It's snowing right now and I'm so irrationally angry about it that I can barely see straight. Snowing!!! I'm so sick and tired of snow. Hateful, hateful stuff. Where the fuck is Spring?!?!?!?!?!?!?
See, I'm too upset to write more. Or busy. Or losing my mind. Or whatever. The snow is killing me.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Daddy, don't read this entry.
My body hurts more now after taking a day off from class than it did yesterday. Hmph! Maybe going tonight will help. Or maybe Tylenol Back & Body will help. The things I do to become a better ass kicker.
Bon Jovi is currently edging out Aerosmith on my iPod. I keep feeling an overwhelming need to make my hair big and my lashes thick and crusty and my lids blue each morning. Ah, the good ole days. That will never happen though as it takes an hour and a can of Aqua Net to get my hair big in the mornings and I just cannot be bothered to do that these days. I get ready in about 15 minutes in the morning now and I like it. Though with the email and the TiVo it actually takes about 45 minutes to get me out of my apartment. It's the showering at night that helps with the speedy prep time. And speaking of my showering habits...
I was out with Muffy & Steph the other day and some reference to me showering at night came up. Steph is all, "I know your showering habits." And then some reference is made shortly after about my freakish need for my bra and undies to match each other as well as to match my outfit. And then he asks me if I like olives. And that just sorta cracked me up. That he knows about my shower habits & my underwear but not if I'm an olive person or not. Just makes me think about what people share about themselves and what sticks in people's minds. Obviously underwear is more exciting than olives (in most cases) and the matching thing is a quirk of mine that I'm not shy about. But it amuses me.
It also makes me think of how often people claim (not actually to my face in most cases) that I talk about sex all the time. It used to bother me and make me think I'm a bit of a skank or something, but now I figure it's more their issue than mine. Sex is awesome and I'm a big fan, but I actually have other interests. I know I've bored people silly with chat about Aerosmith and Taekwon Do. I dig Duran Duran and truly believe Walt Disney World is the happiest place on earth and love the movie Bring it On and can lecture on it's status as the greatest movie of 2000 for hours and hours. I dig my little Beyonce and her mad math skills. I love TiVo beyond reason and don't even get me started on television shows I adore like Silk Stalkings and Charlie's Angels and Gilmore Girls and such. I read all kinds of things that I love talking about or forcing upon others. Bitching about work could be neverending with me if I was allowed. But none of that is all that exciting. Sex is. And I'm not really cowed by the topic. It doesn't make me giggle and hide my face (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I'm happy to be frank and honest about it (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me) and very few things shock me about the topic at this point (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I dig porn and I'm bi and I know my way around a toy store and so on. Which is apparently 'spicy'. So that seems to be what people remember about conversations with me. I think some friends of a friend used to call me porn girl and only want to talk about that on the few occasions when we'd meet. Because sex is a topic that people like to dish on. 'Cause if you aren't getting it right that second you might as well talk about it.
So, I think folks just remember that they had this conversation with me that wasn't typical. Or that we talked about a fun aspect of sex at a party. Or played some horrible drinking game where it came up a lot. And it was way more interesting than the previous hour long coversation on the various good and bad hairstyles of the seven seasons of Buffy, so that's what they remember. Or maybe they're just so uptight about the topic that all they can remember is that I wasn't uptight so I must be a ho. Or maybe they think I'm awesome and just want to sleep with me and think it's cool that they got to talk about being nekkid with me. I don't know. But I now figure it's most likely one of those things or something like it and not actually that I talk about sex nonstop.
And if y'all start leaving little comments saying otherwise, we're going to rumble.
Jon Bon Jovi would now like to tell me how he'd die for me so I'll have to write more later. Sorry.
Bon Jovi is currently edging out Aerosmith on my iPod. I keep feeling an overwhelming need to make my hair big and my lashes thick and crusty and my lids blue each morning. Ah, the good ole days. That will never happen though as it takes an hour and a can of Aqua Net to get my hair big in the mornings and I just cannot be bothered to do that these days. I get ready in about 15 minutes in the morning now and I like it. Though with the email and the TiVo it actually takes about 45 minutes to get me out of my apartment. It's the showering at night that helps with the speedy prep time. And speaking of my showering habits...
I was out with Muffy & Steph the other day and some reference to me showering at night came up. Steph is all, "I know your showering habits." And then some reference is made shortly after about my freakish need for my bra and undies to match each other as well as to match my outfit. And then he asks me if I like olives. And that just sorta cracked me up. That he knows about my shower habits & my underwear but not if I'm an olive person or not. Just makes me think about what people share about themselves and what sticks in people's minds. Obviously underwear is more exciting than olives (in most cases) and the matching thing is a quirk of mine that I'm not shy about. But it amuses me.
It also makes me think of how often people claim (not actually to my face in most cases) that I talk about sex all the time. It used to bother me and make me think I'm a bit of a skank or something, but now I figure it's more their issue than mine. Sex is awesome and I'm a big fan, but I actually have other interests. I know I've bored people silly with chat about Aerosmith and Taekwon Do. I dig Duran Duran and truly believe Walt Disney World is the happiest place on earth and love the movie Bring it On and can lecture on it's status as the greatest movie of 2000 for hours and hours. I dig my little Beyonce and her mad math skills. I love TiVo beyond reason and don't even get me started on television shows I adore like Silk Stalkings and Charlie's Angels and Gilmore Girls and such. I read all kinds of things that I love talking about or forcing upon others. Bitching about work could be neverending with me if I was allowed. But none of that is all that exciting. Sex is. And I'm not really cowed by the topic. It doesn't make me giggle and hide my face (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I'm happy to be frank and honest about it (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me) and very few things shock me about the topic at this point (unless you're trying to pry specific personal details outta me). I dig porn and I'm bi and I know my way around a toy store and so on. Which is apparently 'spicy'. So that seems to be what people remember about conversations with me. I think some friends of a friend used to call me porn girl and only want to talk about that on the few occasions when we'd meet. Because sex is a topic that people like to dish on. 'Cause if you aren't getting it right that second you might as well talk about it.
So, I think folks just remember that they had this conversation with me that wasn't typical. Or that we talked about a fun aspect of sex at a party. Or played some horrible drinking game where it came up a lot. And it was way more interesting than the previous hour long coversation on the various good and bad hairstyles of the seven seasons of Buffy, so that's what they remember. Or maybe they're just so uptight about the topic that all they can remember is that I wasn't uptight so I must be a ho. Or maybe they think I'm awesome and just want to sleep with me and think it's cool that they got to talk about being nekkid with me. I don't know. But I now figure it's most likely one of those things or something like it and not actually that I talk about sex nonstop.
And if y'all start leaving little comments saying otherwise, we're going to rumble.
Jon Bon Jovi would now like to tell me how he'd die for me so I'll have to write more later. Sorry.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Wet Angry Beet
Class kicked my ASS last night. Gah! I almost cried. It was a small class so more time at the bag and all, more room for more kicks. And then lots of hard drills and kicks and all. But I did make it through all of class. And looked like a wet angry beet as always. I will never be picked up in a gym setting. When I workout my little round face turns bright red, I sweat and sometimes cry and am very soggy and usually do NOT look happy. It's so sad. I wish I could be one of those people who sweats and exerts all pretty like. Whatever. We all have our crosses to bear. One of mine is my tendency toward the wet angry beet. I'll soldier on. Somehow. It would help if my body didn't hurt so much. I cannot believe I'm going back for more abuse tonight.
Aerosmith is still going strong. Just so y'all know. But I'm loving the Bon Jovi right now. Because I know you need to know what's happening in my iPod at all times.
Beyonce was adorable today. She had a shirt on announcing that she was Momma's girl and spoiled and perfect and a little princess (and yes, it was a pink shirt - she is my hero). So we discussed how she is a spoiled princess. And we read part of yet another Olsen Twin Mystery. And then more math. We even rocked a division problem. Yeah, baby. And then I got to read an essay she'd written that was posted in the hall. It was the sweetest thing about how her brother is her bridge and how he's taught her to be strong and to ignore people who are mean to her and things like that. It was awesome. I can't wait to hear how he likes it once she takes it down and gives it to him. She's too cool. I want to adopt her. I don't think her folks would be too keen on that though. Alas. Although she also demonstrated how she can cry on cue. I told her to use her powers for good and not evil. We'll see...
My whole body aches! When did I become 80?!?!?!
Aerosmith is still going strong. Just so y'all know. But I'm loving the Bon Jovi right now. Because I know you need to know what's happening in my iPod at all times.
Beyonce was adorable today. She had a shirt on announcing that she was Momma's girl and spoiled and perfect and a little princess (and yes, it was a pink shirt - she is my hero). So we discussed how she is a spoiled princess. And we read part of yet another Olsen Twin Mystery. And then more math. We even rocked a division problem. Yeah, baby. And then I got to read an essay she'd written that was posted in the hall. It was the sweetest thing about how her brother is her bridge and how he's taught her to be strong and to ignore people who are mean to her and things like that. It was awesome. I can't wait to hear how he likes it once she takes it down and gives it to him. She's too cool. I want to adopt her. I don't think her folks would be too keen on that though. Alas. Although she also demonstrated how she can cry on cue. I told her to use her powers for good and not evil. We'll see...
My whole body aches! When did I become 80?!?!?!
Monday, March 08, 2004
Aerosmith Still Holding Strong
So, Saturday Pimp Daddy came to Brooklyn (because he's that cool) and we joined up with Muffy & Steph to do the brunch thing. Because that's just what you do to be social on a weekend before 4PM. I don't know why, but it just is. So we did the brunch thing and then we worked on filling in some holes in Muffy's childhood. The woman has never seen Caddyshack. We watched the Oscar's last weekend and loved the Tiger Woods ad so much and she was just all, 'huh? That was kinda funny.' Steph and I were appalled. So, Saturday afternoon was all about the Caddyshack and the Animal House (which she had at least seen part of at some point in time). We all need to email her parents for allowing her to reach junior high graduation without these films. So get on that. She also was denied the Dukes of Hazzard, y'all. She never got to dream of dressing like Daisy while making out with Bo. I just, I can't even imagine a life like that.
Anyway, now that the darling Muffy hates me... back to the Aerosmith point. So midway through the day's activities I realized that I had not listened to Aerosmith that day. And that it could well be the first day since Vegas 2004 that I did not hear my lovely "Love in an Elevator" or "Ragdoll" or anything like it. And it made me sad. But I didn't think the trio was going to let me run home and get a quick fix. And the iPod was at home as well. It was a sad, sad moment. But then there was red wine and Caddyshack and I tried to overcome my sorrow. Oooh, and Root Beer Float Mike & Ikes.
After the movies and dinner and some rearranging of original plans (got canceled on by two different chicas this weekend and I'm starting to wonder if I smell or something), Muffy, Steph and I went to see Starsky & Hutch (Owen Wilson is also now on my ever growing list of boyfriends/girlfriends) and it was fun. And then the credits started and after about two notes I realized I was getting my Aerosmith for the day. Yeah, baby. It's a sign from god. That Matthew and I are to be together 4-eveh! And I must listen to Aerosmith every single day.
It really is. Honest. You just have to believe!
Today has been a crummy Monday. Late to work, cold, wet, snowy weather. And I saw the friend's Psycho EX AGAIN on my way to work. I gotta come to work earlier. Luckily we both head earphones on and it was raining so she didn't stop me. But she did wave and smile. She HATES me and she waved and smiled. Ugh. Of course my first reaction was to smile back. Then I remembered things she's said about me and scowled. But she was long gone by then. Dammit.
Anyway, now that the darling Muffy hates me... back to the Aerosmith point. So midway through the day's activities I realized that I had not listened to Aerosmith that day. And that it could well be the first day since Vegas 2004 that I did not hear my lovely "Love in an Elevator" or "Ragdoll" or anything like it. And it made me sad. But I didn't think the trio was going to let me run home and get a quick fix. And the iPod was at home as well. It was a sad, sad moment. But then there was red wine and Caddyshack and I tried to overcome my sorrow. Oooh, and Root Beer Float Mike & Ikes.
After the movies and dinner and some rearranging of original plans (got canceled on by two different chicas this weekend and I'm starting to wonder if I smell or something), Muffy, Steph and I went to see Starsky & Hutch (Owen Wilson is also now on my ever growing list of boyfriends/girlfriends) and it was fun. And then the credits started and after about two notes I realized I was getting my Aerosmith for the day. Yeah, baby. It's a sign from god. That Matthew and I are to be together 4-eveh! And I must listen to Aerosmith every single day.
It really is. Honest. You just have to believe!
Today has been a crummy Monday. Late to work, cold, wet, snowy weather. And I saw the friend's Psycho EX AGAIN on my way to work. I gotta come to work earlier. Luckily we both head earphones on and it was raining so she didn't stop me. But she did wave and smile. She HATES me and she waved and smiled. Ugh. Of course my first reaction was to smile back. Then I remembered things she's said about me and scowled. But she was long gone by then. Dammit.
Friday, March 05, 2004
A friend of mine just called to tell me his grandmother died. And I just feel so bad for him. It brings back all the memories of when my grandfather died last Spring. And it makes me want to cry. Thinking about my Mom losing her final parent. Thinking about how my Dad already had. Being glad that Grandpa John was out of pain and wasn't suffering but more just wishing he was healthy and alive and with me.
I hope he's okay. I wish there was something I could do. But there wasn't really anything anyone could do for me whenever I lost someone. Though I guess the little things help. When my first grandparent died some of my friends got together and made a donation in her name to the American Cancer Society. And it really touched me. That while I was down in Alabama with my family they would get together and do this for me and for her. I don't hold a high opinion of people in general most of the time, but that really was pretty awesome. I just wish I could think of what to do for my friends in times like these. Mostly I feel helpless.
I hope he's okay. I wish there was something I could do. But there wasn't really anything anyone could do for me whenever I lost someone. Though I guess the little things help. When my first grandparent died some of my friends got together and made a donation in her name to the American Cancer Society. And it really touched me. That while I was down in Alabama with my family they would get together and do this for me and for her. I don't hold a high opinion of people in general most of the time, but that really was pretty awesome. I just wish I could think of what to do for my friends in times like these. Mostly I feel helpless.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Bon Jovi is mixing it up with Aerosmith
So, last night I was going to clean the apartment, pop some more songs on the iPod and futz with my scanner software. But no, Muffy had to come and get her coat and then we absolutely had to watch Top Gun. See, I try to be good and right and productive and that Muffy and Steph always come along and mess me up with the drinking and the sinning and the movie watching. Bad, bad Muffy & Steph.
Anyway, Muffy hadn't seen Top Gun in years and figured it was time. Hmph! She kept complaining about too much testosterone and how they were ALWAYS sweating in every scene. She even said that the macho stuff was distracting from the hotness of the boys. At one point when they're flying the planes and being all sexy with controling the big, fast, powerful machines she turned to me to clarify the point of this extended scene. Oh Muffy...
But she is considerably better than my Mom. Yesterday Mom was saying she'd seen the movie again recently and really didn't think it was worth much of a second viewing. I was all, 'but the volleyball scene was worth it, yeah?' Mom's response? "What volleyball scene? I don't remember a volleyball scene?" Yes, I have disowned her. How can we be related? It's so hot with the buff and the topless and the sweaty and the flexing and the jumping and the sand and oh my. At least Muffy had the good sense to watch it with me a couple of times. And made not a single complaint about sweat or testosterone. She just enjoyed the hotness. And then we continued our discussion of just what happened to Tom Cruise. How did he go from Top Gun hot to... well... whatever he is now. We have some theories to explore.
Then we watched some of the Dirty Dancing extras like the Jennifer Grey screen test and the music videos. We watched the trailer, made some "I carried a watermelon" jokes and decided we had enough time to watch the whole dang thing. And so we did. And there was much loving of the Swayze body and mocking of the sister and the creepy boys and the bad dancing and loving of the good dancing and the Swayze bod and the good daddy moments and the Swayze bod and the Swayze dancing and the awesome seduction scene and there was lots of 'SQUEEEEE' going on. Ah, good times. Such a fabulous movie. Such a girl of my generation movie. Man, I remember when I wore shorts just like Baby's and whole outfits like that and the Keds without sox and listening to the soundtrack cassettes a million times and thinking that She's Like the Wind was an okay song (before realizing that she was like the wind through his TREE!?!?!?!?) and that horrible Dirty Dancing dance tour which I never saw but loved that it existed... Ah, Dirty Dancing.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner!
Anyway, Muffy hadn't seen Top Gun in years and figured it was time. Hmph! She kept complaining about too much testosterone and how they were ALWAYS sweating in every scene. She even said that the macho stuff was distracting from the hotness of the boys. At one point when they're flying the planes and being all sexy with controling the big, fast, powerful machines she turned to me to clarify the point of this extended scene. Oh Muffy...
But she is considerably better than my Mom. Yesterday Mom was saying she'd seen the movie again recently and really didn't think it was worth much of a second viewing. I was all, 'but the volleyball scene was worth it, yeah?' Mom's response? "What volleyball scene? I don't remember a volleyball scene?" Yes, I have disowned her. How can we be related? It's so hot with the buff and the topless and the sweaty and the flexing and the jumping and the sand and oh my. At least Muffy had the good sense to watch it with me a couple of times. And made not a single complaint about sweat or testosterone. She just enjoyed the hotness. And then we continued our discussion of just what happened to Tom Cruise. How did he go from Top Gun hot to... well... whatever he is now. We have some theories to explore.
Then we watched some of the Dirty Dancing extras like the Jennifer Grey screen test and the music videos. We watched the trailer, made some "I carried a watermelon" jokes and decided we had enough time to watch the whole dang thing. And so we did. And there was much loving of the Swayze body and mocking of the sister and the creepy boys and the bad dancing and loving of the good dancing and the Swayze bod and the good daddy moments and the Swayze bod and the Swayze dancing and the awesome seduction scene and there was lots of 'SQUEEEEE' going on. Ah, good times. Such a fabulous movie. Such a girl of my generation movie. Man, I remember when I wore shorts just like Baby's and whole outfits like that and the Keds without sox and listening to the soundtrack cassettes a million times and thinking that She's Like the Wind was an okay song (before realizing that she was like the wind through his TREE!?!?!?!?) and that horrible Dirty Dancing dance tour which I never saw but loved that it existed... Ah, Dirty Dancing.
Nobody puts Baby in a corner!
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Ex Attack
What is it about March 2nd? I keep bumping into other people's exes. If any of mine start crawling out of the woodwork I'll lose it. I always liked the way Miranda put it in an early episode of Sex and the City. Something about how odd it is when people are friends with their exes and how she feels, 'you and I didn't work out, you need to not exist now.' Anyway...
Yesterday I ran into a friend's recent ex. She hates me and generally tried to keep him from ever speaking to me. And yet, when she saw me on the street yesterday morning she actually flagged me down and chatted at me for 10 minutes. I couldn't even think to flee because I kept thinking, "YOU HATE ME?!?!?!?" But then I snapped to and said I had to get to work. Muffy and I are going to practice later so that if it happens again I'll be prepared and can say, "You hate me, why are we chatting?" and then walk away. Cranky as I am and as bad an attitude as I have, I spent too much of my childhood with an Air Force Wife or something because the fake nice thing just pops up 9 times out of 10. I wonder if she reads this. Hmmmmmm....
Anyway, then last night I got an email from a friend's fairly recent ex. He's a really sweet guy and all, but he's my friend's ex and we really can't be friends otherwise. So I have to figure a nice way to say that to him. Another friend's ex once long ago thought we could all stay friends. Strange. I hope he doesn't read this...
See, dating is just such a frustrating activity in so many ways. This is reason #742 why I do not do it. The Exes. Tomorrow, we'll discuss reason #275, the care and maintenance of boys.
*Still enjoying the Aerosmith too much but am taking a moment to enjoy the random song feature on the iPod. Loving that. Bon Jovi thinks my love is like a Bad Medicine. Awesome, yes? Love the iPod, pops. Woo.
Yesterday I ran into a friend's recent ex. She hates me and generally tried to keep him from ever speaking to me. And yet, when she saw me on the street yesterday morning she actually flagged me down and chatted at me for 10 minutes. I couldn't even think to flee because I kept thinking, "YOU HATE ME?!?!?!?" But then I snapped to and said I had to get to work. Muffy and I are going to practice later so that if it happens again I'll be prepared and can say, "You hate me, why are we chatting?" and then walk away. Cranky as I am and as bad an attitude as I have, I spent too much of my childhood with an Air Force Wife or something because the fake nice thing just pops up 9 times out of 10. I wonder if she reads this. Hmmmmmm....
Anyway, then last night I got an email from a friend's fairly recent ex. He's a really sweet guy and all, but he's my friend's ex and we really can't be friends otherwise. So I have to figure a nice way to say that to him. Another friend's ex once long ago thought we could all stay friends. Strange. I hope he doesn't read this...
See, dating is just such a frustrating activity in so many ways. This is reason #742 why I do not do it. The Exes. Tomorrow, we'll discuss reason #275, the care and maintenance of boys.
*Still enjoying the Aerosmith too much but am taking a moment to enjoy the random song feature on the iPod. Loving that. Bon Jovi thinks my love is like a Bad Medicine. Awesome, yes? Love the iPod, pops. Woo.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Five
I feel like a little pissy five year old right now. I HATE when I get like this, but I haven't found a good way to shake it yet, other than riding it out. I'm cranky at everyone. I'm bored and want something to do and yet I have a ton of work things I need to do as well as other stuff. Yet I don't feel like doing any of that so I think about how I'm bored and cranky. Because, really, that's the more productive choice.
And every little thing sets me off in a fussy little fit. In my mind. I generally try not to throw fussy little fits at work. I actually try not to throw them at all, but I'm only so strong. So right now I'm throwing a whole bunch of pissy little fits in my mind, mad at myself and some coworkers and crappy friends and just thinking how I need a nap. Because I'm five. And naps help the five year olds with their pissy fits.
God, I need to grow up. Off to be productive. And listen to Twisted Sister. 'Cause five year olds LOVE singing 'We're not gonna take it!'. We do. Honest!
And every little thing sets me off in a fussy little fit. In my mind. I generally try not to throw fussy little fits at work. I actually try not to throw them at all, but I'm only so strong. So right now I'm throwing a whole bunch of pissy little fits in my mind, mad at myself and some coworkers and crappy friends and just thinking how I need a nap. Because I'm five. And naps help the five year olds with their pissy fits.
God, I need to grow up. Off to be productive. And listen to Twisted Sister. 'Cause five year olds LOVE singing 'We're not gonna take it!'. We do. Honest!
Spring? Maybe?
So very tired. Muffy and Steph made me drink lots and lots of wine and some cognac last night and forced me to stay up late and watch the Oscars. Mean, mean people. I'm hoping to get to class tonight but it might kill me. Ugh. Bad, bad Muffy & Steph.
Actually the weekend was kinda nice. Friday was cold as always, but when I finally dressed myself and ran some errands Saturday afternoon it was GORGEOUS out. So I went out for a lovely long walk (with Aerosmith, yes) around the 'hood. Went to the promenade and it was lovely. Tons of folks out enjoying the warm weather and the view of Manhattan sparkling in the sun (I love the shiny shiny Chrysler Building, myself). It felt good to be outside again and enjoying it. Not just curled up in my coat pondering the possibility that I might never be warm again. I hate that pondering. Then the rest of the day was spent putzing with the iPod, watching the TiVo and napping. How cool of a day is that? So cool.
Yesterday Muff, Steph and I went to the MALL! They can call it the Time Warner Center or THE SHOPS at Columbus Circle all they want, but it's a freaking mall. Though I don't remember seeing a GAP... It was fun, but not the greatest mall. Not much in the way of cheesy stores (like Claire's Accessories, ba-bee) and not much in the way of shoe stores. Plus, aside from the William-Sonoma store a lot of the shops were kinda small. The Sephora didn't even have anything Muffy and I wanted. But we were able to get Oscar snacks and wine at Whole Foods and I finally got to experience this Jamba Juice that my LA folks babble on so much about. Not bad. Smoothies are good. Better with vodka, but you can't have everything. So, not sure yet how I feel about the new Mall at Columbus Circle. We'll have to do another visit after the CT Mall visit later this month.
I'm listening to my Big Hair Monster Metal CD right now. Loving it, but will have to switch back to Aerosmith soon. "Here I go Again"... Whitesnake - ahhh Tawny Kitaen. What a crush I had on her.
Actually the weekend was kinda nice. Friday was cold as always, but when I finally dressed myself and ran some errands Saturday afternoon it was GORGEOUS out. So I went out for a lovely long walk (with Aerosmith, yes) around the 'hood. Went to the promenade and it was lovely. Tons of folks out enjoying the warm weather and the view of Manhattan sparkling in the sun (I love the shiny shiny Chrysler Building, myself). It felt good to be outside again and enjoying it. Not just curled up in my coat pondering the possibility that I might never be warm again. I hate that pondering. Then the rest of the day was spent putzing with the iPod, watching the TiVo and napping. How cool of a day is that? So cool.
Yesterday Muff, Steph and I went to the MALL! They can call it the Time Warner Center or THE SHOPS at Columbus Circle all they want, but it's a freaking mall. Though I don't remember seeing a GAP... It was fun, but not the greatest mall. Not much in the way of cheesy stores (like Claire's Accessories, ba-bee) and not much in the way of shoe stores. Plus, aside from the William-Sonoma store a lot of the shops were kinda small. The Sephora didn't even have anything Muffy and I wanted. But we were able to get Oscar snacks and wine at Whole Foods and I finally got to experience this Jamba Juice that my LA folks babble on so much about. Not bad. Smoothies are good. Better with vodka, but you can't have everything. So, not sure yet how I feel about the new Mall at Columbus Circle. We'll have to do another visit after the CT Mall visit later this month.
I'm listening to my Big Hair Monster Metal CD right now. Loving it, but will have to switch back to Aerosmith soon. "Here I go Again"... Whitesnake - ahhh Tawny Kitaen. What a crush I had on her.
Friday, February 27, 2004
Day Six
I tried listening to the Bangles for a bit this morning. Something peppy and not Aerosmith. Didn't work. Had to go back.
I think the think that's amusing me the most about this is that I'm dragging so many others down with me. One friend typed up and emailed the lyrics to Love in an Elevator to me and a couple friends at work keep quoting back song lyrics to me when I give them lead lines. Heh. I'm so easily amused.
Class was good yesterday but I'm still thoroughly disgusted with how out of shape I am. Master K was giving me grief about testing tomorrow, but I'm just not up to it. I'd like to spend March getting up to speed so I can at least last a whole test without needing a break. At this point I don't think I'll make it up to sparring. We'll see how today goes, but I think I'm holding off testing until next month. I just can't slack anymore.
After class I'm supposed to go dancing. And I'm realizing I have no idea where to go dancing in this city. Last time I went was eons ago and it was at a dyke club (which my man hungry friend isn't going to go for tonight) so I'm just at a loss. Gotta do some research before Turnip shows up. She wants to go dancing. I usually just go sit in a bar and drink myself silly while talking with friends. But dancing rocks too. Though I'm still feeling a little burnt out from the awful experience that was RA in Vegas so I'm not looking forward to tonight as I might otherwise be. I think another reason I don't go dancing in NYC so much these days too is that the best places have the velvet rope. And I am NOT a fan of waiting in line to pay for overpriced drinks and watch pretty vapid people mate. Ugh. When did I become this crotchety old woman? Kill me.
Ah well. I'll just go kick and hit things beforehand and it'll all be good.
I think the think that's amusing me the most about this is that I'm dragging so many others down with me. One friend typed up and emailed the lyrics to Love in an Elevator to me and a couple friends at work keep quoting back song lyrics to me when I give them lead lines. Heh. I'm so easily amused.
Class was good yesterday but I'm still thoroughly disgusted with how out of shape I am. Master K was giving me grief about testing tomorrow, but I'm just not up to it. I'd like to spend March getting up to speed so I can at least last a whole test without needing a break. At this point I don't think I'll make it up to sparring. We'll see how today goes, but I think I'm holding off testing until next month. I just can't slack anymore.
After class I'm supposed to go dancing. And I'm realizing I have no idea where to go dancing in this city. Last time I went was eons ago and it was at a dyke club (which my man hungry friend isn't going to go for tonight) so I'm just at a loss. Gotta do some research before Turnip shows up. She wants to go dancing. I usually just go sit in a bar and drink myself silly while talking with friends. But dancing rocks too. Though I'm still feeling a little burnt out from the awful experience that was RA in Vegas so I'm not looking forward to tonight as I might otherwise be. I think another reason I don't go dancing in NYC so much these days too is that the best places have the velvet rope. And I am NOT a fan of waiting in line to pay for overpriced drinks and watch pretty vapid people mate. Ugh. When did I become this crotchety old woman? Kill me.
Ah well. I'll just go kick and hit things beforehand and it'll all be good.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Aerosmith Addiction Day Five
I tried listening to something else. Just wasn't making me happy. Alas. I must have the Aerosmith. Even if the Economists do look at me askance when I head bang. Can I help it if I have the perfect hair for it and if my work is so tedious I have no choice but to jostle my brain from time to time? No, I cannot.
Today should be my first time going to a second class in the same week in absolute ages. I feel like that may not be the most properly constructed sentence ever written. Nor was that last one. ARGH. I blame the Aerosmith. Whatever. I'm kind of excited about getting back into the swing of Taekwon Do. I was really loving it last winter & Spring and then got sidetracked when my grandfather got sick. And then I've just been lazy for months. Which is a shame because when I can actually get myself there I really dig kicking and punching things. Heh. Maybe I can get into a decent fight for Vegas 2005. I haven't been in a fight in ages. My life is very, very hard. How can a girl be expected to enjoy life without a little kicking and hitting? She cannot.
I've lost my mind. Send help.
Today should be my first time going to a second class in the same week in absolute ages. I feel like that may not be the most properly constructed sentence ever written. Nor was that last one. ARGH. I blame the Aerosmith. Whatever. I'm kind of excited about getting back into the swing of Taekwon Do. I was really loving it last winter & Spring and then got sidetracked when my grandfather got sick. And then I've just been lazy for months. Which is a shame because when I can actually get myself there I really dig kicking and punching things. Heh. Maybe I can get into a decent fight for Vegas 2005. I haven't been in a fight in ages. My life is very, very hard. How can a girl be expected to enjoy life without a little kicking and hitting? She cannot.
I've lost my mind. Send help.
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
The Saga of Vegas 2004
Thursday, February 19th
I left work early and got to the airport with a minimum of fuss. Had a root beer float in the airport and booked it to my gate. I got on the plane and got my little window seat. Sleeping wasn't really an option. We had a full flight and a whole group on the plane with us. A very loud, chatty group. And a crazy lady sitting next to me. She unpacked her HUGE bag about seven times. And had an obscene amount of pills of some sort. And she also seemed to be pretending that the seat next to her (MINE) was empty and kept banging into me and putting her stuff in front of my seat and all that. So annoying. They showed Le Divorce (Kate Hudson annoys me) and Solaris on the plane. Loved having my iPod and ignoring the world around me.
Landed a little early, grabbed my bags and hopped on a shuttle to the hotel. Pumpkin and crew had gone to see the 10:30PM Zumanity so I checked in (not too long of a line) and got my key and headed up to the room. It was a huge room. Two Queen beds, a jacuzzi in the slanty corner (we were in the pyramid with the slanty outer walls) with a lovely view of the strip, a sitting room with a giant purple couch, two tvs, a mini fridge and all sorts of space. So I unpacked and showered and got in my PJs and was all comfy and happy. Then Pumpkin called post show, so she, Liz and Doe came upstairs while I got dressed and we all went out for a drink as it was Liz's birthday. Not too exciting but one should start Vegas with a drink rather than just bed, I think. Anyway, then I got to get to bed.
Friday, February 20th
I got up about 10:15 and Liz was packing, Pumpkin was in the shower and Doe had wandered off. Apparently everyone slept in the other room because I was snoring. I hear I finally stopped at some point and then Pumpkin started. I felt bad, but didn't know what else to do. I only snore when congested and the plane air does me no favors. Ah well. Turns out Doe had gone out and returned her rental car (which she rented to hold her luggage while Pumpkin and Liz were at the conference I guess) and had breakfast so she showered and all while Liz, Pumpkin and I had the Breakfast Buffet at the Luxor. They were starting into lunch but still had the breakfast stuff set up. Excellent scrambled eggs but bad cheese blintzes. Excellent Apple crepes though. You all need to know these details. Really. Then we waited with Liz for her shuttle to the airport.
Then the three of us decided to wander. I'm feeling kinda fuzzy about stuff on Friday right now. I know we got our first foofy drink, a dragon full of Pina Colada at the Excalibur. And we headed through various casinos, walking along the strip, people watching and popping by places. We caught a fountain show at the Bellagio because Pumpkin likes them more than anything else in Vegas (even more than my BOYFRIEND). We kept calling Turnip for status reports and finally got her on her way in the early afternoon. Though that's when the rain started so she had a bitch of a time getting to Vegas. Oh, right. We headed down the strip to the Mirage because Pumpkin wanted to see the Tigers and Dolphins in Siegfried and Roy's Secret Garden - not as dirty as it sounds - and the Tigers close at 3:30. So we booked down there and saw them. Pretty orange tigers, white tigers, a cheetah, a black panther, an elephant (with turkey) and a couple of lions. We watched them and took tons of pictures. Then caught some of the dolphins. We saw some dolphin ‘training sessions’ (not shows, they don’t do shows, no no no) and also got to see them through the windows in the lower viewing area. You can see into the tanks and watch them swimming underwater so that was kinda neat. And there was shopping because heaven forbid Pumpkin and I not have tiger and dolphin jewelry. And of course I got sunglasses. Special zebra striped Siegfried and Roy sunglasses. Oh yeah, baby.
Then we headed to the Paris hotel for Eiffel Towers of Strawberry Daiquiris and crepes. Pumpkin had Raspberry & Cream and I had pure Chocolate. Doe snacked from each. Awesome. We also planned for Turnip's arrival. Then we popped across the street for ANOTHER Bellagio Fountain show in the rain. We walked the length of the lagoon and Pumpkin wanted to watch the next show. Doe wasn't going to stand for that so she headed back to the Luxor on the bus. Turnip was about on the strip by then so she picked us up (after we got some decongestant and ear plugs at CVS - I felt bad about the snoring last night) and saved us a good long walk in the rain. We got dried off and headed to Gonzalez y Gonzalez in New York, New York. Turnip got a horrible drink called a Woo Woo that she remembered liking but then remembered that she had already been hammered the last time she had one and liked it... Pumpkin and I enjoyed our awesome raspberry drinks. I think I ate enchiladas. Don't remember. Food so wasn't important. Then came the quest for Turnip's building drink. We searched all over for the Empire State Building asking all sorts of people and even meeting a security guard (older guy, not hottie in a uniform) from Honolulu. But alas, no Empire State Building. So we got her a Statue of Liberty. She asked for a Pina Colada but was given a Chi Chi. She drank it anyway. Heh. I think we helped. Heh. Then we went back to the room and jacuzzied with glittery bath bombs and the Statue of Liberty. Then Turnip rubbed my feet because she is awesome. Then she decided I was bad at foot rubs and we should get massages. So we got appointments for 2 for 1AM and 1 at 1:30AM and went and showered (in the many different smelling showers) and sat in the whirlpool and drank a ton of water and got massages. It was awesome. Then we went back to the room. I would like to mention that while I had clothing over my swimsuit, Pumpkin and Turnip walked through the casino in t-shirts with towels around their waists. They made quite a sight. On the way back from the spa we stopped and got me a frequent player The One Club Card and I won a free hat. Woo. Wildly exciting. Then I showered and we all sacked out. Apparently I snored briefly right in Turnip's ear, but I think it was short lived.
Saturday, February 21st
We got up around 10ish. I think. Maybe. We then got ready and went to the cheap ticket places to see if we could get half price Thunder from Down Under tickets. Alas, we could not. We did see half price Star Trek the Experience tickets, but did not purchase them. I was denied Star Trek the Experience for Vegas 2004 so it’s going on the MUST list for 2005. I don’t care what Pumpkin says. Doe got tired of walking and decided that she was going to watch the M&M Movie at the M&M store and would catch a cab to the Bellagio and meet us there for brunch. So we walked to the Bellagio and caught ANOTHER fountain show. Then we went in the Bellagio and saw the pretty glass flower ceiling and DISCO PONY! I want a DISCO PONY! Then we wandered through the garden there - all decked out for Chinese New Year. We waited in line for the Bellagio Cafe and were eventually joined by Doe. We got in and had a lovely breakfast. Coffee and eggs benedict with tomato instead of ham. We played Keno but only Doe won, $260. Then we went out and caught another fountain show.
Then we took to the bus to the Stratosphere. Doe said there was a fun show with Showgirls and magic and an Elvis Impersonator. Um, no. The showgirls were fake and had tops on and couldn't dance, the Elvis impersonator was a dog (a cute dog, but a dog nonetheless), the magic was tiny and the comedians were awful and the singer wasn’t much. It made us sad. And it made us drink stratospheres of booze. Turnip and I sucked ours down quickly to help ease the pain. At least the dog and the bird were entertaining. Do NOT go see Viva Las Vegas at the Stratosphere. Then there was shopping. Then it was too late to see the view from the Stratosphere in the daylight (being as it had gotten dark) so we bussed back up to our end of the strip. Ooooh, and we kept seeing scary cheerleaders from the competition that was in town. There were actually lots of creepy people on the bus. Big fun for everyone. The creepy people kept talking to me too. So strange. Lots of locals giving advice and chatting and things. I need to stop with the eye contact thing. I’m too approachable. And yet also scary according to some people. Whatever, back to Vegas.
Then we went to the Excalibur and got our nudie show tickets. And Turnip purchased a dragon o' booze while I bought a tiara. Woo. My One Club Card got me 10% off too. Woo again. DISCOUNT Tiara, almost as cool as DISCO PONY. Then we went back to the room. Pumpkin fled for some alone time. Doe ran off to play Keno. Turnip and I did the only sensible thing and went to the spa for smelly showers and whirlpool time. The only problem with the whirlpool and Turnip is that she likes to throw ice at me while I'm in the whirlpool. Because she is mean. Then we got pretty, met back in the room and headed out.
We had so-so Pan Asian food and a HORRIBLE waitress at Chin Chin Cafe in New York New York. She didn't want to wait on us. She lied to Turnip about the size of her soup and she gave us the check when we wanted dessert. We hate her. We hate her a lot.
Then we went and stood in line for the boys. We got there late as we foolishly thought we didn't want to be up front. We were mistaken. Pumpkin was NOT excited by the idea of the boys and kept saying that if they were not attractive she was holding ME responsible. Ha! The Thunder from Down Under was awesome. The boys were hot, the costumes were hysterical and the other girls there were totally mock worthy. I even saw Pumpkin clapping with the rest of us and seeming to mean it. The highlights were my boyfriend and all the Aerosmith and the older woman with the gray hair getting a handful of the Thunder from the MC. It was hot. We're going back next year. We are so going back next year. Hee hee hee.
Then we headed to RA the nightclub in our hotel. It was SO BAD. The music was okay but they had these awful sirens. The boys outnumbered the girls 3-1 and yet we could NOT find a single attractive guy in the bunch. It was smoky from the fog machine and lots of creepy guys were circling us. And the creepy couples dancing and mounting each other, ew. And the guy in the white pimp suit and hat doing a dance where he keeps slapping his partner’s ass, ew. Pumpkin left first because the fog was bothering her contacts. I fled next as I just couldn't handle the creepy with my mad fatigue. Then Turnip and Doe followed not too much later, chased away by the bad, scary hip-hop DJ. “Get your fucking hands up in the air, people.” Then I showered and called my Mom (unfortunately NOT a drunk dial - sorry Mom) and we passed out.
Sunday, February 21st
We got up about 10 to pack and get out of the room. We checked out about 11 and then tossed our stuff in Turnip's car. The line to leave it with the bell hop was about a mile long and Turnip had her car so it seemed like the right choice.
Then we headed to the MANDAlay Bay to have their Champagne Brunch. It was lovely. Then we wandered back to the Luxor and shopped a bit, at which point we realized Turnip was missing her wallet. Alas. Two and a half mimosas apparently do that to a gal. So we booked all the way back to the buffet and luckily it had been turned in. So she got it from the security desk and NOTHING was missing. Hooray. Of course we then realized she'd left her umbrella in the store at the Luxor. Alas. Two and a half mimosas apparently do that to a gal.
Then we cabbed it to the Paris so Turnip could get an Eiffel Tower of booze before we cut her off at 4PM. She got one of those, and Pumpkin and I split one (with extra banana because we’re so cute), and then we headed back to the Bellagio for, you guessed it, the fountain show. It was the Proud to be an American Song. Turnip and I sang and danced before, after, and during. Because we can.
Then we went to the Monte Carlo for the start of the great Elvis slot machine search. We started with the Monte Carlo because it was the nearest casino that took my One Club Card. Dorks we are. They had NONE. So we tried all over the place. We went to Excalibur and they had apparently taken them all out not long ago. Bad, bad Excalibur. So I played some other slots for a bit while Turnip and Pumpkin sucked back some towers. We finally found Elvis slots in New York, New York and I blissed out for a while. They wanted to nap but I pouted a bit and said I wasn't spending my last couple of hours in Vegas sitting on a couch in a lounge. Heh. We had to get Turnip some aspirin and finally found the Vegas 2004 shirts Pumpkin had been looking for all weekend. We now have matching shirts and are the dorkiest hot chicks in all the land.
So then we wandered down to the Bellagio and, oddly enough, saw a Fountain Show. Sadly it was the same Celine Dion "My Heart will Vomit" one we saw earlier in the day. The water was pretty but the song, not so much. Then it was off to pit stop (the buildings make you pee, how unexpected) and shoe shop at the Bellagio. And then wandering the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace. We bought Aerosmith CDs to remind us of the half naked hotness and then cabbed it back to the Luxor to unload Doe (who was taking a later flight), get the umbrella and get ourselves off to the airport.
Checking in was easy and yet painful as we were told our flights would be at least 2 hours late as EVERYTHING was running late, due to the torrential rains and flooding in the desert. Bah. Pumpkin and I opted to hang out in the middle of the airport for a while. We saw a tex mex restaurant and Pumpkin said we needed Margaritas. We waited in line there and finally got beer and a margarita and a chance to sit. Service was slow as they were slammed with customers but that was fine with us. We called Doe to tell her to call the airline as her flight was undoubtedly delayed. Then we saw her flight was canceled and called to tell her that. Hopefully she found a place to stay and made it home yesterday. The poor waitresses were having a rough time of it at the bad tex-mex place yet were polite and nice and doing the best they could. Yet the assholes on either side of use chose to 1) tip only a dollar on what I’m sure was at least a $20 bill and 2) tip about $1.50 completely in CHANGE for what I’m sure was at least a $35 bill. Pumpkin and I were disgusted. Then we hung out like slugs on the floor with everyone else for a while. Then off to our gates as Pumpkin though she might leave at 11:45 (I was slated for a 1:15AM Departure at this point). Security was packed but moving briskly. Pumpkin's flight kept getting bumped back too and I think we both got off around 1:30 or so. Ugh. We kept talking on our cells to each other and to Turnip to keep her awake on the drive home. Finally I got on my flight and passed into a coma. Bliss.
And that was Vegas 2004. I think.
I left work early and got to the airport with a minimum of fuss. Had a root beer float in the airport and booked it to my gate. I got on the plane and got my little window seat. Sleeping wasn't really an option. We had a full flight and a whole group on the plane with us. A very loud, chatty group. And a crazy lady sitting next to me. She unpacked her HUGE bag about seven times. And had an obscene amount of pills of some sort. And she also seemed to be pretending that the seat next to her (MINE) was empty and kept banging into me and putting her stuff in front of my seat and all that. So annoying. They showed Le Divorce (Kate Hudson annoys me) and Solaris on the plane. Loved having my iPod and ignoring the world around me.
Landed a little early, grabbed my bags and hopped on a shuttle to the hotel. Pumpkin and crew had gone to see the 10:30PM Zumanity so I checked in (not too long of a line) and got my key and headed up to the room. It was a huge room. Two Queen beds, a jacuzzi in the slanty corner (we were in the pyramid with the slanty outer walls) with a lovely view of the strip, a sitting room with a giant purple couch, two tvs, a mini fridge and all sorts of space. So I unpacked and showered and got in my PJs and was all comfy and happy. Then Pumpkin called post show, so she, Liz and Doe came upstairs while I got dressed and we all went out for a drink as it was Liz's birthday. Not too exciting but one should start Vegas with a drink rather than just bed, I think. Anyway, then I got to get to bed.
Friday, February 20th
I got up about 10:15 and Liz was packing, Pumpkin was in the shower and Doe had wandered off. Apparently everyone slept in the other room because I was snoring. I hear I finally stopped at some point and then Pumpkin started. I felt bad, but didn't know what else to do. I only snore when congested and the plane air does me no favors. Ah well. Turns out Doe had gone out and returned her rental car (which she rented to hold her luggage while Pumpkin and Liz were at the conference I guess) and had breakfast so she showered and all while Liz, Pumpkin and I had the Breakfast Buffet at the Luxor. They were starting into lunch but still had the breakfast stuff set up. Excellent scrambled eggs but bad cheese blintzes. Excellent Apple crepes though. You all need to know these details. Really. Then we waited with Liz for her shuttle to the airport.
Then the three of us decided to wander. I'm feeling kinda fuzzy about stuff on Friday right now. I know we got our first foofy drink, a dragon full of Pina Colada at the Excalibur. And we headed through various casinos, walking along the strip, people watching and popping by places. We caught a fountain show at the Bellagio because Pumpkin likes them more than anything else in Vegas (even more than my BOYFRIEND). We kept calling Turnip for status reports and finally got her on her way in the early afternoon. Though that's when the rain started so she had a bitch of a time getting to Vegas. Oh, right. We headed down the strip to the Mirage because Pumpkin wanted to see the Tigers and Dolphins in Siegfried and Roy's Secret Garden - not as dirty as it sounds - and the Tigers close at 3:30. So we booked down there and saw them. Pretty orange tigers, white tigers, a cheetah, a black panther, an elephant (with turkey) and a couple of lions. We watched them and took tons of pictures. Then caught some of the dolphins. We saw some dolphin ‘training sessions’ (not shows, they don’t do shows, no no no) and also got to see them through the windows in the lower viewing area. You can see into the tanks and watch them swimming underwater so that was kinda neat. And there was shopping because heaven forbid Pumpkin and I not have tiger and dolphin jewelry. And of course I got sunglasses. Special zebra striped Siegfried and Roy sunglasses. Oh yeah, baby.
Then we headed to the Paris hotel for Eiffel Towers of Strawberry Daiquiris and crepes. Pumpkin had Raspberry & Cream and I had pure Chocolate. Doe snacked from each. Awesome. We also planned for Turnip's arrival. Then we popped across the street for ANOTHER Bellagio Fountain show in the rain. We walked the length of the lagoon and Pumpkin wanted to watch the next show. Doe wasn't going to stand for that so she headed back to the Luxor on the bus. Turnip was about on the strip by then so she picked us up (after we got some decongestant and ear plugs at CVS - I felt bad about the snoring last night) and saved us a good long walk in the rain. We got dried off and headed to Gonzalez y Gonzalez in New York, New York. Turnip got a horrible drink called a Woo Woo that she remembered liking but then remembered that she had already been hammered the last time she had one and liked it... Pumpkin and I enjoyed our awesome raspberry drinks. I think I ate enchiladas. Don't remember. Food so wasn't important. Then came the quest for Turnip's building drink. We searched all over for the Empire State Building asking all sorts of people and even meeting a security guard (older guy, not hottie in a uniform) from Honolulu. But alas, no Empire State Building. So we got her a Statue of Liberty. She asked for a Pina Colada but was given a Chi Chi. She drank it anyway. Heh. I think we helped. Heh. Then we went back to the room and jacuzzied with glittery bath bombs and the Statue of Liberty. Then Turnip rubbed my feet because she is awesome. Then she decided I was bad at foot rubs and we should get massages. So we got appointments for 2 for 1AM and 1 at 1:30AM and went and showered (in the many different smelling showers) and sat in the whirlpool and drank a ton of water and got massages. It was awesome. Then we went back to the room. I would like to mention that while I had clothing over my swimsuit, Pumpkin and Turnip walked through the casino in t-shirts with towels around their waists. They made quite a sight. On the way back from the spa we stopped and got me a frequent player The One Club Card and I won a free hat. Woo. Wildly exciting. Then I showered and we all sacked out. Apparently I snored briefly right in Turnip's ear, but I think it was short lived.
Saturday, February 21st
We got up around 10ish. I think. Maybe. We then got ready and went to the cheap ticket places to see if we could get half price Thunder from Down Under tickets. Alas, we could not. We did see half price Star Trek the Experience tickets, but did not purchase them. I was denied Star Trek the Experience for Vegas 2004 so it’s going on the MUST list for 2005. I don’t care what Pumpkin says. Doe got tired of walking and decided that she was going to watch the M&M Movie at the M&M store and would catch a cab to the Bellagio and meet us there for brunch. So we walked to the Bellagio and caught ANOTHER fountain show. Then we went in the Bellagio and saw the pretty glass flower ceiling and DISCO PONY! I want a DISCO PONY! Then we wandered through the garden there - all decked out for Chinese New Year. We waited in line for the Bellagio Cafe and were eventually joined by Doe. We got in and had a lovely breakfast. Coffee and eggs benedict with tomato instead of ham. We played Keno but only Doe won, $260. Then we went out and caught another fountain show.
Then we took to the bus to the Stratosphere. Doe said there was a fun show with Showgirls and magic and an Elvis Impersonator. Um, no. The showgirls were fake and had tops on and couldn't dance, the Elvis impersonator was a dog (a cute dog, but a dog nonetheless), the magic was tiny and the comedians were awful and the singer wasn’t much. It made us sad. And it made us drink stratospheres of booze. Turnip and I sucked ours down quickly to help ease the pain. At least the dog and the bird were entertaining. Do NOT go see Viva Las Vegas at the Stratosphere. Then there was shopping. Then it was too late to see the view from the Stratosphere in the daylight (being as it had gotten dark) so we bussed back up to our end of the strip. Ooooh, and we kept seeing scary cheerleaders from the competition that was in town. There were actually lots of creepy people on the bus. Big fun for everyone. The creepy people kept talking to me too. So strange. Lots of locals giving advice and chatting and things. I need to stop with the eye contact thing. I’m too approachable. And yet also scary according to some people. Whatever, back to Vegas.
Then we went to the Excalibur and got our nudie show tickets. And Turnip purchased a dragon o' booze while I bought a tiara. Woo. My One Club Card got me 10% off too. Woo again. DISCOUNT Tiara, almost as cool as DISCO PONY. Then we went back to the room. Pumpkin fled for some alone time. Doe ran off to play Keno. Turnip and I did the only sensible thing and went to the spa for smelly showers and whirlpool time. The only problem with the whirlpool and Turnip is that she likes to throw ice at me while I'm in the whirlpool. Because she is mean. Then we got pretty, met back in the room and headed out.
We had so-so Pan Asian food and a HORRIBLE waitress at Chin Chin Cafe in New York New York. She didn't want to wait on us. She lied to Turnip about the size of her soup and she gave us the check when we wanted dessert. We hate her. We hate her a lot.
Then we went and stood in line for the boys. We got there late as we foolishly thought we didn't want to be up front. We were mistaken. Pumpkin was NOT excited by the idea of the boys and kept saying that if they were not attractive she was holding ME responsible. Ha! The Thunder from Down Under was awesome. The boys were hot, the costumes were hysterical and the other girls there were totally mock worthy. I even saw Pumpkin clapping with the rest of us and seeming to mean it. The highlights were my boyfriend and all the Aerosmith and the older woman with the gray hair getting a handful of the Thunder from the MC. It was hot. We're going back next year. We are so going back next year. Hee hee hee.
Then we headed to RA the nightclub in our hotel. It was SO BAD. The music was okay but they had these awful sirens. The boys outnumbered the girls 3-1 and yet we could NOT find a single attractive guy in the bunch. It was smoky from the fog machine and lots of creepy guys were circling us. And the creepy couples dancing and mounting each other, ew. And the guy in the white pimp suit and hat doing a dance where he keeps slapping his partner’s ass, ew. Pumpkin left first because the fog was bothering her contacts. I fled next as I just couldn't handle the creepy with my mad fatigue. Then Turnip and Doe followed not too much later, chased away by the bad, scary hip-hop DJ. “Get your fucking hands up in the air, people.” Then I showered and called my Mom (unfortunately NOT a drunk dial - sorry Mom) and we passed out.
Sunday, February 21st
We got up about 10 to pack and get out of the room. We checked out about 11 and then tossed our stuff in Turnip's car. The line to leave it with the bell hop was about a mile long and Turnip had her car so it seemed like the right choice.
Then we headed to the MANDAlay Bay to have their Champagne Brunch. It was lovely. Then we wandered back to the Luxor and shopped a bit, at which point we realized Turnip was missing her wallet. Alas. Two and a half mimosas apparently do that to a gal. So we booked all the way back to the buffet and luckily it had been turned in. So she got it from the security desk and NOTHING was missing. Hooray. Of course we then realized she'd left her umbrella in the store at the Luxor. Alas. Two and a half mimosas apparently do that to a gal.
Then we cabbed it to the Paris so Turnip could get an Eiffel Tower of booze before we cut her off at 4PM. She got one of those, and Pumpkin and I split one (with extra banana because we’re so cute), and then we headed back to the Bellagio for, you guessed it, the fountain show. It was the Proud to be an American Song. Turnip and I sang and danced before, after, and during. Because we can.
Then we went to the Monte Carlo for the start of the great Elvis slot machine search. We started with the Monte Carlo because it was the nearest casino that took my One Club Card. Dorks we are. They had NONE. So we tried all over the place. We went to Excalibur and they had apparently taken them all out not long ago. Bad, bad Excalibur. So I played some other slots for a bit while Turnip and Pumpkin sucked back some towers. We finally found Elvis slots in New York, New York and I blissed out for a while. They wanted to nap but I pouted a bit and said I wasn't spending my last couple of hours in Vegas sitting on a couch in a lounge. Heh. We had to get Turnip some aspirin and finally found the Vegas 2004 shirts Pumpkin had been looking for all weekend. We now have matching shirts and are the dorkiest hot chicks in all the land.
So then we wandered down to the Bellagio and, oddly enough, saw a Fountain Show. Sadly it was the same Celine Dion "My Heart will Vomit" one we saw earlier in the day. The water was pretty but the song, not so much. Then it was off to pit stop (the buildings make you pee, how unexpected) and shoe shop at the Bellagio. And then wandering the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace. We bought Aerosmith CDs to remind us of the half naked hotness and then cabbed it back to the Luxor to unload Doe (who was taking a later flight), get the umbrella and get ourselves off to the airport.
Checking in was easy and yet painful as we were told our flights would be at least 2 hours late as EVERYTHING was running late, due to the torrential rains and flooding in the desert. Bah. Pumpkin and I opted to hang out in the middle of the airport for a while. We saw a tex mex restaurant and Pumpkin said we needed Margaritas. We waited in line there and finally got beer and a margarita and a chance to sit. Service was slow as they were slammed with customers but that was fine with us. We called Doe to tell her to call the airline as her flight was undoubtedly delayed. Then we saw her flight was canceled and called to tell her that. Hopefully she found a place to stay and made it home yesterday. The poor waitresses were having a rough time of it at the bad tex-mex place yet were polite and nice and doing the best they could. Yet the assholes on either side of use chose to 1) tip only a dollar on what I’m sure was at least a $20 bill and 2) tip about $1.50 completely in CHANGE for what I’m sure was at least a $35 bill. Pumpkin and I were disgusted. Then we hung out like slugs on the floor with everyone else for a while. Then off to our gates as Pumpkin though she might leave at 11:45 (I was slated for a 1:15AM Departure at this point). Security was packed but moving briskly. Pumpkin's flight kept getting bumped back too and I think we both got off around 1:30 or so. Ugh. We kept talking on our cells to each other and to Turnip to keep her awake on the drive home. Finally I got on my flight and passed into a coma. Bliss.
And that was Vegas 2004. I think.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
VEGAS 2004
This is my new boyfriend. Because I never let reality get in my way. Pesky, pesky reality.
Alas, Vegas 2004 is over and I'm very sad. Very, very sad. But I don't think my body could've stood much more of the walking & drinking & dancing & not sleeping so maybe it's for the best. And now I'm one day closer to Vegas 2005! Woo.
We had an awesome time. There was a bit of fatigued crankiness all around (well, not so much from the freakishly perky Turnip) but nothing that couldn't be ignored and conquered. And we had a blast. Hopefully I can get off my butt and get photos online soon.
Highlights were people watching, the Thunder from Down Under boys (whom we will be seeing in Vegas 2005), the many buildings, the mimosas, the Elvis Slots (as always), the cards advertising three girls for $99 bucks, the many, many buildings, the jacuzzi tub (with sparkly bath bomb), the spa massages & scented showers (I tried mango & cucumber) & whirlpool, the shopping... um... did I mention the buildings and the half naked boys? Cause they were awesome. Next year we're combining the buildings and the boys. In fact, they were so awesome Turnip and I can't stop talking about them and also can't stop listening to Aerosmith. I'm thinking I might need to seek therapy. Or just ride it out. Pumpkin was initially resistant to the boys, but they won her over and she's all psyched about going back next year too. Heh. "If they aren't attractive, I'm holding YOU responsible!" I'll have you know she has NOT decided to hold me responsible for the fact that they were hot. I'm just saying...
The torrential rains weren't so great though. It's a freaking desert and we only had a few hours of sunshine. So wrong. And of course I come back to New York and have snow. Bad, bad bad. But still, it was all worth it.
Even after finally getting sleep last night I'm still all over the place and feeling kinda manic. Bah! Maybe I can go to TKD tonight and work off some of this energy. Or maybe make myself ill. Either way.
I'm debating posting the rundown of the weekend I typed for me Mum up here in the blog. Hmmmmm...
Vegas! Woo!
Alas, Vegas 2004 is over and I'm very sad. Very, very sad. But I don't think my body could've stood much more of the walking & drinking & dancing & not sleeping so maybe it's for the best. And now I'm one day closer to Vegas 2005! Woo.
We had an awesome time. There was a bit of fatigued crankiness all around (well, not so much from the freakishly perky Turnip) but nothing that couldn't be ignored and conquered. And we had a blast. Hopefully I can get off my butt and get photos online soon.
Highlights were people watching, the Thunder from Down Under boys (whom we will be seeing in Vegas 2005), the many buildings, the mimosas, the Elvis Slots (as always), the cards advertising three girls for $99 bucks, the many, many buildings, the jacuzzi tub (with sparkly bath bomb), the spa massages & scented showers (I tried mango & cucumber) & whirlpool, the shopping... um... did I mention the buildings and the half naked boys? Cause they were awesome. Next year we're combining the buildings and the boys. In fact, they were so awesome Turnip and I can't stop talking about them and also can't stop listening to Aerosmith. I'm thinking I might need to seek therapy. Or just ride it out. Pumpkin was initially resistant to the boys, but they won her over and she's all psyched about going back next year too. Heh. "If they aren't attractive, I'm holding YOU responsible!" I'll have you know she has NOT decided to hold me responsible for the fact that they were hot. I'm just saying...
The torrential rains weren't so great though. It's a freaking desert and we only had a few hours of sunshine. So wrong. And of course I come back to New York and have snow. Bad, bad bad. But still, it was all worth it.
Even after finally getting sleep last night I'm still all over the place and feeling kinda manic. Bah! Maybe I can go to TKD tonight and work off some of this energy. Or maybe make myself ill. Either way.
I'm debating posting the rundown of the weekend I typed for me Mum up here in the blog. Hmmmmm...
Vegas! Woo!
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
I remember when I was a young lass and had tons of slumber parties. My little girl friends would come over and we'd have dinner and do slumber party things and then sleep and then have breakfast and hang out and watch TV all day and finally they'd leave in the early afternoon. And I would feel so deflated. I'd just want to crawl into my bed and cry because I'd been surrounded by tons of people and having all this fun and all this constant stimulation and now I was alone. It passed quickly, but it's that total let down feeling. You know? I still feel that way, just to a less dramatic degree. And I kinda felt that way this morning. I had a great weekend with my parents and then this morning we all had to get up early and I had to send them on their way and then I had to go out in the freezing cold and come into the office and blech. How can you not feel a little deflated? I guess thinking about the three day week and my Vegas weekend coming up would help, huh?
But the weekend was good. After a million plane mishaps the folks finally got in around 2AM Saturday morning. I'd made up all the beds and so after some hugs and hellos we all passed out. Saturday was totally lazy. Dad ran out and got the biggest rib roast I've ever seen and otherwise we worked on the new computer (Mom got my email problem fixed, yay!) and zoned. Cleared off a lot of TiVo and worked at eating at least the fresh food from my three thousand pound food delivery. Then a lovely Valentine's Day dinner (with flowers from Daddy) and a round of The Game of LIFE. I won. Of course. Dad still isn't over the part of the game where I traded my $80,000 salary card for his $100,000 salary card. Big baby.
Sunday we loafed again. Some cleaning and putzing and the like. Then off to Muffy & Steph's house (bringing board games and part of my three thousand pounds of groceries) for dinner and Walt Disney World Monopoly (got my butt handed to me by Mom) and Trivial Pursuit. Dorky folks that we are.
Monday... there was a little bit of loafing and then it was out to run errands. We went to the big apple store in SoHo to get the one piece needed to start setting up the new iPod. Mom liked the Genius Bar there but was a bit miffed to see it was staffed entirely with boys. Then I dragged 'em to Otto's where we drank lots of wine and stuffed ourselves stupid. Mom recommends the Calzone if you go. Then we headed to the liquor store and the kitchen store (I now own sushi oven mits - let your jealousy go wild) and home. For loafing and iPod fixing. Good times.
Now, I prepare for Vegas. So excited. We have a to do list already. You wish you were going too don't you?
Spa
Star Trek: The Experience
Being Drunk
Drinking Buildings
Stratosphere in the daylight
Hard Rock Cafe
Drinking a Parrot
Buffet/Viva Las Vegas/Elvis Impersonator
Nudie show
Elvis Slots
Blackjack Table for at least a couple of hands
Family Feud Slots
Jacuzzi time
Magic Act
Bellagio water show
But the weekend was good. After a million plane mishaps the folks finally got in around 2AM Saturday morning. I'd made up all the beds and so after some hugs and hellos we all passed out. Saturday was totally lazy. Dad ran out and got the biggest rib roast I've ever seen and otherwise we worked on the new computer (Mom got my email problem fixed, yay!) and zoned. Cleared off a lot of TiVo and worked at eating at least the fresh food from my three thousand pound food delivery. Then a lovely Valentine's Day dinner (with flowers from Daddy) and a round of The Game of LIFE. I won. Of course. Dad still isn't over the part of the game where I traded my $80,000 salary card for his $100,000 salary card. Big baby.
Sunday we loafed again. Some cleaning and putzing and the like. Then off to Muffy & Steph's house (bringing board games and part of my three thousand pounds of groceries) for dinner and Walt Disney World Monopoly (got my butt handed to me by Mom) and Trivial Pursuit. Dorky folks that we are.
Monday... there was a little bit of loafing and then it was out to run errands. We went to the big apple store in SoHo to get the one piece needed to start setting up the new iPod. Mom liked the Genius Bar there but was a bit miffed to see it was staffed entirely with boys. Then I dragged 'em to Otto's where we drank lots of wine and stuffed ourselves stupid. Mom recommends the Calzone if you go. Then we headed to the liquor store and the kitchen store (I now own sushi oven mits - let your jealousy go wild) and home. For loafing and iPod fixing. Good times.
Now, I prepare for Vegas. So excited. We have a to do list already. You wish you were going too don't you?
Spa
Star Trek: The Experience
Being Drunk
Drinking Buildings
Stratosphere in the daylight
Hard Rock Cafe
Drinking a Parrot
Buffet/Viva Las Vegas/Elvis Impersonator
Nudie show
Elvis Slots
Blackjack Table for at least a couple of hands
Family Feud Slots
Jacuzzi time
Magic Act
Bellagio water show
Friday, February 13, 2004
Talent Show!
My little Beyonce was awesome. They wore oversized white t-shirts with the collars cut out (a la Flashdance), jeans and saucy little hats with one side flipped up in a jaunty manner. Beyonce's was fuzzy and baby blue. I'm sure there's a name for those kind of hats, but I am clueless. I'm all about the shoes, hate most hats. Though I love my Icelandic wool hat from Spanky and all my baseball and bucket hats. Yeah, fashion plate, that is me.* Anyway, back to Beyonce. They did an adorable little hip-hop dance and there was much cheering. The best was when she saw me walk in and give me a big smile and ran and gave me a big hug. Made my night. Probably made my week actually. And apparently she also ran and told her mom that her Reading Buddy was here. And her friend (who sometimes joins us when her reading buddy bails) gave me a big hug as well. Her hat was fuzzy and pink. Awesome. So cute. I also got to meet her dad and talked to her mom as well whom I've met a few times. Really sweet people. Her Mom kept thanking me for coming. It seemed odd. I can't imagine not going. She was so excited about it, the school is a 10 minute walk from my office and it wasn't more than an hour and a half of my time. No brainer to me. But I am glad that Beyonce's Mom seems to like me.
The rest of the show was a kick. There were two other dancing groups (both of which included at least a bit of dancing to Sean Paul's Get Busy - hee) and lots of singing. And of COURSE a couple little girls singing My Heart Will Go On. This is the song that started the giggling fit which got my cousin Sassy and I in trouble at a talent show in Salem years ago. The girls actually didn't do a bad job on it, but I hate Celine and that movie and that song...
It was weird though. I felt a little out of place. Everyone else seemed to know each other and be chatting and laid back and all that. It was kinda like a little social hour between performances. And apparently I don't look like a NYC public school student, parent or teacher. But everyone was really sweet and polite. And it was a fun time. I just hope the pictures turned out. Y'all should just see her in her cute little hat.
My biological clock just started I think. Ooops.
*Sidenote: Did any of y'all have those fashion plate imprinting things as kids. Where you'd have the different plates with the heads, torsos, legs, feet of various women/outfits and could put them in combinations and then put paper over it and do a pencil rubbing to get a drawing of a girl that you could then color? I cannot remember what those were called. I LOVED mine and was totally anal retentive about my designing and coloring of these women/outfits. I loved this one girl with a short curly hairstyle that I always had to make strawberry blonde. And I would ONLY color with colored pencils because you couldn't get the subtlety needed with crayon or marker. I need help, don't I?
The rest of the show was a kick. There were two other dancing groups (both of which included at least a bit of dancing to Sean Paul's Get Busy - hee) and lots of singing. And of COURSE a couple little girls singing My Heart Will Go On. This is the song that started the giggling fit which got my cousin Sassy and I in trouble at a talent show in Salem years ago. The girls actually didn't do a bad job on it, but I hate Celine and that movie and that song...
It was weird though. I felt a little out of place. Everyone else seemed to know each other and be chatting and laid back and all that. It was kinda like a little social hour between performances. And apparently I don't look like a NYC public school student, parent or teacher. But everyone was really sweet and polite. And it was a fun time. I just hope the pictures turned out. Y'all should just see her in her cute little hat.
My biological clock just started I think. Ooops.
*Sidenote: Did any of y'all have those fashion plate imprinting things as kids. Where you'd have the different plates with the heads, torsos, legs, feet of various women/outfits and could put them in combinations and then put paper over it and do a pencil rubbing to get a drawing of a girl that you could then color? I cannot remember what those were called. I LOVED mine and was totally anal retentive about my designing and coloring of these women/outfits. I loved this one girl with a short curly hairstyle that I always had to make strawberry blonde. And I would ONLY color with colored pencils because you couldn't get the subtlety needed with crayon or marker. I need help, don't I?
Thursday, February 12, 2004
My parents are coming to visit and I'm freaking myself out. I want to clean everything perfectly but I don't have time for everything I want to do and so I do nothing. Well, not nothing, but still. Spanky (formerly a C friend who will totally complain about this nickname) tried to remind me that my parents will still love me if the catbox isn't cleaned, but no. Not Dad. A gross catbox will make him walk. He'll still love me if the vacuuming isn't done (though I'll have to hear about it forever) but the catbox will send him running for the hills. So that's the must do for tonight. And the rest I can probably do while they're here, with help even. I'm really looking forward to the visit. Three whole work-free days with the folks to chill, do home improvements, do a little sightseeing, eat most of the two thousand pounds of food I bought, finally set up my computer and iPod (yes, I AM the laziest woman alive, thanks for asking), things like that. I'm just looking forward to some family time.
I lost my first grandparent (not counting Grandma Carol whom I lost before I was even born) around this time six years ago. Nana. She didn't like mourning so I think she planned dying in the South around Mardi Gras. So the family would party some. And we did. And we missed her like hell. And my Papaw went a few years later. And then my Bz. And just this past Spring I lost Grandpa John. And right now Mom is down in Alabama basically saying goodbye to my great-aunt, Nana's sister. And it kinda hurts. Last night was really hard, thinking about it all. I've been so blessed to have a wonderful family that I'm close to, to have known six grandparents for the first 23 years of my life (therefore getting to know them all as people and not just awesome hug givers), to still have two wonderful grandmothers left at age 29, to have parents who are good to me and with me and with each other and happy. How lucky am I? But I guess sometimes, around this time of year, around the first of November and probably around Easter now, I just wish I were luckier. I wish that Nana could meet my children and love them like she loved me. I wish Grandpa John were around to pass judgment on my potential husband if I ever decide to go that route (and to nag me constantly if I don't). I wish Papaw were around to say "Mandy" in that wonderful, bursting voice of his. I wish Bz could take my money at cards still and tell me about how many mullet he caught. I wish Tommy and Mamaw could live forever. And my parents too. I just wish we were all together still. You know? And I have to stop this, because crying at work just isn't something I do and I'm not going to start today.
I feel kinda strange being so open and honest about my feelings in this thing, a freakin' blog open to the world. It's not something I'm comfortable doing at all really. Not outside the safety and security of my family. But it's something I'm trying out. We'll see if it works. If not I'll just go back to blabbing about the kitty litter. I know y'all love hearing about the kitty litter. Sex-ay!
I lost my first grandparent (not counting Grandma Carol whom I lost before I was even born) around this time six years ago. Nana. She didn't like mourning so I think she planned dying in the South around Mardi Gras. So the family would party some. And we did. And we missed her like hell. And my Papaw went a few years later. And then my Bz. And just this past Spring I lost Grandpa John. And right now Mom is down in Alabama basically saying goodbye to my great-aunt, Nana's sister. And it kinda hurts. Last night was really hard, thinking about it all. I've been so blessed to have a wonderful family that I'm close to, to have known six grandparents for the first 23 years of my life (therefore getting to know them all as people and not just awesome hug givers), to still have two wonderful grandmothers left at age 29, to have parents who are good to me and with me and with each other and happy. How lucky am I? But I guess sometimes, around this time of year, around the first of November and probably around Easter now, I just wish I were luckier. I wish that Nana could meet my children and love them like she loved me. I wish Grandpa John were around to pass judgment on my potential husband if I ever decide to go that route (and to nag me constantly if I don't). I wish Papaw were around to say "Mandy" in that wonderful, bursting voice of his. I wish Bz could take my money at cards still and tell me about how many mullet he caught. I wish Tommy and Mamaw could live forever. And my parents too. I just wish we were all together still. You know? And I have to stop this, because crying at work just isn't something I do and I'm not going to start today.
I feel kinda strange being so open and honest about my feelings in this thing, a freakin' blog open to the world. It's not something I'm comfortable doing at all really. Not outside the safety and security of my family. But it's something I'm trying out. We'll see if it works. If not I'll just go back to blabbing about the kitty litter. I know y'all love hearing about the kitty litter. Sex-ay!
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
I ordered about three thousand pounds of food from Fresh Direct which arrived last night. About a thousand pounds of that just went to kitty litter, but even so, two thousand pounds of food is quite a lot of food, and it barely fit into my kitchen. My fridge is crying to me. Crying. My poor adorable fridge (it really is a cute appliance with the sassy blue accents). I was wondering how I would eat it all, but then I remembered my folks will be here this weekend and we can get rid of at least the fresher stuff. And I got lots of the little snacky things Dad loves like hummus and potato salad and cheeses. Woo. And cokes for my Mom. Yeah, I'm a wild woman. Y'all are so jealous of my rock star life. Even Rock Star N** (actually, let's start going with the nickname thing here and dub her Rock Star Fran, oh yeah. Fran, if you don't like it, give me a holla') is jealous of my rock star life.
Speaking of the exciting things in my life, you are going to be soooo jealous when you hear about my Thursday plans. I'm going to a grade school talent show. Yes, I am the coolest woman y'all know. My little reading buddy (let's call her Beyonce*) and seven of her buddies will be doing a dance in this talent show and I'm going to support her because she's awesome. And apparently they all dance better than the actual Beyonce. And there will be special outfits. How can you say no to that? You just can't. It's impossible. And so I will go and watch lots of grade schoolers sing and dance and such because I adore my Beyonce. I think the dance is going to be to Baby Boy, but I'm not sure as I don't watch the MTV like I used to. Like when I was in grade school. Hee. MTV is sooooo 6th grade!
Beyonce (the reading buddy) is awesome. We do math together. What is better than doing math with a 9 year old girl once a week? Nothing. I'm sure things are different (better?) than when I was in grade school math class, but I'm so all over encouraging math and science interest in girls in school. It still seems like such a boy dominated and encouraged field. So we read some and do math some. She's pretty bright. She hates division still (oh how I remember those days) but loves subtraction and multiplication. We've been reading E's father's book (let's call E Charlotte, shall we?) and he mentions age a lot so that sets off more math. How much older than Suzanne or Miss Blanche is Mr. Boots? If I lived as long as Mr. Boots's father, how much longer do I have to live? Yesterday we figured out how old I was when Beyonce was born and when her brother was born and how old her mother was when I was born. Then we had to have a lecture about 39 not being old and only 80 being old and how her mother has about 51 years before she's old... There isn't so much math when we read the Mary-Kate and Ashley mysteries (books a friend gave me for reasons to embarrassing to discuss), but we DO count the number of times Mary-Kate says "whoa" in the one with the snowmonster. So that is something. Mary-Kate really needs to stop it with the whoas, let me tell you.
*I know Beyonce has an accent on her last e, but this blog won't let me do it. I tried.
Speaking of the exciting things in my life, you are going to be soooo jealous when you hear about my Thursday plans. I'm going to a grade school talent show. Yes, I am the coolest woman y'all know. My little reading buddy (let's call her Beyonce*) and seven of her buddies will be doing a dance in this talent show and I'm going to support her because she's awesome. And apparently they all dance better than the actual Beyonce. And there will be special outfits. How can you say no to that? You just can't. It's impossible. And so I will go and watch lots of grade schoolers sing and dance and such because I adore my Beyonce. I think the dance is going to be to Baby Boy, but I'm not sure as I don't watch the MTV like I used to. Like when I was in grade school. Hee. MTV is sooooo 6th grade!
Beyonce (the reading buddy) is awesome. We do math together. What is better than doing math with a 9 year old girl once a week? Nothing. I'm sure things are different (better?) than when I was in grade school math class, but I'm so all over encouraging math and science interest in girls in school. It still seems like such a boy dominated and encouraged field. So we read some and do math some. She's pretty bright. She hates division still (oh how I remember those days) but loves subtraction and multiplication. We've been reading E's father's book (let's call E Charlotte, shall we?) and he mentions age a lot so that sets off more math. How much older than Suzanne or Miss Blanche is Mr. Boots? If I lived as long as Mr. Boots's father, how much longer do I have to live? Yesterday we figured out how old I was when Beyonce was born and when her brother was born and how old her mother was when I was born. Then we had to have a lecture about 39 not being old and only 80 being old and how her mother has about 51 years before she's old... There isn't so much math when we read the Mary-Kate and Ashley mysteries (books a friend gave me for reasons to embarrassing to discuss), but we DO count the number of times Mary-Kate says "whoa" in the one with the snowmonster. So that is something. Mary-Kate really needs to stop it with the whoas, let me tell you.
*I know Beyonce has an accent on her last e, but this blog won't let me do it. I tried.
Monday, February 09, 2004
Apparently Vegas in two weeks just wasn't enough for me. I was dragged (kicking and screaming) to Mohegan Sun on Saturday and forced to gamble. It was horrible. Actually, it was kind of depressing. They only had TWO Elvis slot machines. Really, there's no joy in slots for me unless I have the chance of getting an Elvis video clip or getting my picture taken by the Family Feud nickel slots. Vegas is way cooler than the casinos of Connecticut.
Okay, so it ended up being a lot of fun. Free drink (only one alas), pizza and big beer at Lucky's Lounge (Vegas style, my ass!), wandering, mocking, good times. Sadly I missed E's birthday party, though. This happened the LAST time I was supposed to go to a party of hers. Not the gambling, but the being in CT too long after a board meeting. She's just gotta start planning better with these parties. 'Cause you know it's not really a party without me. Of course, it could also be another E's fault. I missed D's birthday party a while back because I was hanging with him so I don't know. I think between CT and the other E, there was just no chance I was making E1's party and I should've admitted that up front.
I really need to get nicknames for everyone I think. Too many Es and Ks in my world. And Bs. And Ss. Ugh. Anyone in my life want a particular nickname?
Sorry this one isn't so interesting. Not in much of a writing mood. Gambling obviously sucks away my creative juices.
Ew.
Okay, so it ended up being a lot of fun. Free drink (only one alas), pizza and big beer at Lucky's Lounge (Vegas style, my ass!), wandering, mocking, good times. Sadly I missed E's birthday party, though. This happened the LAST time I was supposed to go to a party of hers. Not the gambling, but the being in CT too long after a board meeting. She's just gotta start planning better with these parties. 'Cause you know it's not really a party without me. Of course, it could also be another E's fault. I missed D's birthday party a while back because I was hanging with him so I don't know. I think between CT and the other E, there was just no chance I was making E1's party and I should've admitted that up front.
I really need to get nicknames for everyone I think. Too many Es and Ks in my world. And Bs. And Ss. Ugh. Anyone in my life want a particular nickname?
Sorry this one isn't so interesting. Not in much of a writing mood. Gambling obviously sucks away my creative juices.
Ew.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
No one will go see Win a Date With Tad Hamilton! with me. So unfair. I'm not sure why I want to see it. It looks bad, I keep reading horrible things about it and yet, I still want to go. I think I just like that whole dumb romantic comedy that makes no sense and would just disturb me if it ever actually happened to me kinda movie. Which is wrong. I know. There are a TON of wonderful movies out there that I should throw my $10 at to support so that Hollywood makes more of those and less of the Tad Hamilton ones but I can't help it. I'm a sad, sad girl.
One who loves Ice Castles beyond reason (yeah, I had a crush on Marvin Hamlich as well as Robby Benson at that time and I really think that was the start of me having such odd, odd taste in sexy) and adores Silk Stalkings and thinks that Invasion of the Rock Aliens is a gem (which I purchased for a dollar along with Tuff Turf) and has Grease 2 on VHS AND DVD now (Cool Rider was my little 8 year old anthem - which probably explains my ridiculous motorcyle fetish that can't really be discussed here) and has seen most of Troy Donahue's movies (that one is SO Mom's fault) and made her friends watch First Wives Club last Sunday for a bit (though really only one arm had to be twisted on that one) and I just have to stop now. I'm upsetting myself.
I mock the tacky & the trashy of the world endlessly and yet I embrace it. Especially in TV, Movies, Magazines and anything that sparkles. Ugh.
One who loves Ice Castles beyond reason (yeah, I had a crush on Marvin Hamlich as well as Robby Benson at that time and I really think that was the start of me having such odd, odd taste in sexy) and adores Silk Stalkings and thinks that Invasion of the Rock Aliens is a gem (which I purchased for a dollar along with Tuff Turf) and has Grease 2 on VHS AND DVD now (Cool Rider was my little 8 year old anthem - which probably explains my ridiculous motorcyle fetish that can't really be discussed here) and has seen most of Troy Donahue's movies (that one is SO Mom's fault) and made her friends watch First Wives Club last Sunday for a bit (though really only one arm had to be twisted on that one) and I just have to stop now. I'm upsetting myself.
I mock the tacky & the trashy of the world endlessly and yet I embrace it. Especially in TV, Movies, Magazines and anything that sparkles. Ugh.
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