satin and sake

Since my sister Danielle got engaged to her fiancé, Steve, about a year and a half ago our lives have been filled with crap I know nothing about. It will never cease to amaze me how many small details there are into planning a wedding and I’m pretty sure if I had to do it I would forget something. That being said, it has been such a fun year and a half and once they get married I think I really am going to miss the planning and everything that went with the engagement. Saturday was her second fitting at Kleinfeld’s and ended up being her last. The dress is absolutely gorgeous and she looks beautiful in it. There are not many things that pull at my heart strings but I have to admit, I did shed a tear or two.

My younger sister Britt and myself were there to learn how to “bustle”- easy enough but alas another example of something I know nothing about. Ellie, a straight off the boat Italian seamstress, made it easy enough for us to figure out how the gather and keep up the material of her dress. “It’s-a very easy. You-a match-a the numbers from-a one string-a to the next-a. You-a see? Six-a match six-a, five-a match five-a. Yes?” Yes.

The whole “my sister’s getting married thing” has sort of made me look at my life a little differently. I’m not saying anything has changed per se but it does make you realize what’s important. It’s easy to say that what other people think doesn’t matter or that you care less about something than you actually do. I used to say that I didn’t really care if I ever got married and carried that attitude throughout college. But no matter how much I want to deny it, I think maybe I grew up a little and I don’t really feel that way anymore. I don’t know if I will ever get married and there is no one in my life right now that I could see myself marrying, but seeing my sister as happy as she is and seeing how much Steve loves her, I’d like to think that any good person deserves that kind of love in their life. Life’s too short to stress over the boys that pretend to care about you. This is an outlook on life that I have tried to stick to many, many, MANY times and usually doesn’t last for too long but I’m a year older and maybe this time it will catch??

Enough of that. After the important, putting-my-life-in-perspective dress fitting it was time to play. When people ask me what my hobbies are or my favorite pastimes I usually have a pretty hard time answering them. I usually come up with lame things like reading and the norm. But I have developed a new favorite pastime over the past year or so. However, I do not think that its socially acceptable (yet) when people ask me what some of my hobbies are that I answer “Sake bombing”. My friends and I have sort of started to go regularly for birthdays and that is where we found ourselves Saturday night; in Tribeca at the place we always go to surrounded by all you can eat Sushi, pitchers of beer and Sake. Within minutes your clothes are soaked, you’ve got a buzz and everyone’s chanting and taking pictures that they wish they hadn’t the next morning. It’s loud and the wooden tables have the smell of beer seeping from its pores. Delightful. We had a good group, a few people we wish could have been there were not, but the more people the better. From there we went out in Tribeca which we usually don’t do and I was glad we did. We went to two places I’ve never been, M1-5 and a place that I can’t even really remember what the inside looked like let alone the name of it.

Before we knew it, it was time to go. My name is Katelyn and I have a serious problem with bars having closing times at all. I’ve visited friends in different states where closing time for bars is 2am and I think it’s utterly absurd. But for some reason when 4am rolls around I think it’s ridiculous that we’re asked to leave. We got back up to the Bronx around 3:45 praying the doors of Rambling House would be open. Sadly they were not and all I could think of was how much fun everyone inside was having. Why can’t everywhere be like Vegas and be open forever? Though if this was the case I think we would all have serious problems. A stop at the Chipper Van to eat ourselves out of our depression was necessary.

Like most Sundays, I was pretty much bed ridden. Unlike most Sundays, I had to pull my life together. Mother’s Day plus an interview this afternoon after work makes for a grouchy me. And like most Mondays, I enjoyed the weekend thoroughly and still have the remains of a hangover floating around in my head.