Mary + Her Mental Health

This past weekend I visited my friend Michael. We went to Harlem and had Dominican Republic Ice Cream. Which was more like a really, really good slurpee served with a teeny tiny plastic spoon.



We caught the Dance Theater of Harlem Street Fair. They performed and we ate stuff like gyros, and shopped for very large earrings.



This here's Michael with his main squeeze, who by the way is completely rad. They are truly adorable. High marks, Michael.



We saw Mamma Mia! Standing Room Only is the way to see this show. You can dance through the whole freaking thing.






Here's one of Michael and me. We call it the "eager tourist" shot.



We worship Michael Jackson in Times Square...



Saturday night Michael and I performed an interpretive dance to Celine Dion in the GF's apartment. I don't have any photos of that. I'm not sure I want to.

A fantastic weekend, I really loved it. I really needed it.

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I AM GOING.

Tickets go on sale August 11th. Who's coming with me?

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This was just entirely too much fun. Stories of getting stranded in Stockholm by your father, pre-teen hairdos, stirrup pants, and Elvis hair. "I kept thinking 'he's never going to marry me!' And he didn't!!!", wearing your science medal to church, Cinderella and her Pumpkin Coach played by your paraplegic sister for Halloween, "sin juice," convincing your dying grandmother you're not a lesbian, the stories...oh the stories. I don't remember the last time I laughed that hard.

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8:08 a.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Arlington, MA

Awake in my bed. Phone on the night stand starts to buzz. Sleepily reach over to check the number. Don’t recognize it. Debate on whether to answer. What the hey…

Me: Hello?
Deep Male Voice: Mary Webster.
Me: Yes?
DMV: Happy Birthday.
Me: Thank you!
[10 seconds of silence.]
Um, who is this please?
DMV: This is Spencer N. [a guy in my ward I hardly know, but think the world of.]
Me: BWAHAHHAHAHAHA! Spencer! What’s up, man? [sits up in bed.]
DMV: I think you should know. You’re going to be inundated with calls today.
Me: Oh, I am?
DMV: Yes. Just thought you should know. Have a happy birthday.
Me: It already is! Thanks, Spencer!

So apparently, my dear gal Peg sent something out to the entire world telling them to call, text, or email me on my birthday. It was ridiculous and wonderful how much my phone went off on Friday.

10:30 a.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Lexington, MA

80 Minute Hot Rock Massage.

Here’s me pre massage:

Here’s me post:

12:15 p.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Interstate 95 somewhere between Lexington and Brookline, MA

Read 7 texts and listened to 3 voice mails. I lost track by late afternoon. Called Peg. Headed to Atrium Mall for a little retail celebrating.

1:00 p.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Atrium Mall, Brookline, MA

Found nothing I was crazy about, but did stop in to get my face dolled up at the MAC store. I wear so little makeup, when she was finished I barely recognized myself. I looked like a clown hooker. The sales women looked at me like I was the Electric Light Parade: "You are goooorrrgeeeeous! Oh my gosh, you look ammaaaaaaaazziiiiiing! Oh, woooow! Wooooow!" Sorry ladies, I'm just getting the lip gloss.

3:00 p.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Arlington, MA

Came home with a chili cheeseburger and fries from Krazy Kary’s. Watched one episode of Flip That House. Went to TJ MAXX and found my birthday dress for $30. None of this Anthropologie stuff for me. Oh, and got adorable shoes to go with for $20. It’s a birthday bargain! At TJ MAXX!

3:30 – 6:00 p.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Arlington, Somerville, Cambridge, MA

Phone conversations. Lots and lots of phone conversations.

7:15 p.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Arlington, MA

Doorbell rings. My date is here. Going out to dinner at a surprise location. Still got my clown face on, and I’m wearing my skinny jeans.

We drive to Frank’s Steak House. My baby took me out for a steak dinner. I mean, am I lucky, or am I lucky?

Here we are at Frank’s.

My date had flowers and a beautiful card delivered to the table by the Maitre’D.

Yes, I cried. You know what? I’m old. Old people cry. It happens. What?

Here’s my steak.

Um. Here was my steak.

Here’s where they came out with the birthday cake.

Do you see how easy it is to make me happy? Chocolate, people. That's really it.

A chocolate mousse torte, actually.

Um….there are no words. It would cheapen it.

9:45 p.m. Friday, July 27, 2007
Davis Square, MA
We saw this.


12:15 a.m., Saturday, July 28, 2007
Davis Square MA
Then we saw this.

We laughed and cried and laughed and cried again! Awwwww....

3:00 a.m., Saturday, July 28, 2007

Fell into bed after 45 minutes in the bathroom with the eye makeup remover and a sander.

I also had a birthday dinner on Sunday evening! Photos and post coming up soon.

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1. Cat Power
2. Bacon – it’s just a powerful taste
3. My roommates – how did I ever score such gals?
4. The wicked good night’s sleep I had last night
5. Buying songs because the boss left early today
6. Photographs – seriously, where would you do w/o them?
7. Sweet, adorable voice messages from Mom
8. Rockin’ out to Davey Jones in my driveway
9. Road trips with Funyuns – I like to breathe on innocent passengers
10. Electric Light Orchestra – what up, Mooney.
11. Blonde highlights
12. Crying just enough so the tears well up but don’t fall
13. Having no time because it’s filled with crazy summer plans
14. My sweet Jennie Sue

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I don't usually advertise this, but I am a total girl. I know, pick up your lower jaw. No, what I mean is I love the girly. I'm a little embarrassed by how much. So this post is a confession, complete with evidentiary photos. I'll start with what I did last Sunday afternoon.

Peggy and I went over and had a princess party with our bishop's kids and his wife. Such a blast. We've done these before. We have a light luncheon, served by Sir Bob (aka Jackson, older brother) followed by dancing with wild abandon, not caring who we flash with our princess underwear.



Then, we move to the downstairs to watch Cinderella III and make bejeweled tiaras with elmer's glue and foam.
You guys have to see Cinderella III. I'll let you borrow my copy. It's intense. We eat ice cream sandwiches and sing the Cinderella song following the movie.

Then of course, there's the pedicures. It's pedicure season. So we girls head to Belmont Center and have a total girly day.


We hit TCBY, where Mary mows a turtle sundae with extra bananas in three minutes. Clearly from this photo, it wasn't enough.

I'm a girl. That's right. You wanna go?! Roll up, I will take you. And if you mess up my pedi, you are toast.

Finally, you guys MUST click this link. It's a standup routine about going to the nail salon, and it is DEAD ON.

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Oh, how I love Fridays before a long weekend, when both my bosses are gone, and I have time to create a doll online thanks to my friend, Leeny, that looks like the girl I could be if I had lots of money and an obscene fixation with my appearance. Which I don't. No really. Only a cyber obscene fixation. Promise.

Happy Friday, everyone.

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