day by day and hope that the clouds go down and the temperature goes up, but really, as long as its not raining, I'm happy. My final wedding dress fitting yesterday went very well. The dress is purty. All they have to do is finalize some stitching and give it a good steam, and it'll be ready for me to pick up next Thursday. I remember when I was trying on dresses last year. Luckily, it really only took me two days to find the dress I wanted, and the Vera Wang ladies have been really good about all these fittings and accommodating my schedule. My seamstress, Sylvia, gave me a big hug when we left the other day, and asked me to bring by wedding pictures to show her afterwards. I guess she wants to see her work in action, and to make sure that my dress didn't fall off on the dance floor. Strapless is such a dodgy proposition for the small-breasted lady. (Oh, they sewed in all the padding into the bra cups, though, and it's actually a pretty plausible verisimilitude of boobage.) I'm a little nervous about this minister that we hired. Remember, he's just this interfaith guy that we found on the internet, and he seemed pretty legitimate at the time, but given that he didn't respond to our last e-mail about the details of the ceremony, and that the wedding is fast approaching, I gave him a call yesterday. MICHELLE Hello, is this Reverend C.? REVEREND (British accent) This is. MICHELLE Hello Reverend, this is Michelle Au. REVEREND (silence) MICHELLE Do you remember me? REVEREND (silence) MICHELLE You're scheduled to perform our wedding ceremony on April 27th. REVEREND (Fake recognition) Oh, Michelle! Of course! I should remember you, shouldn't I? MICHELLE'S INNER MONOLOGUE Interesting that you'd put it that way. MICHELLE Ah, well, yes. Anyway, the wedding is coming up pretty soon now... REVEREND Yes, pip pip, very soon, fast approaching, what. MICHELLE Right. And I just wondered if you got that e-mail I sent you a few weeks ago. About our plans for the wedding ceremony. REVEREND Didn't you, uh, get my reply? MICHELLE Well, no, we didn't. Which is why we called. REVEREND You e-mailed me? MICHELLE Yes, several weeks ago. REVEREND Ah, well, yes, you see, my computer has been giving me problems. MICHELLE Is that so. REVEREND My modem has been down. In fact, I've just been on the phone all day trying to sort the problem out. MICHELLE Oh, well, I could just read you the content of the e-mail, and then you could have the information. REVEREND No, no, just re-send the e-mail. MICHELLE But I thought you said your modem was down. REVEREND Uh, but now it's fixed. MICHELLE Are you sure you don't just want me to tell you on the phone? It's pretty short. REVEREND Oh, no, just re-sending the e-mail should be fine. MICHELLE'S INNER MONOLOGUE You're so not staying for dinner. This is the last time we're hiring someone just because he has an tony accent like Mr. Belvedere. He's probably taking our deposit and hightailing it to Mexico as we speak. * * * Certain Dri Challenge: Day 2 So we did indeed reach a high of 41° yesterday, but I wore a T-shirt that historically has hugged the pits in such a way as to induce some dampness. Yesterday, however, the pits remained dry as a bone. This looks promising. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 9 days |
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