Sorry I haven't posted lately. I had a post about WRX's bday celebration the other weekend all ready to go when I decided that it sucked and desperately needs to be edited.
Then my boss gave me a metric ton of paperwork and accompanying responsibility, so I am up to my ears in actual work these days. So I'm playing catchup. On the bright side, work is going quite quickly these days.
So I'll try to catch up this week. And tell salacious stories about WRX's actual birthday, for which he will kill me. Hee hee.
Quote of the Day: "You want two tickets...to the gun show?" Ron Burgundy (Will Ferrell), Anchorman.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Chillin' Like a Villain
I really need to figure out something more clever to talk about today than spilling black bean soup all over my hand and mocking WRX for not knowing the back library of Jay-Z. Specifically the song “Big Pimpin’”, for the record since I’m not exactly the pre-eminent scholar of modern day hip-hop myself. Beastie Boys yes. Everyone else, not quite.
I guess I could rage about the weather, but it certainly doesn’t look like it’s about to change anytime soon. So much for skiing this weekend. And so much for taking my damned exam anytime soon. Marshall and I are starting to get irritated again, which is never a good thing. I was really hoping to take it before April this year. Argh.
Aside from that, the week’s been great. We had Social Club on Tuesday, which turned into quite the drinkup. The new parents made an appearance, as did most of the rest of the crew. It was a lot of fun to see everyone and even more entertaining to see Roche’s inability to figure out whom he could hit on to achieve the greatest degree of success. I’m going to hazard a guess that one of my closest friends is going to be pretty low on that scale. As my dad says, “Insanity is doing the exact same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.” He also says that “Hydrogen is not the most common element in the universe. It’s stupidity.”
I really am my father’s daughter sometimes.
Last night was spent hashing, which is something my knee didn’t particularly like, but the rest of my body seems to be just fine. The whole event was hilarious, particularly the part where we started from my old high school. Let’s just say that it’s my high school only in the sense that it bears the same name and is built on the same ground. Exactly nothing there now was there when I was. That’s a frightening thing to discover, let me tell you. The place looks more like the MAC than a high school. Go figure!
Quote of the Day: “Now can I get an encore, do you want more/Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy/So for one last time I need y'all to roar/Now what the hell are you waitin for/After me, there shall be no more/So for one last time, n---- make some noise.” Encore, Jay-Z.
I guess I could rage about the weather, but it certainly doesn’t look like it’s about to change anytime soon. So much for skiing this weekend. And so much for taking my damned exam anytime soon. Marshall and I are starting to get irritated again, which is never a good thing. I was really hoping to take it before April this year. Argh.
Aside from that, the week’s been great. We had Social Club on Tuesday, which turned into quite the drinkup. The new parents made an appearance, as did most of the rest of the crew. It was a lot of fun to see everyone and even more entertaining to see Roche’s inability to figure out whom he could hit on to achieve the greatest degree of success. I’m going to hazard a guess that one of my closest friends is going to be pretty low on that scale. As my dad says, “Insanity is doing the exact same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.” He also says that “Hydrogen is not the most common element in the universe. It’s stupidity.”
I really am my father’s daughter sometimes.
Last night was spent hashing, which is something my knee didn’t particularly like, but the rest of my body seems to be just fine. The whole event was hilarious, particularly the part where we started from my old high school. Let’s just say that it’s my high school only in the sense that it bears the same name and is built on the same ground. Exactly nothing there now was there when I was. That’s a frightening thing to discover, let me tell you. The place looks more like the MAC than a high school. Go figure!
Quote of the Day: “Now can I get an encore, do you want more/Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy/So for one last time I need y'all to roar/Now what the hell are you waitin for/After me, there shall be no more/So for one last time, n---- make some noise.” Encore, Jay-Z.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Hotel Rwanda and what happens now.
So I know that I got all heavy last week with the Alex Lowe stuff, but that’s not really going to change this week. I went and saw “Hotel Rwanda” last night with one of my friends from work, Dancer. She and I had both been talking about it and realized that no one else would probably go see it with us. Nor would we want to, as I discovered while watching the movie.
It’s an amazing piece of film. The acting is breathtaking, the story itself is shocking, and it’s a brutal experience. However, it’s necessarily brutal. Dancer and I both cried through quite a bit of the movie, as it is incomprehensible how humans can do these things to one another. The cinematography and the sets are absolutely stunning and it truly is visually arresting. Don Cheadle, yet another actor I would watch if he was reading the phone book, has this amazing ability to make you forget that he’s ever been in another movie. His character, Paul Rusesabagina, is the central point around whom the movie pivots. Everyone in this movie is like that. It almost feels like a documentary. It’s more interesting. It’s engaging, absorbing and completely visceral.
I’m adding some websites to the sidebar, because Dancer and I were discussing afterwards how it’s great that these movies get made, but the problem is that they get made a decade too late. We need to be focussing on issues that are going on right now, that we can affect right now. We discussed the situation in the Sudan, in Iraq, in Afghanistan and in Chechnya. There is unrest and bloodshed all over the world right now and the victims are being ignored. There’s an incredibly powerful line in the middle of “Hotel Rwanda” when Paul Rusesabagina (Don Cheadle’s character) finally understands that no one is coming for them. He instructs everyone who is staying at the Hotel des Mille Collines that they need to get on the phone and contact their powerful friends—anyone they can think of. Once they get them, they must explain the situation and essentially say goodbye, but to do so in such a way that it is as if they are reaching through the phone and offering their hand and if the person on the other end doesn’t grab that hand, the Rwandan will die. It’s a sobering and frightening moment.
Dancer made a good point though. What about the people who couldn’t get to the hotel? What about those who don’t have powerful friends?
Nearly 1,000,000 people died in Rwanda in 100 days. The violence finally ended in July, 1994.
Quote of the Day: There isn't one. I can't find an appropriate one.
It’s an amazing piece of film. The acting is breathtaking, the story itself is shocking, and it’s a brutal experience. However, it’s necessarily brutal. Dancer and I both cried through quite a bit of the movie, as it is incomprehensible how humans can do these things to one another. The cinematography and the sets are absolutely stunning and it truly is visually arresting. Don Cheadle, yet another actor I would watch if he was reading the phone book, has this amazing ability to make you forget that he’s ever been in another movie. His character, Paul Rusesabagina, is the central point around whom the movie pivots. Everyone in this movie is like that. It almost feels like a documentary. It’s more interesting. It’s engaging, absorbing and completely visceral.
I’m adding some websites to the sidebar, because Dancer and I were discussing afterwards how it’s great that these movies get made, but the problem is that they get made a decade too late. We need to be focussing on issues that are going on right now, that we can affect right now. We discussed the situation in the Sudan, in Iraq, in Afghanistan and in Chechnya. There is unrest and bloodshed all over the world right now and the victims are being ignored. There’s an incredibly powerful line in the middle of “Hotel Rwanda” when Paul Rusesabagina (Don Cheadle’s character) finally understands that no one is coming for them. He instructs everyone who is staying at the Hotel des Mille Collines that they need to get on the phone and contact their powerful friends—anyone they can think of. Once they get them, they must explain the situation and essentially say goodbye, but to do so in such a way that it is as if they are reaching through the phone and offering their hand and if the person on the other end doesn’t grab that hand, the Rwandan will die. It’s a sobering and frightening moment.
Dancer made a good point though. What about the people who couldn’t get to the hotel? What about those who don’t have powerful friends?
Nearly 1,000,000 people died in Rwanda in 100 days. The violence finally ended in July, 1994.
Quote of the Day: There isn't one. I can't find an appropriate one.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Idol Worship
I added a new link today under the “Useful Stuff.” It’s a link to the Alex Lowe Charitable Foundation. Alex Lowe was an amazing climber who died in an avalanche on Shishapangma in 1999. Dave Bridges, a photographer/climber, died in the same avy.
For a time, I idolized Alex Lowe. He was this amazing climber who seemed to be a supremely gifted athlete, but also an amazing human being. I would devour articles about him—not in a stalkerish way, but just reverently. He was someone who fascinated me.
Anyway, after he died, I put up this teensy webpage on my college server about him and got an email from his nephew, who shares his name. I about fell off my chair when I got it. At the time, I didn’t write back because I didn’t know what to say. It was an odd experience, for sure.
Either way, check it out. Let them know what you think. It isn’t the most professional looking website, but I like it. The pictures are good and the information is interesting. It doesn’t even scratch the surface of what I imagine Alex was really like, but it’s a fitting tribute to someone who was truly larger than life.
Quote of the Day: “If I die tomorrow, it would be useless to have been afraid today." Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War.
For a time, I idolized Alex Lowe. He was this amazing climber who seemed to be a supremely gifted athlete, but also an amazing human being. I would devour articles about him—not in a stalkerish way, but just reverently. He was someone who fascinated me.
Anyway, after he died, I put up this teensy webpage on my college server about him and got an email from his nephew, who shares his name. I about fell off my chair when I got it. At the time, I didn’t write back because I didn’t know what to say. It was an odd experience, for sure.
Either way, check it out. Let them know what you think. It isn’t the most professional looking website, but I like it. The pictures are good and the information is interesting. It doesn’t even scratch the surface of what I imagine Alex was really like, but it’s a fitting tribute to someone who was truly larger than life.
Quote of the Day: “If I die tomorrow, it would be useless to have been afraid today." Mark Helprin, A Soldier of the Great War.
Monday, January 10, 2005
Blizzard of Haaaaaas
Way low-key weekend, which is always nice. I got a ride with Bono and SecretSpy up to El Cabino on Friday after work. It was great, because we just chilled. Bono and I built a huge fire in the woodstove. We’re talking inferno here. He got up at one point while we were playing cards to stoke it and came back with a face so red it looked sunburnt. I called him Hellboy for a few minutes, but nobody else got it, so I stopped. Minnie and Ducky drove up and managed to plow the back of Ducky’s car into a ditch, but pushed it out and got up to the cabin safely. They brought tons of beer, and joined in our game of rummy, which SecretSpy totally dominated. We stayed up talking, listening to music and drinking cheap beer for hours. It was great. I even got my favorite bed, which rocked.
Saturday brought me a sweet lesson in the form of five middle schoolers who I had so much fun skiing all over Vista with and who I really hope I have next week. I didn’t have an afternoon lesson, so I ended up ratpacking with a bunch of people. NP and her husband Mock brought up their beautiful and teeny new baby, who is about the cutest thing ever. NP even let me hold her and she yawned and smiled at me. Cute!! I sure don’t want one of my own, but I’m totally in for playing with my friends’ babies! The ratpack was awesome—we just skied all over Shooting Star and had a blast. Likely had actually met up with us by that point and kept up. We had to abandon him for clinics, but he met up with us in the Stube again. The clinic itself was good. We worked with Eeyore on balance stuff that actually helped a lot. I skied a little bit with one of our Tech Teamers on Sunday and managed to dovetail all the information together. So now let’s see if I can apply it to my skiing!
Anyway, Likely met up with us in the bar and is now a Friend of Ski School. We celebrated NP’s birthday with beers and Eeyore managed to get her to take a shot of Jager. Good thing for pumps. Eeewww. We stuck around for quite some time and amassed quite the crew before YM and I bailed off to the cabin for some dinner before collecting Chitown and heading down to Eeyore’s. Once we were there, we just chilled with everyone, chatted, and drank beer before we got tired and the party broke up. We snuck back into the cabin and went to bed quickly…
…Only to be awoken by screaming at 3:50 am. First, Chitown started screaming. Which scared Minnie, who started screaming. Which scared Ducky, who started screaming. Which woke up the rest of the cabin and we poured into the living room to find out what all the screaming was about. Apparently Chitown thought something had jumped onto his neck. As in something small, with four feet, like a mouse. Now, don’t get me wrong. If something rodent-like had jumped onto my neck at 4am, I’d be screaming too. But it wasn’t me, so it’s really, really funny. After watching Chitown dance a little on the couch with the willies, we all calmed down and attempted to go back to bed. I was sharing a room with Canuck and dude snores.
We got up a few hours later, cleaned up the cabin and headed up to the hill. Joy and Likely were nice enough to call and warn us that we’d be stuck in traffic. Yay! I lucked out and got middle school programs for the second day in a row, so I got to ski all morning with Joy, Likely, Type A and Sprite before I broke off to ski with Bono and show up for lineups. I got a class full of never-evers, who I managed to get down Buttercup twice. With 15 minutes left of class, one of the other instructors came over to dump a kid off on me. This kid was 11, but could have played middle linebacker for the Ducks. He also had all the athletic coordination of the Stay-Puf Marshmallow man and was clingy to boot. Joyous. Fortunately I managed to get the class back in one piece before showing back up to my second lineup. Mayday sent me to help with a lost kid and managed to get roped into babysitting for the better part of an hour and a half. At least I got paid more than I ever did babysitting as a kid!
At one point, I was walking down the hall when Senor Muzzle went hustling by with a security guard and shouted over his shoulder that he thought his car had been stolen. Yikes!
After escorting the lost kids to their bus, I came back into the locker room and pestered one of the tech team guys to ski with me, so we took two runs and I came back in with Bono. SecretSpy got changed out and they went to get some food while they waited for me to get ready.
As the three of us walked out, we were talking about the bad karma involved with the theft of Senor Muzzle’s car and various other things when I looked up and said, “Isn’t that Senor Muzzle’s car? And isn’t that Senor Muzzle?” It was. His car hadn’t even been moved. He just couldn’t find it. And he’s so stubborn that he thought it was stolen before he thought maybe he’d just forgotten where it was parked. Awesome.
Got home, went to dinner with friends and came home to a viewing of “Confessions of a Teenaged Drama Queen.” So what did I do? Sat down and watched. Wow. Wayyy too sober for that.
Quote of the Day: “Damn the man. Save the Empire.” Mark (Ethan Embry), Empire Records.
Saturday brought me a sweet lesson in the form of five middle schoolers who I had so much fun skiing all over Vista with and who I really hope I have next week. I didn’t have an afternoon lesson, so I ended up ratpacking with a bunch of people. NP and her husband Mock brought up their beautiful and teeny new baby, who is about the cutest thing ever. NP even let me hold her and she yawned and smiled at me. Cute!! I sure don’t want one of my own, but I’m totally in for playing with my friends’ babies! The ratpack was awesome—we just skied all over Shooting Star and had a blast. Likely had actually met up with us by that point and kept up. We had to abandon him for clinics, but he met up with us in the Stube again. The clinic itself was good. We worked with Eeyore on balance stuff that actually helped a lot. I skied a little bit with one of our Tech Teamers on Sunday and managed to dovetail all the information together. So now let’s see if I can apply it to my skiing!
Anyway, Likely met up with us in the bar and is now a Friend of Ski School. We celebrated NP’s birthday with beers and Eeyore managed to get her to take a shot of Jager. Good thing for pumps. Eeewww. We stuck around for quite some time and amassed quite the crew before YM and I bailed off to the cabin for some dinner before collecting Chitown and heading down to Eeyore’s. Once we were there, we just chilled with everyone, chatted, and drank beer before we got tired and the party broke up. We snuck back into the cabin and went to bed quickly…
…Only to be awoken by screaming at 3:50 am. First, Chitown started screaming. Which scared Minnie, who started screaming. Which scared Ducky, who started screaming. Which woke up the rest of the cabin and we poured into the living room to find out what all the screaming was about. Apparently Chitown thought something had jumped onto his neck. As in something small, with four feet, like a mouse. Now, don’t get me wrong. If something rodent-like had jumped onto my neck at 4am, I’d be screaming too. But it wasn’t me, so it’s really, really funny. After watching Chitown dance a little on the couch with the willies, we all calmed down and attempted to go back to bed. I was sharing a room with Canuck and dude snores.
We got up a few hours later, cleaned up the cabin and headed up to the hill. Joy and Likely were nice enough to call and warn us that we’d be stuck in traffic. Yay! I lucked out and got middle school programs for the second day in a row, so I got to ski all morning with Joy, Likely, Type A and Sprite before I broke off to ski with Bono and show up for lineups. I got a class full of never-evers, who I managed to get down Buttercup twice. With 15 minutes left of class, one of the other instructors came over to dump a kid off on me. This kid was 11, but could have played middle linebacker for the Ducks. He also had all the athletic coordination of the Stay-Puf Marshmallow man and was clingy to boot. Joyous. Fortunately I managed to get the class back in one piece before showing back up to my second lineup. Mayday sent me to help with a lost kid and managed to get roped into babysitting for the better part of an hour and a half. At least I got paid more than I ever did babysitting as a kid!
At one point, I was walking down the hall when Senor Muzzle went hustling by with a security guard and shouted over his shoulder that he thought his car had been stolen. Yikes!
After escorting the lost kids to their bus, I came back into the locker room and pestered one of the tech team guys to ski with me, so we took two runs and I came back in with Bono. SecretSpy got changed out and they went to get some food while they waited for me to get ready.
As the three of us walked out, we were talking about the bad karma involved with the theft of Senor Muzzle’s car and various other things when I looked up and said, “Isn’t that Senor Muzzle’s car? And isn’t that Senor Muzzle?” It was. His car hadn’t even been moved. He just couldn’t find it. And he’s so stubborn that he thought it was stolen before he thought maybe he’d just forgotten where it was parked. Awesome.
Got home, went to dinner with friends and came home to a viewing of “Confessions of a Teenaged Drama Queen.” So what did I do? Sat down and watched. Wow. Wayyy too sober for that.
Quote of the Day: “Damn the man. Save the Empire.” Mark (Ethan Embry), Empire Records.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
How you like them apples, Oklahoma?
USC Trojans 55, Oklahoma Sooners 19. Boomer Sooner, my ass.
Once again, the BCS can bite me and the PAC-10, since we’ve proved once again that we rock the house. Hello? We sent in the second-stringers in the fourth quarter and still scored against one of the supposed “toughest defenses in college football.” Yeah, USC rocks.
Ordinarily I wouldn’t say that, but since I went to a PAC-10 college, I get to participate in the cheering and back-patting that goes along with a win like that. If it had been Oregon out there, I’d expect celebrations all over the West Coast just like the ones I saw last night. Yay! Particularly when it's celebrating proving Chitown's friends very, very wrong (especially the one who thinks PAC-10 football is high school caliber. Draw your own conclusions there.)
Either way, good for USC, good for Pete Carroll, and very good for Matt Leinart (side note: Boy is hot, for the record.) for kicking Oklahoma’s ass all over the field.
Oh, and Auburn? Shut the hell up.
Quote of the Day: “I think we proved tonight that we are the No. 1 team in the country without a doubt. No doubt.” Matt Leinart, USC quarterback.
Once again, the BCS can bite me and the PAC-10, since we’ve proved once again that we rock the house. Hello? We sent in the second-stringers in the fourth quarter and still scored against one of the supposed “toughest defenses in college football.” Yeah, USC rocks.
Ordinarily I wouldn’t say that, but since I went to a PAC-10 college, I get to participate in the cheering and back-patting that goes along with a win like that. If it had been Oregon out there, I’d expect celebrations all over the West Coast just like the ones I saw last night. Yay! Particularly when it's celebrating proving Chitown's friends very, very wrong (especially the one who thinks PAC-10 football is high school caliber. Draw your own conclusions there.)
Either way, good for USC, good for Pete Carroll, and very good for Matt Leinart (side note: Boy is hot, for the record.) for kicking Oklahoma’s ass all over the field.
Oh, and Auburn? Shut the hell up.
Quote of the Day: “I think we proved tonight that we are the No. 1 team in the country without a doubt. No doubt.” Matt Leinart, USC quarterback.
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Raising a toast to aspirations
Is it really 2005 already? Wow. Wasn’t it just 2000, like, two months ago?
I did make a few resolutions this year and if I manage to stick with one or two of them through February, I’m going to be proud of myself.
1. Take the partying back just a notch or three. I’ve been quite the party girl for the few years (and I mean that in a very good way. I’ve had quite a lot of fun, really.) However, I’ve reached a point in my life where partying is still fun, but I want to scale it back for a few important reasons.
2. Stand up straight. Mayday asked me if I had shrunk when I saw him on Sunday, so I want to make it a habit to stand up straight.
3. Make exercise a little less haphazard. I seem to squeeze in exercise whenever it’s convenient, rather than making it a regular habit.
4. Travel. Extensively. Really, really extensively. Possibly even learn to speak Australian. I already know that Foster’s is Australian for Budweiser.
5. Dress more femininely/professionally at work. I tend to tromp around in Doc Martens and bowling shoes more often than not, which is not the world’s cutest look. Plus, it’s an excuse to go shoe shopping. I also rarely wear skirts, but that’s more weather-related than anything else. It’s really difficult to get excited about standing out in the cold waiting for the bus in a skirt and nylons. Which I hate. Which I did this morning. I actually busted out my ski hat to wear on the way to work to conserve heat. So we’ll see how this one goes.
6. Do more with the new responsibilities I’m gaining at work. My boss is helping me by giving me more work and thus, I need to make it count. Cool.
7. Get my Cert II. Dammit. This is going to happen this year if it kills me. Which it just might.
Quote of the Day: “I can't believe that we would/lie in our graves/Wondering if we had/spent our living days well/I can't believe that we would/lie in our graves/Dreaming of things that we/might have been." Lie in Our Graves, Dave Matthews Band
I did make a few resolutions this year and if I manage to stick with one or two of them through February, I’m going to be proud of myself.
1. Take the partying back just a notch or three. I’ve been quite the party girl for the few years (and I mean that in a very good way. I’ve had quite a lot of fun, really.) However, I’ve reached a point in my life where partying is still fun, but I want to scale it back for a few important reasons.
2. Stand up straight. Mayday asked me if I had shrunk when I saw him on Sunday, so I want to make it a habit to stand up straight.
3. Make exercise a little less haphazard. I seem to squeeze in exercise whenever it’s convenient, rather than making it a regular habit.
4. Travel. Extensively. Really, really extensively. Possibly even learn to speak Australian. I already know that Foster’s is Australian for Budweiser.
5. Dress more femininely/professionally at work. I tend to tromp around in Doc Martens and bowling shoes more often than not, which is not the world’s cutest look. Plus, it’s an excuse to go shoe shopping. I also rarely wear skirts, but that’s more weather-related than anything else. It’s really difficult to get excited about standing out in the cold waiting for the bus in a skirt and nylons. Which I hate. Which I did this morning. I actually busted out my ski hat to wear on the way to work to conserve heat. So we’ll see how this one goes.
6. Do more with the new responsibilities I’m gaining at work. My boss is helping me by giving me more work and thus, I need to make it count. Cool.
7. Get my Cert II. Dammit. This is going to happen this year if it kills me. Which it just might.
Quote of the Day: “I can't believe that we would/lie in our graves/Wondering if we had/spent our living days well/I can't believe that we would/lie in our graves/Dreaming of things that we/might have been." Lie in Our Graves, Dave Matthews Band
Monday, January 03, 2005
Happy 2005!
Well, I have to do the weekend rundown as usual, but I also plan to post my New Year’s resolutions. Let me know what yours are too, since it might give me ideas.
Anyway, New Year’s was quite fun this year for a number of reasons, most of them involving drinking, laughing, dancing, and my friends making fun of each other. Friday was quite busy as I managed to oversleep before setting out to get estimates done on my car as I got rear-ended last week and am still fairly cranky about the whole thing. Oh well. At least it’s not my fault. I failed miserably, but did manage to have coffee with Mom, get at least one estimate, run some stuff over to Dad and finish some shopping that needed to be done. During that, I played phone tag with Chitown, Little Bird, and WRX as we tried to figure out what the actual itinerary for the night was going to be. After getting the final word from the Dutchman on his party, I picked up WRX and brought him over to my place to hang out while I got ready. I actually wore a dress, my friends. True story. It was strapless with black velvet over superdark blue and I wore my Fabulous Shoes. I also decided to put up my hair, since it was doing that weird Tawny-Kitaen-Whitesnake-floofy thing it sometimes does on dry days. Argh. God bless hairspray.
Anyway, after that we hit the store for necessary things like cheese, beer, wine, and crackers as well as a nice, phallic sandwich since I’d forgotten to eat dinner. We collected everything, paid, and headed over to the Dutchman’s brother’s house where the party was happening. We stuck around for quite a while just chatting, eating delicious food and watching the crew of dogs playing around.
Then it was off to Russe’s apartment for fabulous drinks courtesy of her lovely boyfriend Spartan. Plus, there was the added bonus of getting to see several friends from college, who I hadn’t seen in years. I walked into the apartment and got a huge hug from Ski Shop, who looks just like he always did and continues to hit on me like it’s his job. Also in attendance were Humvee and Artemis, who have been together forever and are so, so much fun. Artemis was getting ready in the bathroom when I got there and was so surprised to see me. So fun. Ski Shop and Humvee kept running in and out of the bedroom with different clothes on before settling on a really super sparkly suit and a pinstripe pimp suit, respectively. They changed more than I did. Little Bird and Libbie made it over to the party as well and had a good time before we all broke for the bars. Little Bird drove because she had to move her car pre-First Run anyway. We tried giving her directions, but she still managed to drive us over the river and had to double back. I thought Ski Shop’s head might explode.
The Fez was hilarious and wonderful. Spartan nearly got into a fight with the coat check girl, so we ended up stashing all of our coats in the corner rather than checking them. How a coat check fills up on a cold-ass night in December spells poor planning to me. Shortly before midnight, Chitown and his friend M-Series joined us, which was both good and bad. Good because it was fun to see them, but bad because WRX doesn’t really like M-Series anymore. That’s a funny story, but I might get my ass kicked for relating it here. Either way, there was much dancing, much drinking and much kissing as we rang in the New Year. After that, we decided to change club locations to Russe’s favorite gay dance club. Awesome. Drag shows, dancing, more drinking and glow bracelets. Hard to be upset with that. Fortunately, all this debauchery was followed by a trip to Taco Bell, which we sorely needed. That in itself was hilarious, as Ski Shop’s friend A decided he didn’t really need to cover up his genitals and the other guys decided that an impromptu, half-assed Chinese fire drill was a good idea. I’m surprised that Akira didn’t kill all four of us.
We finally dragged ourselves back to Russe’s, drank some water, spread the Taco Bell wealth around, and chilled before Akira offered WRX and I space to crash at his place, which was right around the corner. Well, I’ll take a couch over the floor anytime, so I exiled WRX to the floor and got to enjoy a comfy, leather couch to sleep on. We both woke up hungover and decided to lay around chatting before bugging Akira and heading back over to Russe’s for waffles and mimosas. We stayed at Russe’s for the rest of the day watching football, 80s movies, and laying around eating and making fun of each other. Ski Shop laid it on thick most of the day, which earned him endless mocking from the rest of us, and I got to be bitchy and get away with it, which was great fun. Oh I forgot to mention that at this point, I am still wearing my dress, my cute black Christmas blouse and scrubs. So cute, let me tell you.
Around 8, WRX and I decided we’d had about as much fun as we could stand as well as 36 straight hours on contact lenses, so I drove him home, went home to shower and clean up, and then met the crew out for dinner in Chinatown. For the record, the lo mein I had was much better the next day for lunch.
Sunday, I got a ride to the mountain with Bono and SecretSpy, who got engaged over the break! Yay! The day itself was spent skiing my tail off on reasonably good snow, since the weather’s been sort of cooperating yesterday. It was beautiful and sunny all day, though cold. I showed up for lineups and didn’t get a lesson, even though I volunteered for one when DB asked. I spent most of the day on Cascade and Shooting Star and ratpacked whenever I got a chance, which was pretty much all afternoon. While on Cascade in the morning, I managed to hit a rock so hard that it popped my ski off and I faceplanted. Fortunately, it was a faceplant kind of day, since Canuck double ejected and faceplanted, Bono did the same thing down Roach Bowl and another gal crashed and burned during our clinic. Apparently Joy took a chunk out of her chin on a rock, so that sucks.
It’s truly winter now—back to a seven day workweek and sore knees for the next two months. Rock on.
Quote of the Day: “I was alone/I was all by myself/No one was looking/I was thinking of you/Oh yeah, did I mention/I was all by myself.” All By Myself (Secret track), Green Day.
Anyway, New Year’s was quite fun this year for a number of reasons, most of them involving drinking, laughing, dancing, and my friends making fun of each other. Friday was quite busy as I managed to oversleep before setting out to get estimates done on my car as I got rear-ended last week and am still fairly cranky about the whole thing. Oh well. At least it’s not my fault. I failed miserably, but did manage to have coffee with Mom, get at least one estimate, run some stuff over to Dad and finish some shopping that needed to be done. During that, I played phone tag with Chitown, Little Bird, and WRX as we tried to figure out what the actual itinerary for the night was going to be. After getting the final word from the Dutchman on his party, I picked up WRX and brought him over to my place to hang out while I got ready. I actually wore a dress, my friends. True story. It was strapless with black velvet over superdark blue and I wore my Fabulous Shoes. I also decided to put up my hair, since it was doing that weird Tawny-Kitaen-Whitesnake-floofy thing it sometimes does on dry days. Argh. God bless hairspray.
Anyway, after that we hit the store for necessary things like cheese, beer, wine, and crackers as well as a nice, phallic sandwich since I’d forgotten to eat dinner. We collected everything, paid, and headed over to the Dutchman’s brother’s house where the party was happening. We stuck around for quite a while just chatting, eating delicious food and watching the crew of dogs playing around.
Then it was off to Russe’s apartment for fabulous drinks courtesy of her lovely boyfriend Spartan. Plus, there was the added bonus of getting to see several friends from college, who I hadn’t seen in years. I walked into the apartment and got a huge hug from Ski Shop, who looks just like he always did and continues to hit on me like it’s his job. Also in attendance were Humvee and Artemis, who have been together forever and are so, so much fun. Artemis was getting ready in the bathroom when I got there and was so surprised to see me. So fun. Ski Shop and Humvee kept running in and out of the bedroom with different clothes on before settling on a really super sparkly suit and a pinstripe pimp suit, respectively. They changed more than I did. Little Bird and Libbie made it over to the party as well and had a good time before we all broke for the bars. Little Bird drove because she had to move her car pre-First Run anyway. We tried giving her directions, but she still managed to drive us over the river and had to double back. I thought Ski Shop’s head might explode.
The Fez was hilarious and wonderful. Spartan nearly got into a fight with the coat check girl, so we ended up stashing all of our coats in the corner rather than checking them. How a coat check fills up on a cold-ass night in December spells poor planning to me. Shortly before midnight, Chitown and his friend M-Series joined us, which was both good and bad. Good because it was fun to see them, but bad because WRX doesn’t really like M-Series anymore. That’s a funny story, but I might get my ass kicked for relating it here. Either way, there was much dancing, much drinking and much kissing as we rang in the New Year. After that, we decided to change club locations to Russe’s favorite gay dance club. Awesome. Drag shows, dancing, more drinking and glow bracelets. Hard to be upset with that. Fortunately, all this debauchery was followed by a trip to Taco Bell, which we sorely needed. That in itself was hilarious, as Ski Shop’s friend A decided he didn’t really need to cover up his genitals and the other guys decided that an impromptu, half-assed Chinese fire drill was a good idea. I’m surprised that Akira didn’t kill all four of us.
We finally dragged ourselves back to Russe’s, drank some water, spread the Taco Bell wealth around, and chilled before Akira offered WRX and I space to crash at his place, which was right around the corner. Well, I’ll take a couch over the floor anytime, so I exiled WRX to the floor and got to enjoy a comfy, leather couch to sleep on. We both woke up hungover and decided to lay around chatting before bugging Akira and heading back over to Russe’s for waffles and mimosas. We stayed at Russe’s for the rest of the day watching football, 80s movies, and laying around eating and making fun of each other. Ski Shop laid it on thick most of the day, which earned him endless mocking from the rest of us, and I got to be bitchy and get away with it, which was great fun. Oh I forgot to mention that at this point, I am still wearing my dress, my cute black Christmas blouse and scrubs. So cute, let me tell you.
Around 8, WRX and I decided we’d had about as much fun as we could stand as well as 36 straight hours on contact lenses, so I drove him home, went home to shower and clean up, and then met the crew out for dinner in Chinatown. For the record, the lo mein I had was much better the next day for lunch.
Sunday, I got a ride to the mountain with Bono and SecretSpy, who got engaged over the break! Yay! The day itself was spent skiing my tail off on reasonably good snow, since the weather’s been sort of cooperating yesterday. It was beautiful and sunny all day, though cold. I showed up for lineups and didn’t get a lesson, even though I volunteered for one when DB asked. I spent most of the day on Cascade and Shooting Star and ratpacked whenever I got a chance, which was pretty much all afternoon. While on Cascade in the morning, I managed to hit a rock so hard that it popped my ski off and I faceplanted. Fortunately, it was a faceplant kind of day, since Canuck double ejected and faceplanted, Bono did the same thing down Roach Bowl and another gal crashed and burned during our clinic. Apparently Joy took a chunk out of her chin on a rock, so that sucks.
It’s truly winter now—back to a seven day workweek and sore knees for the next two months. Rock on.
Quote of the Day: “I was alone/I was all by myself/No one was looking/I was thinking of you/Oh yeah, did I mention/I was all by myself.” All By Myself (Secret track), Green Day.
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