Gentle Reader,

I would like request the honour of your company at my new blog:

www.premaritalblogging.blogspot.com

Okay, so this morning it occured to me that I'm, like, about to get married. In exactly one month. I haven't said much about the wedding/marriage, etc. so far, because until earlier today it all seemed rather abstract. Like something from a Jane Austen novel or something - "taking a husband. " Don't worry - I still think it's a very good thing. The marriage part, at least. (You know you've had enough of wedding planning when the idea of getting married in Vegas by a female Asian Elvis impersonator on rollerskates starts to make a beautiful amount of sense.)

I'm just breathing into this paper bag for fun. Really.
- posted by Marguerite @ 9:17 PM

 

Yes, I am still alive. Fortunately neuroses are typically not fatal, or else I might not be.

Not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. My job, which was orignially quite tolerable, albeit not my dream job, has become increasingly non-tolerable.

On Friday, we had one of our annual fundraising galas, this one hosted by the Junior Board of the organization. This group primarily consists of young New York zillionaires who are "socially concious," by which I mean they are very concious of their social lives. There's a breed of young executive/ young heir/ess types who seem to do nothing but go to fundraising events. I guess it makes it easier to justify excess if it's for the sake of the greater good. It's important to have that fifth martini for the sake of the poor little kids in East Harlem, or to cure foot in mouth disease, or for feline literacy, or whatever. Cheers.

On the upside, it does raise a lot of money for good causes, even if the motives of the partygoers might have more to do with social climbing than social responsibility. At the gala, I was eavesdropping on two 20 or 30-something women, who looked like most of the other 20 or 30-something women, in painfully expensive, painfully uninteresting black dresses. both someone asking what is this party for, anyway? To which the person beside her replied, very assuredly, the East Hampton Tutorial Program.

East Harlem ... I interjected. Both of the women seemed disappointed - understandably. It's high time someone had a program for those kids in East Hampton - maybe to tutor them in how to sail a catamaran? Or to help them really understand the difference between a Chateau Lafite and a Mouton Rothschild? Somebody has to do it, and their parents are probably too busy attending charity fundraisers.

- posted by Marguerite @ 11:39 AM