27 posts tagged “friends”

We drank a lot.  Not as much as we had planned....well, maybe Leslie did:)  That's really all I can say about this portion of our adventures, so enjoy the pictures.

Leslie is in town, and she and I met up with Isaac at the pub.  It was a sloooow night; there were maybe thirty people in the entire place, and it was karaoke night, too!  I remember years ago, you could barely move around on karaoke nights.  Things change.  I'm sure between the smoking ban and gas prices, no one really bothers driving over anymore. 

Had to grab food afterward.  Leslie totally bitched out some drunk-ass teenager who tried to sit at our table...she even threatened to call the cops.  It was insane.  And hilarious.  I told her she was a bad-ass.

One more day until Austin!

With Kristi out of town and this weekend's socializing already past (beers @ Cheddar's with Jessica, Yesi, Julie, and Kristan), I'm settling in for a nice quiet night with some fluffy rom-coms. 

I've already seen 27 Dresses, but I liked it enough to watch it again.  I spent the day wandering around and trying out some stores that friends of mine have suggested for earrings.  Fell in love with the Mink Box, and somehow managed to walk out of there with three bracelets, a necklace, and a pair of awesome earrings for ten bucks.  Some women have a thing for shoes, some for purses....I have a serious addiction to cheap, gaudy earrings.  I probably have fifty pairs, and I'm not satisfied:)  The way I see it, I'd rather be remembered as "the chick with hamburgers hanging from her ears" than "the girl who manages to make an ass out of herself all the time".  Although, I guess some people might think I'm an ass for wearing hamburger earrings.  In case you're wondering, I have not yet procured said hamburger earrings, but I found a pair online that I'm going to get a little later on.

Back tomorrow with a much more bloggy blog.  I've got thoughts that have been stewing for a few days, and I'm itching to get them out.

We've decided to switch hotels in Austin.  The Omni is beautiful and ritzy, but I mentioned the other day that I'd like to hang out in SoCo, and Leslie did some research and found us this kitschy little place literally down the street from everything we want to do.  Julia Roberts and Sandra Bullock have both stayed there, and we got the VERY LAST ROOM.  Must be pretty awesome.  I'm just happy that we won't have to worry about sobering up to drive after hitting Sixth Street, and we can just stumble on back to the room. 

Oh, and it's listed as a "Green Hotel"!  Yay for that!

Look at all the stuff there is to do!  Coffee shops, galleries, boutiques, fresh produce, bars, clubs, music, food, AGH!!

I'm prepared to fall in love with Austin again.  Who knows...between Dallas, Ft. Worth, Austin, and San Antonio, I might find a place to set some roots down someday.

That's a quote from Kristi, uttered while we were all sitting in a Whataburger parking lot at 2am, too scared to go home because we'd just been completely freaked out by The Strangers.  I have a splitting headache now and I'm afraid to turn off the lights and go to bed, lest a scary man with a potato sack over his face sneak in and kill me for the fun of it.

In other news: apparently, I still look young enough to have 18-year-olds give me their numbers.  Cute ones, the kind that shop at Hollister, but like I've mentioned before, if I can't have a (legal) drink with them, I'm not even going to go there.  He acted and looked a bit older, was very nice, and we had a hilarious conversation about music (he made fun of me and I made fun of him), but thanks to MySpace and the fact that he put his last name on the little slip of paper, I looked him up, found his age, and quickly deposited his number in the garbage.   Sorry.  *shrug*  It's still quite flattering, though, and lifted my mood enough to make my shift go by super fast.

I really should be asleep, but I know I'll end up huddled under the covers with a pair of kitchen shears in my hand.  As if that's going to do any good.

I was sitting over at a friend's house tonight, enjoying some lovely coffee with a healthy splash of Bailey's, when I get a text from a number that I kinda recognize.  It says, "Come up to the pub ;-)".  I think for a moment, then it hits me.  I've seen that number before...and it's Date Guy.  I haven't talked to him AT ALL in like, two months.  What the hell? 

I didn't respond, since he and I were not exactly compatible.  But here's the sorta funny kicker...I was at his sister's apartment, which made it slightly weird.  I don't think he knows we're friends.  I think we're gonna keep it that way. 

Got my bathing suit tonight, but I couldn't find the one I wanted, so I got this one:

It actually looks pretty fab, if I may say so.  Gotta kick up the walks/jogs a little and get rid of the last of the flab.  I'm very happy with it.  Let me be honest...I've never worn anything this skimpy before.  Ever.  Should be a unique experience.

I'm proud of myself for getting so much done today.  Took my car in for a tune-up (she's such a good girl), got the bathing suit and some other stuff, got my Dad a gift for Father's Day, dropped off an insurance payment, picked up my check at the music store, donated plasma, rented a couple of movies I've wanted to see...a very good day.

I think this is a pretty good list of our plans in the capital next month.

• visit my sister
• go shopping
• watch some live music
• get trashed on Sixth Street, then try some public transportation
  
• stay in a kick-ass four star hotel (and it was CHEAP)
  
• watch some bats at the Congress Ave. bridge and try not to get pooped on
• more shopping
• swimming (our hotel has the largest pool in the city!)
• take corny touristy photos
• oooh, we should play some frisbee golf!
  
• walk a lot
• shop some more
• make fun of locals
• see some celebrities?  Austin seems to be a hip place right now.
  
• sit in a coffee shop until we've "solved the world's problems"

If anyone wants to tag along or meet us there, let us know so we can sneak you into the hotel in our luggage.

Let's flash back momentarily to a Friday night in January.  Kristi and Lindsay took me out for my first official Girls' Night Out.  I hadn't yet been clubbing, and we ended up sitting at a table and taking in the scene.  At some point, a few drinks later, I lost track of them, and was manhandled onto the dance floor by some skeezy old guy with a mullet and rank beer breath.  I was not happy.  I escaped after about a minute, apologetically explaining that I had promised the girls that I would stick close by, but he somehow managed to track me down and give me his phone number.  I pitched it in the garbage bin as soon as he turned around.  Yuck.

We'll flash forward a bit, this time into April, I believe.  A large group of us, all girls except for Anita's husband Richard, are out at the same club, dancing and playing pool.   The same guy came over and as soon as I saw him, I hightailed it into the ladies' room, leaving some of my pals confused as to why I had suddenly run away.  On the way, I passed Kristi and she had seen him, too, and nodded in agreement.  A few minutes later, she came in and said that he was gone, but not before asking Richard if any of us purty ladies were single.  Thankfully, Richard said something along the lines of, "They're all married or gay."  God bless you, Richard.  I borrowed Jess' wedding band for extra insurance in case he came back.  I doubt he would have remembered me, anyway...he had been pretty far gone that night in January.

Today, while stopping at my favorite gas station on the way to work to pick up some gum and a drink, a man cornered me by the chips and bean dip.  I recognized him immediately, and tried my best to shove my large sunglasses back over my eyes.

"I don't mean to be rude, but you sure are a beautiful woman."

Oh, god.  Dammitdammitdammitdammit.

I think I said thank you, but my survival instincts kicked in and I somehow managed to run to the counter, pay for my purchases, and get the hell out of there.  It's a blur.   I do remember calling Kristi while turning onto Front Street...I had to tell someone, and she was one of the only ones who knew the whole story.  I really, really, hope he didn't recognize me, and I hope he's not intelligent enough to figure out that I frequent that gas station.  I really like that place, and I know the people there.  At least I'd have backup in case he decided to put his greasy paws on me again.

Why can't I run into the hot ones?

I had originally planned to only take one class this semester, but the more I think about it, the more I want to take two instead.  Yes, it'll be expensive (I'm still considered an out-of-stater until January, plus the FAFSA disappointment).  I'm considering taking two Tuesday/Thursday classes...I figure it'll be nice if I want to go out of town for a weekend, and not have to worry about throwing luggage in the trunk and speeding away after school.

Here's my plan: one yucky-yucky-get-it-out-of-the-way class (Math), and one fun class (History).  A friend of mine has offered to tutor me in math (apparently, he's a genius) in exchange for sexual favors one of my kidneys cigarettes.

Freshman orientation is in July, and it looks like it's going to suck.  The description reads: Two days of fun, activities, prizes, and new friends!!  I don't particularly want to stand around with a bunch of teenagers and their parents and play idiotic "let's get to know each other" games.  I doubt I'll be making many friends since I'm just there for an decent education, plus I'm an old biddy compared to most of them.  Quite alright...I prefer to be able to get legally plastered with my buddies, thanks.

Oooh, maybe I should go Greek!  Yeah, that'd be fabulous!  Kappa Kappa BARF!!

We had a mini Crazy Insane Movie Night over at Kristi's last night/this morning.  After sitting in the B&N parking lot playing the "I don't know, what do you want to do?" shrugging match for half an hour, we rented Dawn of the Dead and 27 Dresses (totally opposite ends of the spectrum, yeah?  That's how we roll.), dropped by Friday's for a beer, were hit on by a man IN HIS FORTIES with this line: "Any chance I talked to the two of you last week?"  We said, "No.  Not.  A.  Chance." and he left.  Can a girl get a drink in peace these days?

Back to the movies.  Dawn of the Dead is the third zombie movie that Kristi has gotten me hooked on (the others are 28 Days Later and Shaun of the Dead).  I can't stand gory movies, and boy, is this one overflowing in the buckets-of-blood department.  Skulls exploding, arteries ripping...there's even a little zombie baby birthing.  The characters are what made this movie for me, and not just because Michael (Jake Weber) is yummy.  They managed to put together a group that's believable, and by that, I mean that a lot of movies these days give us these steroetypes (the blonde bombshell, the asshole, the angel, the tough guy).  In this film, unlike the others, every single person in that mall could be someone you know.  No one has superpowers, no one's been trained by the Navy Seals.  I don't know; it's refreshing, and I don't believe there are too many horror flicks you can say that about.

As far as I could tell, 27 Dresses was great, predictably cute and bubbly and sweet, and I really look forward to eventually seeing it in its entirety.  The disc was screwed up and wouldn't play, and after trying for ages to just skip to the next chapter, we just skipped to the end.  Favorite part: the fact that they played "Be Here Now" by Ray LaMontagne at a pivotal moment.  That just makes me happy.   I didn't realize how much time had passed, but when we finished up the final scene and I grabbed my stuff to head home, I opened the front door and the sun was rising.  I finally crawled under my covers at sometime around six this morning, then got up to go to work at noon.  I'm too old for this, I think.

I can't remember the last time I went this long without posting anything.  I'm so tired, and I'm been spending what little free time I have getting other stuff done and trying to keep myself healthy.  I've got a lot to share, but I can't really put things in correct order, so this is all going to sound a bit jumbled.

Sex and the City was great. Hilarious!  About ten of us went to the 10pm showing at the new theater, which is very nice.  The line was ridiculous, wrapping around the hallway.  We'd already paid for our tickets in advance and were able to get there early enough to get great seats all together.  Saw some people that I went to high school with, but they didn't see me.  Thank goodness.  I took some pictures...I'm not posting them because I wasn't able to ask everyone if it was okay to blog them.  I work with most of them, and I certainly don't want to piss anyone off:)

Earlier that same night, I was at my machine and a couple of my coworkers dropped an entire basket of batches on the top of it.  Initially, I thought they were just waiting until someone could pass them out equally between everyone.  Ten minutes pass, then fifteen, and no one picks any up.  In fact, they keep dropping off more batches.  That's when I realized that they were fucking with me.  I just kept on working, acting like nothing was the matter, until one of the guys came up and said, "You're going to be able to finish these up before 9:15, right?"  I looked up, purposefully wide-eyed and innocent, and replied, "No, I'm new, and I don't think I could.  Sorry!"

I think they were sad that I didn't fall for it, and apparently, everyone in the office knew what was going on.   I turned around and started laughing...prompting Yesi to hold up her phone and say, "I even got a picture!!!"  Funny stuff.

Tyler's smoking ban started today, prohibiting smoking in public places (unless you're at least 20 feet from any windows and entrances).  This pisses me the hell off.  Most smokers don't stand in front of people and blow smoke in their faces; we remove ourselves to a corner or something, and exhale straight up.  Yeah, I'm trying my best to quit, but damn!  Brandy, Kristi and I are going to make t-shirts that say, Hey, Tyler City Council....SUCK MY BUTT!!

Whatever.

Oh, I saw the best license plate ever yesterday:  SPORK 1

Spork!!!!  The single greatest invention ever!  How else can we eat KFC mashed taters?!