multi-tasking

lately, i've had my fingers in many pies.

i'm trying to produce a documentary (details later, once we find enough backing. our leads are great and meetings all coming up in the next few weeks). i'm trying to sell warhols (anybody want one? prices for prints start at 35K and canvases at 100K -- total bargains). i, obv, have my regular boring job. and now? now emily thinks i'm her pro bono wedding planner.

the wedding was going to be here. then they wanted it in finland. now it's cabo, supposedly. and this morning i get spreadsheets with pricing for bands/djs/etc, cakes, rehearsal dinners. and she tells me to go to work. "i trust your opinion, you're practical, just pick things" she says.

um...no. "woman! i don't even want to have to plan my own wedding! if i ever get married it'll be at city hall and there will be one big ass dinner party. no dancing. no live music. no expensive dresses. i want no shower, no bachelorette. so common sense would say that if i absolutely wasn't into weddings enough to plan my own, that i wouldn't particularly want to plan someone else's." our conversation is as follows:

"okay, fine. i'll choose my own things mommy."
"so look online, find recommended cabo hotels and start e-mailing them so they can start giving you quotes"
"k, mommy"
"they'll all have their own event planners to help you."
"k, mommy"
"so stop emailing with these baja party people because a lot of hotels won't let you bring in your own planner"
"k, mommy"
"and anyway, you'd be paying a middle man you don't need."
"yea mutsi! mutsi is mommy in finnish. that's what i'm going to call you from now on"
"great." "i am totally laughing so hard right now i can't breathe"
"listen, i'm just not going to do this whole thing for you. i'll help you when you need it but get some direction."
"okay mutsi, tough love it will be."
"will you stop it with the mutsi!"
"now i am crying. you so funny"
"you're crazy."
"okay mutsi! god brian williams is hot, i would hit that"

basically, i'm trying to give her direction without letting her force me into picking everything. her fiance does, however, want to get a private jet to take as many people as possible there from nyc. that i can live with, i think.