Life as a musical

Dear Whoever Wrote the Musical Scene in 500 Days of Summer,

This is what I'm talking about! When I say I wish my life was a musical, this is how it would be. This scene was amazing, and there should be more of this in real life. Perfect song to go with it.

You're making my dreams come true,

Dancing in the streets

Here's the scene if you haven't seen it.

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/07/16/movies/20090716-500days-feature.html

eww...aah

Dear trips to and from the office today,

Both of you were eye opening educational experiences. On the train this morning I saw a woman pick her nose and then wipe/fling a huge booger into her bag. This made me think, eww, that is a lot of boogers in your purse (yes I could see more than one). Note to self: don't pick your nose and collect boogs on personal property. It's gross.

On the walk from the cab to my apartment, I saw a woman in a business suit toke a one-hitter. This made me think, ahh, you look instantly relaxed and kind of super-stoned. Note to self here: smoking pot in public places makes life more bearable.

Never do one, always do the other,

A commuter considering a change

(another note to readers - I do not really think drugs will make my life better - no need to worry about an intervention at this point)

There were nights when the wind was so cold...

Dear Traffic,

Of course you are gridlocked at 1am on a Monday night on my way home. Why wouldn't you be? Nothing can keep me from my bed, so stop trying.

On another note, the Jamaican-looking man in the Galant next to me is blasting some Celine, which makes me happy. This music then morphs into a reggae man commentary I can't understand, as if there is a mixed up radio signal, every 20 seconds. It's soothing and extremely jarring all at once.

Can you keep a secret?,

Celine lovers stuck in traffic

Girl-Talk Girl-Talk Girl-Talk Girl-Talk

Dear Girltalk,

It's not often that I write a letter to a subject which matches the title of my posts, but I mean who else do I write to?

You are mind-blowingly amazing. You have the greatest energy, and just want people to DANCE and GET DOWN! I was not disappointed by your show at all. I wish I could see you every day - to have the most ultimate dance party everyday would be amazing.

Possibly the best live show ever?

You're so much better than the childhood game with the same name,
flying beachballs

And thanks to Alissa for the VIP hook-up so we didn't have to wait in the insane line.

Ruby Rivers

Dear Crystal,

Bravo! So glad I finally made it to a full show. I wish I had musical talent and the balls to get on stage and play great music and be funny, all while making it look so easy.

Great show lady,

I love lines!

Check her out at rubyriversmusic.com

Queen of the Night?

Dear Whitney,

Welcome back to the world. You look great (super-retouched, but great). Try to stay away from the coke this time. And maybe keep away from Bobby, too.

Rooting for you,

An old fan

Fashion can be ridiculous

Dear Multi-Colored Nails,

You look dumb - like someone got really confused at the nail salon. But - the bet is that I start seeing mad peeps rocking this "style" before you can say "Bob's your uncle".

Too trendy for me,

Single colored manicure

Beginning of the end of the rope

Dear Oven,

If you were here I would stick my head in you.

Weekend Warrior,
Ibby

(note to readers: this is sarcasm...I am not going to hurt myself.)

We are the champions...

Dear 100 miles of running,

We finished you...on time, in extreme heat and exhaustion, and with copious amounts of fun. We kicked ass and took names. We climbed insane hills, and confused cows with horses. We lost our minds, and found motivation. We accomplished great feats, and couldn't be more proud of ourselves. Now the bodies begin to shut down.

Oh what a feeling,

City Slickers Across the 100-mile Finish Line

Boo-Yah!

Are you hot or are you married?

Dear Guy With the Wedding Ring,

We know, you're married. We still want to cheer you on. Is that such a crime? But...Do you have any good-looking single teammates? One of us might be interested if you do.

Running men can be hot,

Some hot running single ladies

Maturity and the Beast

Dear Flatulence and #2,

Why are jokes about you so damn funny even when you're in your 20s and 30s? It never gets old.

Runner 6 - I wanna pee in those cornfields...is that weird?

Runner 1 - Naw...I'm about to go fertilize some shit for real

Glad no one pooped their pants running,

Immodium and Porta Pottys and lots of processed food
(and no, the quotes above have nothing to do with the photo)

Team Spirit

Dear Middle Fingers and Anti-Social Vans,

You're unnecessary. I know you hoped to win the race, but how about having a little fun. Maybe being a little nice. We are cheering for everyone. Hell, we even played some RuPaul for some peeps. And water, we share it with everyone.

Maybe put your flick off fingers down, and trade them in for spirit fingers.

And the relay spirit award goes to....

Voted in by at least one other team,

New York City?!

Quaint Towns, Sweeping Scenery, and Amazing Signage

Dear Vermont Road Signs,

I love you. No big deal that in one road trip, these three signs appear...

Bear Crossing

Moose Crossing

Dip

And the greatest road-side sign I've ever seen....

P.Y.O.B. - which of course stands for Pick Your Own Berries.

Laughing all the way,

The Sheriff

Training Wheels...Or Lack There Of

Dear Elevation,

They don't make mountains like this in Manhattan. The Central Park hill ain't got nothin' on these Vermont hills.

Yours with mad shin splints,

12 soon to be broken legs

It's getting hot in here

Dear Vermont Sun and 90% Humidity,

You are totally taking it out of us. Please have mercy on our souls.

Sweet tan lines, chugging water, and loss of salt,

Just the 6 of us

Where's Waldo

Dear 6th (wo)man,

It's sad to realize that throughout the day we'll always only be 5 people except for the moments at transition stations and of course minus the part when we meet you every 2 miles on the road to douse you with cold water, cheer you on, and blast Jock Jams. We shall miss you while you're running. And of course, throughout the day Jess will undoubtedly continue to ask "Where is (insert name of runner here)?" only to realize that person is the one running. God love her.

You go girl,

Your teammates

Good Morning, Good Morning To You

Dear 4am,

You came really early. We were a little cranky, but it's time to make it happen (as Mariah would say). The sunrise was totally worth the early rise. The starting line is waiting - and 16 hours down Route 100, so is the finish line.

Wish us luck,

fresh legs in the morning