Can You Even Say "Hot Tranny Mess" on Lifetime?

So Stacy has informed me that when I blogged about Anna’s bachelorette party weekend, I neglected to mention the Rockingbirds. For those of you who do not know who the Rockingbirds are, I am about to rock your world (pun intended).

The Rockingbirds is a fabulous acapella group comprised of Julie, Stacy, and me. Our group was formed sophomore year when, while laying on Stacy’s bed in AEPHI Room 5, we spontaneously started singing “Rockin’ Robin”, complete with “tweet! tweet!” sound effects. Lo and behold, to our surprise, we actually sounded good! (Please note: I maintain this is the first and last time we sounded good.) Stacy was delighted and insisted we form a group immediately. The other songs in our repertoire include ABBA’S “Dancing Queen” and “Goin’ to the Chapel”, which we learned exclusively to sing to Anna :).

Anyways, over the bachelorette party weekend we reunited the group and spent countless hours singing at the top of our lungs, thoroughly annoying Greene and delighting ourselves. We are considering making a special appearance at the wedding to perform exclusively for Anna and Erez… HA! Anna would kill us. Literally kill us.



(By the way, Stacy, telling me to include this would have been way more effective two weeks ago, when I actually posted the blog about Anna’s bachelorette party. Way to keep up on your reading.)

In other news, the Great Couch Debacle of 2008 has been resolved. Bright and early on Saturday morning my father showed up, Starbucks cup in hand, with our handyman, and the two of them proceeded to remove my window and maneuver my beast of a couch into my room. Surprisingly, Daddy was very helpful once he put the Starbucks cup down, and I was very impressed by his ability to lift the enormo couch without even getting his sparkly white sweatshirt dirty. Anyways, I was mildly injured when said couch landed on my little hand, but I recovered quickly by lying on the couch and doing nothing for several hours. For the record, it is insanely comfortable and well worth the effort it took to actually get the thing through the window. The only problem is I don’t think I can ever move out of my apartment!

Breaking news: I just read that BravoTV has lost the rights to Project Runway, and the show will now be seen on… LIFETIME? Uh, I don’t know about all of you, but when I think Lifetime, I think of cinematic brilliance like “15 and Pregnant: The Baby She Never Wanted” or “Coed Callgirl: Her Secret Life.” I do NOT think of Heidi Klum and her ragtag crew of the overly orange Michael Kors, the insanely bitchy Nina Garcia, and of course, everyone’s favorite, Tim Gunn. I don’t know what Bravo was thinking letting PR go – it’s their baby! – but I have a feeling the show might be less than fierce on a different network. For me, half the fun of PR is the fact that it’s on Bravo – they have the uncanny ability to consistently cast the most fabulous gays!

Continuing the countdown, I leave for March of the Living three weeks from today. Yesterday we had our final meeting (this time with the kids’ parents) and we went over all the rules, got an official send off from a member of the Polish consul, got blessed, and saw the movie “Swimming in Auschwitz”, which tells the story of Erica Jacoby, who is one of the survivors accompanying us on the March. Basically I totally lost my shit like four times yesterday, so I have a feeling I am going to be extremely emotional while we’re in Poland. I really can’t wait.

If you are interested in reading what I’ll be writing for the Federation while I’m there, please send me an email or just comment on this blog with your email address, and I’ll make sure to send you the link to the journal so you can see what I’m doing/experiencing/seeing/up to over there!