A few weeks back (ok actually months) we went dress shopping for Jew's dress and OMFG it is GORG! She tried on a ton of different varieties and we finally settled on one sexy ass dress (not one that I'd wear in a Catholic Church of course but very much a dress that Jew would wear and then proceed to dance her face off wearing all night long.
Which means ahhhh the bridesmaid dress fitting is in like 3 weeks! I have to lose like 100lbs before the wedding. Obvs over Christmas during a Law and Order marathon I got totally brainwashed by the new Weight Watchers system. It was like Jennifer Hudson was hypnotising me with her hips... so I'm 2.5 weeks in a down 6lbs.. at this rate I'll be slamming just in time for Jews wedding. PS: No one told me I've gained 20lbs since I broke my foot. Ugh.
Anyways that is the quick and dirty on what is going on in our lives... more to come. Maybe.
About We
- Irish and Jew
- Astoria, NY, United States
- These are the stories of two former roommates who love to laugh their effin hearts out. Originally from (NORTH!) Jersey we have pride in all things Garden State. One of us is always stereotypically hungover (it's the one of us who hasn't had a bat mitzvah). And one of us is always shoving lox and shmear in her face on Sunday mornings (it's the one of us who isn't a whisky swilling mick). Facts: Jew resides in Brooklyn Irish in Astoria, we love boys and beer and have been known to be classy on occasion...until boys and/or beer get involved. We're happy to have a place to share our thoughts and ridiculous tales of living in nyc and being fabulous broads with hearts made of jagerbombs. Hope you enjoy :)
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Oh! Thank heavens you're all right. I was afraid you'd abandoned me here with all the random anonymous posters...lol.
I'm sure you'll both look fabulous on the big day. Rock it ladies!
So happy you updated! I check this blog every day hoping for a new post, keep it up (please!)
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