It's completely awesome that I will now have some scars on the inside of my right wrist from a 6 year old....I would post a picture or two, but they aren't turning out. Oh well, it's not like there won't be anymore in the future. HA!
So tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Tomorrow I will be working. This year is the first year I will be completely without my family for all of the holidays. I'm not sure how this will work out for me. At least tomorrow I'm scheduled to work so it's not a big issue. I'll be too preoccupied to think about anything else, but the downside is that Thanksgiving is the only holiday I like. Christmas is incredibly hard for me and this year my family will not even be around. I might pick up a shift at work, but I'm not sure if that will pan out. If I don't work I can sit home in my bathrobe and watch 24 hours of A Christmas Story on TNT. That wouldn't be so bad, I guess.
Last weekend a bunch of coworkers and I went out (WEIRD!). We started at a place called Barcode. It was alright except 3 things: 1. They did not have Midori 2. They charge approximately 3 zillion dollars for a drink and 3. No Smoking inside the establishment. Either way it was okay because I drank Black and Tans instead of Midori and someone bought a couple of them for me and we were near the door so we could easily go in and out. After some time a few of us decided to migrate to another place not too far (I can't remember the name of the place, but I do vaguely remember proposing to the door guy) So we have a drink or so there then H gets a text saying we need to come back to Barcode because everyone else has shown up. So we head back. At this point I don't remember a large portion of the rest of the night, but I do remember that we went BACK to where we had just left. This time D and I were walking arm in arm holding hands (so to keep each other upright and moving in a forward motion) and we were going to take on EVERYONE. There was a girl sitting on the sidewalk talking on her cell phone....D says to her: "Are you okay?" she answers "Oh, yeah I'm totally fine, thanks!" D responds "Well you better get the hell up off the street then, girl" then I chime in "We should TCP her!" Then D and I continue on how we could take on every person that we walk by, and we tell them so. I would love to share about the rest of the night after that, but it gets a little fuzzy. I do think I remember someone saying that A fell down on the sidewalk, but I couldn't verify this story. For all I know Jesus could have came out of the sky and fell down in front of me and I probably tried to CCP him. I'm just sayin.
It was another night on Planet Awesome.
H and I were talking on Monday and we are taking this week off. We are going to make a true attempt at being Normal. We are not going out after work this week; instead on Sunday there will be Turkey dinner at her house, then Monday she will come hang out with my Aunt and I and some friends of our family, then Tuesday her and I will eat at Applebees and catch a matinee.
This plan may or may not work out for us.
If it does go as planned then next week we will have some making up for lost time to do...
So until our week of normalcy concludes I have a book staring at me telling me I need to be reading it.
s.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Nevermind Your Face, Planet Awesome, A Grilled Cheese Sandwich and Dance Dance Revolution
I'm a little late in posting so here's an update on the Birthday Marathon.
Sunday the 4th: Marathon day. We start the marathon a little later than the usual Noon or so. I meet H, C, and A down at Spirits (a super DIVE bar about a block away from H's house) at 1400. We start with a shot or two and a drink. I decided that I needed to put food in my stomach as I knew that it needed something to cushion the absurd amount of liquor that would soon be spilling into it. I had been craving a grilled cheese for a couple of weeks and figured now was the perfect opportunity to quench said craving. So I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and fries. "I can't make a grilled cheese, we don't have a grill" said the bartenderman. H and I looked at each other with shock and disbelief. I said fine and opted for a cheeseburger instead. Now it didn't dawn on me until like 8 hours later when I was starving (because aforementioned cheeseburger was LESS than satisfying -- I took 3 bites and couldn't finish it!) that I turned to H and said "How can they NOT make a grilled cheese sandwich, but they can make a Goddamn CHEESEBURGER?!?! This still baffles me, but I'm getting ahead of myself. We leave said establishment shortly thereafter and head to the Sandy Hut. There V and N join our festivities. We have a few rounds there with no real incidents to speak of.
We then head to Union Jacks because at 1900 who DOESN'T want to see boobies? We arrive and all are feeling quite warm from the drinks and get a table. As we drink and talk the conversation leads to work (which is inevitable since we all work together), then we take stock in the fact that it is inherently wrong on several different levels that we are talking about work in the setting that we were in. We finish our drinks and leave. We venture to BOG where N buys me a double shot that sends me from happily drunk to near wasted. V and I proceed to have outrageous conversations that were barely recalled (on my behalf) the next day. By this time H has called work trying to get in touch with another coworker and convince him that we are on Planet Awesome and he needs to join us....He, for some reason, chose to go home.
At this point V and C decide they are going their separate ways and N, H, A and I try and figure out where to next. We decide that its only 2300 so we should cross the river and sing some karaoke. We get to the Boiler Room and I am so hungry I could eat my own face off. At this point H decides she's going to sprint around the block to find me a grilled cheese sandwich, because it is, after all, my birthday and all I want is a fucking GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH. It is now that we realize the senselessness of the situation at bar #1. H comes back with nothing to show for her sprint around downtown. So we drank. N decides to take the situation into his own hands. "I'm going to find you a fucking grilled cheese if it's the last thing I do. Order me a Jameson. I'll be back." And so I did. At this point we go outside to smoke (H and I; A stayed in to watch our stuff). We come back in to find A being hit on by some lesbians and someone sitting on H's stool. H taps stool stealer on the shoulder and asks him to move. He moves one seat over and nicely places himself on MY stool. I looked at him, like he had 9 heads I'm sure, and said "Sit somewhere that's NOT here. These are all taken" H states "You CAN'T sit here". The lesbian talking to A apologizes on her friends' behalf then follows A outside to smoke. At this point N shows back up with the best grilled cheese sandwich I've ever eaten IN MY LIFE and then decides that he wants to sing Woomp There it Is and us girls are his "backup bitches". I never made it to stage because I was laughing too hard. N signed up for some sweet karaoke under the name: NeverMindYourFace instead of writing his own name down because, well, "I didn't feel like writing my name, but had already written down the N" he said to us the next day as we recapped the night. So there was singing and then more singing and then they closed. I should interject a moderately cloudy memory that is surfacing: at some point, I think it was slightly before the Boiler Room we stopped off somewhere and played Dance Dance Revolution...FYI: Up and Down arrows on the game are NOT interchangeable....I lost.
We headed to a little establishment a couple blocks down. H decided it was imperative that she sprint/jog the whole way there. She almost made it, but there was a something -- we don't know what it was, but it WAS something (I SAW it!) that made her trip a little bit at the curb. No worries. We get inside the bar. We grab a table. N goes to the bar to order some drinks. "I'll have 4 shots of Tequila". Bartenderman says to N: "Is one of those for the girl who just fell down?"..."I'll have 3 shots of Tequila and a water." So there we were sitting at the table and N is helping H clean up her now slightly bleeding knee. Next thing we know due to some VERY FAULTY manufacturing, H has fallen out of her chair. I'm not kidding, these chairs were ridiculously unstable to begin with!! We left within minutes. Head back to N's house and somewhere around 0400 fall into a coma-like state.
Monday morning (my actual birthday) we head to Starbucks (STAT) then back to our respective cars. I go home and shower then head back to H's for a couple of drinks before my family shows up in town.
All in all it can be summed up by saying that if one would like to see what Planet Awesome is, then he should spend a day with us. Just give us ONE day; just one marathon and you will wonder how you ever got by without us.
Sunday the 4th: Marathon day. We start the marathon a little later than the usual Noon or so. I meet H, C, and A down at Spirits (a super DIVE bar about a block away from H's house) at 1400. We start with a shot or two and a drink. I decided that I needed to put food in my stomach as I knew that it needed something to cushion the absurd amount of liquor that would soon be spilling into it. I had been craving a grilled cheese for a couple of weeks and figured now was the perfect opportunity to quench said craving. So I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and fries. "I can't make a grilled cheese, we don't have a grill" said the bartenderman. H and I looked at each other with shock and disbelief. I said fine and opted for a cheeseburger instead. Now it didn't dawn on me until like 8 hours later when I was starving (because aforementioned cheeseburger was LESS than satisfying -- I took 3 bites and couldn't finish it!) that I turned to H and said "How can they NOT make a grilled cheese sandwich, but they can make a Goddamn CHEESEBURGER?!?! This still baffles me, but I'm getting ahead of myself. We leave said establishment shortly thereafter and head to the Sandy Hut. There V and N join our festivities. We have a few rounds there with no real incidents to speak of.
We then head to Union Jacks because at 1900 who DOESN'T want to see boobies? We arrive and all are feeling quite warm from the drinks and get a table. As we drink and talk the conversation leads to work (which is inevitable since we all work together), then we take stock in the fact that it is inherently wrong on several different levels that we are talking about work in the setting that we were in. We finish our drinks and leave. We venture to BOG where N buys me a double shot that sends me from happily drunk to near wasted. V and I proceed to have outrageous conversations that were barely recalled (on my behalf) the next day. By this time H has called work trying to get in touch with another coworker and convince him that we are on Planet Awesome and he needs to join us....He, for some reason, chose to go home.
At this point V and C decide they are going their separate ways and N, H, A and I try and figure out where to next. We decide that its only 2300 so we should cross the river and sing some karaoke. We get to the Boiler Room and I am so hungry I could eat my own face off. At this point H decides she's going to sprint around the block to find me a grilled cheese sandwich, because it is, after all, my birthday and all I want is a fucking GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH. It is now that we realize the senselessness of the situation at bar #1. H comes back with nothing to show for her sprint around downtown. So we drank. N decides to take the situation into his own hands. "I'm going to find you a fucking grilled cheese if it's the last thing I do. Order me a Jameson. I'll be back." And so I did. At this point we go outside to smoke (H and I; A stayed in to watch our stuff). We come back in to find A being hit on by some lesbians and someone sitting on H's stool. H taps stool stealer on the shoulder and asks him to move. He moves one seat over and nicely places himself on MY stool. I looked at him, like he had 9 heads I'm sure, and said "Sit somewhere that's NOT here. These are all taken" H states "You CAN'T sit here". The lesbian talking to A apologizes on her friends' behalf then follows A outside to smoke. At this point N shows back up with the best grilled cheese sandwich I've ever eaten IN MY LIFE and then decides that he wants to sing Woomp There it Is and us girls are his "backup bitches". I never made it to stage because I was laughing too hard. N signed up for some sweet karaoke under the name: NeverMindYourFace instead of writing his own name down because, well, "I didn't feel like writing my name, but had already written down the N" he said to us the next day as we recapped the night. So there was singing and then more singing and then they closed. I should interject a moderately cloudy memory that is surfacing: at some point, I think it was slightly before the Boiler Room we stopped off somewhere and played Dance Dance Revolution...FYI: Up and Down arrows on the game are NOT interchangeable....I lost.
We headed to a little establishment a couple blocks down. H decided it was imperative that she sprint/jog the whole way there. She almost made it, but there was a something -- we don't know what it was, but it WAS something (I SAW it!) that made her trip a little bit at the curb. No worries. We get inside the bar. We grab a table. N goes to the bar to order some drinks. "I'll have 4 shots of Tequila". Bartenderman says to N: "Is one of those for the girl who just fell down?"..."I'll have 3 shots of Tequila and a water." So there we were sitting at the table and N is helping H clean up her now slightly bleeding knee. Next thing we know due to some VERY FAULTY manufacturing, H has fallen out of her chair. I'm not kidding, these chairs were ridiculously unstable to begin with!! We left within minutes. Head back to N's house and somewhere around 0400 fall into a coma-like state.
Monday morning (my actual birthday) we head to Starbucks (STAT) then back to our respective cars. I go home and shower then head back to H's for a couple of drinks before my family shows up in town.
All in all it can be summed up by saying that if one would like to see what Planet Awesome is, then he should spend a day with us. Just give us ONE day; just one marathon and you will wonder how you ever got by without us.
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