Where you goin' with my black shoe?

Charlee's Slice
If there is anything I love in life, it’s my fur boots from Florence. At least, that was the main thought occupying my brain as I spent the early hours of Sunday morning trekking across Bellingham in the snow. My boots proved to be not only beautifully crafted, but kept my feet dry and happy in defending them against six inches of unexpected snow fall. Now if only my car were just as functional. I made the attempt to drive home at 1:30 in the morning after we left the Moondoggies show downtown, so I wouldn’t get snowed into Bellingham. I wasn’t able to get too far before I had to strand my car in Fairhaven because I could no longer see the lines on the road or stop properly. I pulled into a parking lot, and prepared for my three mile trek across town. I didn’t exactly dress for snow, or any sort of precipitation, but luckily I had a ton of clothes I brought up for consignment, so I just layered a few sweaters, and reluctantly set off. The only real snag I hit was when I encountered the jerks from 1000 Indian about a block away from the long awaited comfort of Rachel’s apartment. Those douchebags, were out in full force having a snowball fight on the street corner, which only makes sense since it was snowing. Well, they immediately attacked me. I politely tried to explain to them that sorry I was in no mood, I was upset at having to strand my car and was tired from walking, but of course instead of offering me help or even sympathy, the continued to pelt me with snowballs until I was no longer in range yelling at me the whole time to “liven up Bitch.” I just tried to get out of their way as fast as possible, but internally I vowed that I shall seek revenge on them at a later date. Not one of the finer moments of my life, but it ended up being good night regardless.
I arrived in Bellingham mid-afternoon after a four month hiatus, and boy was it good to be back. One thing I forgot was how young and beautiful everyone is there. Well, with the exception of those assholes at 1000 Indian. Rachel, Brandon, and I had manpies for dinner, true to pieblog form, and boy was it just as delicious as I remember. Nathan met up with us and we all went to the wild buffalo to see the Moondoggies, and those men do not disappoint. I will let Rachel elaborate, since she is now an official music critic.
I got out of Bellingham Sunday evening after Austin and Rachel helped me dig out my car. Then I got sick for five days, I am sure my adventure in the snow had a little something to do with that. Also, I started a new job. I am making pretty good money, making coffee. Only time will tell if I will actually be a good job for me, but so far so good.

Rachel's Slice

After today's events, I'm speachless. Literally actually since somehow I ended up losing my voice at somepoint during the night. It was a pretty shitty day to lose it too since I spent the afternoon and early evening with my lovely family meeting the newest addition to the family. Brayden Grace is pretty fucking adorable. And you all know my feeling on children. She may have screamed the entire time I held her, but I really think we bonded.

School is going sooooooo well. It may be the most beautiful schedule to end my undergraduate career. I love my Philip K. Dick class, am writing an essay on beer for non-fiction, and love talking about animals in my multi-genre class. Soo lovely. Plus, you know, I'm a music reviewer now-ish.

Brandon and I do this thing when we're drinking where we imagine different scenarios for us to be awesome in. One of our favorites was the Photo/journalism fantasy where we became Bellebraties that wrote kickass music reviews and made out in random corners of bars. There would be all sorts of intrigue--Are they really just roommates? After a few Porters, this always seemed like the most logical outlet for our awesomeness. Well, Brandon put our money where our mouths were and e-mailed the editor for our local entertainment magazine. This month, Brandon and I are going to submit reviews for The Moondoggies, Dawes(!!!!!) and a local awards show. Hopefully, the editor will like our stuff and publish us! I'm thinking I might need to go ahead and pierce my eyebrow so I can look a little more edgy-rock-n-roll.

The Moondoggies was epic, but hopefully you all can just read about it when I get published. Other than that, 2011 has kicked itself off in a very extreme way that maybe this Pie Girl might not feel like sharing with everyone. Just know, I really am as awesome as I always thought and living with Brandon has not completely domesticated me. Life is good, and I hope it is good for you as well. Also, any ideas for the perfect revenge on those jackass neighbors of mine would be a welcome thing:)
XOXO, Rachel