new centerpiece

When the BF came home the other day, I saw him put something on the table in the kitchen. From my view from the living room, it looked like a statue of sorts sitting on the kitchen table.

BF: "Honnnneeeeeyyyyy! Check this out."
Me: "Check what out?" as I get up from my ridiculously comfortable couch
BF: "Look at what my team won for coming in last place in the golf outing."
Me: Still looking at it.
BF: "Where should we put it and what bottle of wine should put it in it?"

I don't know, where should we put this readers?

family ties

Family weddings are always an interesting time. Every family is crazy and if you disagree, then you must be the crazy one. After all these years, I fully embrace my family and extended group of family friends. They are who they are, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

This past Saturday, we gathered together to celebrate my cousin's wedding and it was the first family wedding on my mom's side. So, it was a big deal. I was asked to read and apparently I was huffing into the microphone and sounded like a phone sex operator. If it's any consolation, before I got up to read I was having a coughing attack and was considering telling the alter boy to go get me a glass of water, but I didn't, and ended up sounding like a man in front of a few hundred strangers. Only me.

the couple during the ceremony

with the bf

a little game called tie limbo my brother likes to play at weddings, only this time it didn't work out so well

My camera failed to catch other moments like the best man speech, when my cousin announced that his brother owned a stuff animal named "papa bunny," where, at that point, I thought the groom would jump over the table to grab the mic away from him. I also missed my brother trying to sway not one but three different girls and in the end he went home alone, sleeping in my hotel room because his roommate locked him out of their room. And, finally, I have to give a shout-out to Keith, a faithful reader, who said he likes my posts. And, even has his favorites. So, Keith here's to Bryan, him beating out my brother and to hill billies. After all, we are from Lorain County, right?

sweet lady gaga

If you follow me on Twitter or ever read a single post, you know I love the artist known as Lady Gaga. So I don't bore you with my review of the concert (because you know I give it an A+++++), here is our night in pictures and a video.

With Christina, nine months pregnant and in a maternitard

With Gaga's number one fan (he had a picture with her from two years ago on his phone) and my concert BFF

 Start of the show

Boys, boys, boys

In a live dress, or at least it moved while singing

Put your paws up - Bad Romance Finale

For those of you who didn't attend, here is a taste of the concert where I picked my most favorite performances with the exception of Teeth. Somehow I stopped filming during Teeth and it was awesome - she rocked and sang her ass off.

Lady Gaga in Cleveland from Allison Peltz on Vimeo.

don't call my name....

In honor of tomorrow's Lady Gaga concert, here's another :16 seconds of my glorious sounding voice singing my own rendition of Alejandro.

Note to self: Add a lock on bathroom door and don't tell the BF the password to my iPhone.


P.S. I'll be there in my hairbow and all!

a bride kind of weekend....

I was an exceptional friend this weekend. A kick butt friend, if you will.

On Friday, I jetted over to Put-in-Bay to celebrate Gretchen's bachelorette party with a group of great girls.

the house of fun


the group trying to pull off the college shotgun


me with the bride #1, Gretchen


We started off the night at the bonfire and then we decided to go downtown to finish off the night. For those of you who have never been to Put-in-Bay as an adult, it's quite the entertaining island. Someone referred to it as the midwest Vegas but others also call it white trash central. I'm not sure what it is, but the guys are straight up strange when they reach that island.

As I started a dance party to "Just Dance," a group of guys joined us on stage at the end of the song and I looked to the kid to my right and made the comment that he wasn't even 21.

He says, "Oh no, I'm 25."
Me: "Yea, right, you are only 20!"
Young boy: "No, here's my license."
Me: "OK, let me see it."
Young idiot boy: "Ok, if I prove my age, can I have a kiss?"

Cue laughter from four girls and a story I've shared with several people.

The next day, we hung out at the pool until I had to come back to Cleveland, take a power nap and be downtown Cleveland for other bachelorette party.

Wowza.

As I got to bride #2's house, the festivities were in full swing and I barely made it to catch the party bus.

The bride with our great party planner


a night downtown cleveland isn't complete without a picture with Ice T and Coco's rear


a group shot (well, part of the group)


Luckily, our fist pumping action to "Call on Me" wasn't caught on film or the random, sporadic dancing (seriously, I can't dance) or the chowdown in Panini's at the end of the night.

Let's hope this weekend is a bit more tame with a family wedding on Saturday.

whirlwind week

I'm here, I swear. With a short work week and a busy weekend, I've been neglecting this little old blog.

Because you know, Allison has to do what's best for Allison. (Just following in LeBron's lame footsteps of talking about myself in 3rd person.)

Barf.

Anyway, I'll be driving all over Northeast Ohio this weekend for two back-to-back bachelorette parties for my very good friends- Gretchen and Erin.

I met Gretchen in 8th grade and Erin my sophomore year of college.

See Gretchen to the left with our friend Steph. We will be heading to Put-In-Bay to celebrate her and all her crazy antics.


While I missed Erin's Cancun trip last month, the rest of us will make our way downtown tomorrow in honor of the wannabe pink princess.


Unlike last weekend, I'll be snapping plenty of pictures and shutting my Twitter self down at about 11 p.m. Because really, nothing good can be tweeted after 11 p.m. right? Especially when cocktails are involved.

pajamas are the lastest rage

First, there were skinny jeans, which I was against at first and now own several pairs.

Then, jeggings, which my friends at B. Lux try to convince me to buy.

Now, pajama jeans.

Apparently I've been living under a rock because I've never heard of pajama jeans.



What's next? Pajamas onesie? Pajama winter coats?

Guess I know what I'm getting all my friends for Christmas.