kate+speaks

Found it: April 15, Regency Ballroom, SFC.

Gonna die from excitement.

I have been observing my growth into adulthood for quite some time. I think that no matter what anyone claims, just because you are 18 (and over) it does classify you as an adult.

IMHO, being adult comes with crazy responsibility.  It means dealing with being able to make rent/mortgage every month, being covered with insurance, paying your bills, and still having a little to wil’out for a minute. It comes with stress and anxiety and the constant reminder to hustle, cause if you don’t, no one else is going to cover your ass. Lucky for me, I had dope parents to set me on this path, I can’t thank them enough.

For the first time in life, I get out of bed and trek to work because of the well-being of someone else.

I go to work so I can help support my husband and the life we’re making together.

Holy fuck, can this be it? I’m a fully-fledged adult?

A few days ago I realized—as hard as it was to get out of bed and leave the man in the comfortable sheets and warm bed, it would be even harder to disappoint him. It hit me like a flood. The husband is literally the reason I get out of bed every morning. I learned how to hustle from him, because for a while, while I was accepting unemployment and being less productive with my life, he was the one working himself to the bone, 11 hours a day. Although I wasn’t his wife yet at the time, he took care of me like I already was, and he knew he had to be a grown man and handle his bizness.

My… how far we have grown together, from embarrassing and awkward public fights in our teenage years to 9 years later and holding it down for one another.

He’s even prepping our taxes for us, as our first year as a husband & wife.

Fugg. I’m here. This is it, isn’t it? Adulthood?

Shit. What an intense revelation.

I believe that DJ Neil Armstrong should fly into the Bay on the regular and have a monthly in the City, tag teamed with Vinroc. Then my world would blow up at least once a month, but again… why play out a good thing? [If you haven't heard, those are my two favorite djs on the entire planet. The 5th Platoon is no joke.]

When an awesome dj spins, my world just feels complete. I can’t explain the high, mixed in with the perfect buzz, these are the times which make me so happy to be alive, so freaking grateful that I am young and making the most out (whats left) of my youth. Thats just me.

Also, it doesn’t go without mentioning that I’m lucky enough to be married to a man who values the same thing. See we’re on that same level.

The combination of a good night out forever lives in my memory.

I collect nights on dance floors just the same as I collect mental pictures of golden hours.

I still remember the Dynamite Soul nights at SoFA Lounge. I remember when the homie Paul took me to hear ?uestlove to spin at Agenda. I remember the first time I heard Platurn mash up Johnny Cash, shit was ill. I remember the first time I heard a “So Much Soul” mixtape, and first time I heard Neil Armstrong’s “Sweet.” I swear the endorphins were ridiculous, it honestly felt like love.

Not all DJs are dope, in reality I think very few are. Not all nights out are worth the effort, but I’m loving the carefree weekends 2010 is bringing.

Lets keep ‘em going.

This is how I do cough syrup. Is it bad if I teach my future babies to throwback cough syrup like its liquor?

Throwing it back is the only way I will take nasty ass Robitussin. I wish someone told me about this a long time ago.

Taking medicine a teaspoon at a time, directly on the tongue… DISGUSTING.

(Note: The second shot is for the man, who is also playing host to a nasty cough)

I will be forever in love with my wedding day.

In “Meet the Robinsons” the kid invents a machine in which you can view your memories. The first lucky person to use the machine used it to see a few glimpses of her wedding day. It was a snippet of her walking down the aisle and her husband-to-be turning around to face her. This is probably where I start crying (see a few blogs down).

What I wouldn’t give to travel back to July 7th, 2009.

I googled myself and it brought me to the blog in which I declared that the wedding would be a destination event. I swear on my life that I believe it is the best decision that Jeff and I have ever made. We got to spend a whole week with our friends and loved ones on a beautiful island, with more than one occasion to look back on.

Best. Decision. Ever.

• I eat a portion of dessert every day. I feel deprived if I go a day without some sort of dessert (ohh and to me, something as simple as half a candy bar is dessert. Just. Give. Me. Chocolate.)
• I am ADDICTED to Forever21.com, I check it EVERY DAY. This is really the only place I can afford clothes right now, I think clothes are too expensive once they go past $12. Honest to God. I’m not sure when I got so cheap about clothes, probably because I have a love ‘em and leave ‘em relationship with my wardrobe. Plus, when you can get a skirt for $7 and a vneck tee for $3.50, why would you spend more?
• I am having too much fun on my weekends. My liver is already tired of 2010. Regardless, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
• I am still not adjusted to the new apt. I woke up randomly at 3:40am last night and freaked the fugg out. I’ve been fearless when it has come to my past residences, I could get water and go pee in pitch dark at 3:33 am and not get phased at all. Hopefully I shake this shit off.
• I want to have a girl first, for the sole selfish purpose that I hope she looks like me when I was a kid. Also because I can give her my collection of Louie V’s (yet to be acquired, thank you) and shoes.
• “Modern Family” is my new “Office.” As much as I still love Michael Scott, Dwight Schrute, Pam Beasley Halpert, and the rest, the show’s storyline has lost some of its charm and comedy. It pains me to say so, but it is just not as light-hearted as it used to be. When I look back at at Season 2 its just so much funnier than recent seasons/episodes. “Modern Family” on the other hand is ridiculous, Manny is my favorite.
• I STILL regret not buying a Faux-Nel (fake Chanel) on Canal St. in NYC back in October. God knows, I will never be able to afford/rationalize paying $2k for the (tiny ass) real thing.
• I watched “Food Inc.” and now I’m pretty disgusted by all meats. But I’m a fat kid at heart so I just try not to think about it. I should really become a pescatarian, but I don’t think I can afford it, and who am I kidding, I cannot give up beef simply because of carne asada.

My uterus has decided that I will not function properly.

Why do I have to bleed and hurt every month, while all a man has to do is nothing…. squirt sperm. Thats all. Fc%&!ing squirt sperm.

On the other end I will have to bleed every month since I was 10 years old, then I will stop bleeding when one of my eggs catch a sperm, then slowly blow up like a balloon for nine months, while my body never returns to its former glory (not that its glorious at all, but hey a size 27 waist is good stuff).

Gahhhhhhhhhhh.

Me VS. My menstrual cycle

Me = 0
Menstrual Cycle = 192

I spent my Friday night watching “The Bridges of Madison County” while the man slept on. Originally I was never really interested in the movie, but I was lazy to switch channels, and I knew it was a classic so I gave it a shot.

HOT DAMN.

I bawled my eyes out. IT. WAS. SO. GOOD. I can’t even explain it, but it broke my heart. It was so wrong, yet it was all so right. I now understand why it is on Pam Beasley’s “Top 5 Deserted Island Movies.”

Which leads me to….. The top four movies which make me cry, guaranteed.
(In no particular order)

1. The Notebook – No matter how many times I see this story I CANNNNNOT for the life of me, stop myself from crying. Its impossible. When Noah goes off on his monologue about how he can’t lose her again, I lose it.

2. Meet the Robinsons – WHAT? A Disney movie you say? I know. I know. Its animated, and its not even that sad. Truth be told I cry in the last five minutes cause it makes me SO FUGGIN’ HAPPY. I will not deny it, the last five minutes make my heart soar. When that Rob Thomas song comes on and everything is in its proper place I just cry… EVERY TIME. Fucking Disney, I tell you.

3. UP – Ohhmahhhgahhhd. I can’t even begin. I can’t even say anything without spoiling it for someone who hasn’t had the pleasure of seeing it. But if I can only grow so old and so grey with the husband by my side I will only be so so so so lucky. Fugg. I tear just at the thought of it all.

4. The Bridges of Madison County – I died, at the EXACT moment where Meryl Streep sees Clint Eastwood standing out in the rain. Died. Like I said, their love (affair) was SO WRONG, YET SO RIGHT. Few people are fortunate enough to feel such passion and love within a lifetime.

Ugh. I’m sure there are a few more on which I can elaborate on, but I’m at a loss for words, plus I’m spent by shedding all these tears.

Must be PMS.

The top five movies we each play, NO JOKE. Completely honest.

Kate:
- The Hangover
- Superbad
- Forgetting Sarah Marshall
- Howl’s Moving Castle
- One of four Will Ferrell movies (Elf, Anchorman, Old School, Step Brothers… yadda)

The Husband:
- The Devil Wears Prada
- Confessions of a Shopaholic
- Princess Diaries
- Mean Girls
- Seven

I don’t know how Seven ended up amongst that list of wimpy ass estrogen flicks, but I’m not lying.

Yeah, there is kind of a polar thing going on, but its what makes us fit like puzzle pieces.

Ohh and make fun of my man for liking chick flicks and I’ll cut you.

Here’s a picture from my wonderful Christmas with the Laxamana family. Obviously I had no idea this photo was even taken. I’m crazy for even posting it. I’m guessing the husband took it. Evil.

We started the drinking festivites around 5:30 pm. This picture was probably taken around 11.

I look ridiculous and tore up, but at least my eye makeup is still on point. KTFO.

It was a good christmas.