What the hell...
Fridays in the afternoon can be dangerous on the computer for me. I tend to find many things too funny, and then feel the need to share these things with others. By Monday morning I return to my office, and nearly grimace over the stupid things sent out in mass emails to my friends. Mind you most of them are great, however they can at times be a little off color.
The joy of a blog, I have discovered, is that at anytime you may edit it. So relying upon this important tidbit...
This weekend is rapidly approaching. Plans have been made, lazy days have been arranged. I'm a little apprehensive to look forward too much to the weekend with unabated anticipation as I don't think any weekend in the near future will top last weekend. By far one of my top five weekends.. ever. At least of the best that I can rememeber as of late. And with good stories to tell about it- even if the are about me.
The biggest lesson learned this last weekend. Paint all of your toenails. This is important. Especially when you don't think it shall matter... allow me to explain myself- without making me sound too...
Last Saturday night I had high hopes of doing many things. Primarily I had thought I would be going to Palm Springs. This fell through at the last minute so with utter lack of motivation I crawled into my PJ's in front of the TV, almost glad to have a night to relax after going out fairly big on Friday night. As I watched the tele and my roommate, LJ, ironed her clothes we received a call around 11pm asking us to go out. We weren't going to, but we decided it was Saturday night, the guy calling is super hot, his friends are hotter- so why not? We set a record for getting ready. Pony-tailed, no make-up and pajama's was transformed into hair/make-up and heels in no time at all. The only problem with this quick assembly was that my toenails weren't painted, and I didn't have the time to paint and wait for the to dry. So instead I came up with the genius idea that I should put on my heels, and only paint the four toenails that you could see, omitting the pinky toenail on either foot. A fool proof plan, as "Who was going to see them any way?".
We went out, went to a couple bars, and ended up hooking up with some friends at the last bar. Actually they are LJ's friends that I kinda know. By the last bar we were feeling good. Actually really good. Prior to leaving the apartment LJ made sure that I grabbed the flask, a necessity for the night- although I am still trying to remember why. I didn't want to take it into the bar, but LJ said she would carry it. I vaguely remember looking over at her at one point (we were talking to different people) and she was talking wildly with her hands, holding the flask. Now I am not sure what bar if any would allow a person to bring in their own flask and drink from it. So the gentlemen that she was talking with told her that she should put it away. LJ explained to them that she couldn't put it away, as she was talking so much that she was finding a hard time to take a drink. This makes sense, no? So she continued to flail and proceded to send the flask skidding across the crowded bar floor. She ran after it hollering "My flask, I need my flask!" Needless to say she was asked to put it away by people with more authority than our friends.
Now my recollection of this last bar is honestly a bit hazy. I remember looking up at one point and LJ was waving goodbye, so I said that I was coming. She said not to worry about it as the guy I was talking to (one of our friends) would get me home. Apparently we had a breakdown in communication and he thought that this meant his home. I realized this as the taxi drove past my street. We got back to his place (dear Lord this doesn't sound good) andI just went and laid down- to fall asleep and nothing more. (disclaimer disclaimer disclaimer) I took off my shoes, and he immediately asked to see my feet. Now friends, I ask, of all the nights, in all the world, why would it happen to be on the one night that I have sloppily put myself together and painted a mere four toenail on each foot I would end up hanging out with someone with a crazy foot-fetish??? He was adamant to see them, I was adamant not to show him and quickly buried my feet below the covers and drifted off into regaining-sobrietyland.
I awoke the next morning in the headache filled reality of "Where the hell am I?" The previous evening came back rapidly and I got up to call my roommate to come get me (the walk of shame is never fun... or so I've heard). As I got up I looked at the end of the bed only to see that my feet had been uncovered, and his glasses were lying next to them. I am not sure if you have ever seen Road Trip (see it!) but it completely reminded me of the bus scene where Beth awoke only to find some guy attempting to suck on her toes. I grabbed my things, my eight painted toenails and waited on the curb for my roommate, as the productive people of the world walked by with their dogs. Joyful joyful.
Hope you have a fabulously event filled weekend...
Listening to "Winter" by Joshua Radin. Check him out.
The joy of a blog, I have discovered, is that at anytime you may edit it. So relying upon this important tidbit...
This weekend is rapidly approaching. Plans have been made, lazy days have been arranged. I'm a little apprehensive to look forward too much to the weekend with unabated anticipation as I don't think any weekend in the near future will top last weekend. By far one of my top five weekends.. ever. At least of the best that I can rememeber as of late. And with good stories to tell about it- even if the are about me.
The biggest lesson learned this last weekend. Paint all of your toenails. This is important. Especially when you don't think it shall matter... allow me to explain myself- without making me sound too...
Last Saturday night I had high hopes of doing many things. Primarily I had thought I would be going to Palm Springs. This fell through at the last minute so with utter lack of motivation I crawled into my PJ's in front of the TV, almost glad to have a night to relax after going out fairly big on Friday night. As I watched the tele and my roommate, LJ, ironed her clothes we received a call around 11pm asking us to go out. We weren't going to, but we decided it was Saturday night, the guy calling is super hot, his friends are hotter- so why not? We set a record for getting ready. Pony-tailed, no make-up and pajama's was transformed into hair/make-up and heels in no time at all. The only problem with this quick assembly was that my toenails weren't painted, and I didn't have the time to paint and wait for the to dry. So instead I came up with the genius idea that I should put on my heels, and only paint the four toenails that you could see, omitting the pinky toenail on either foot. A fool proof plan, as "Who was going to see them any way?".
We went out, went to a couple bars, and ended up hooking up with some friends at the last bar. Actually they are LJ's friends that I kinda know. By the last bar we were feeling good. Actually really good. Prior to leaving the apartment LJ made sure that I grabbed the flask, a necessity for the night- although I am still trying to remember why. I didn't want to take it into the bar, but LJ said she would carry it. I vaguely remember looking over at her at one point (we were talking to different people) and she was talking wildly with her hands, holding the flask. Now I am not sure what bar if any would allow a person to bring in their own flask and drink from it. So the gentlemen that she was talking with told her that she should put it away. LJ explained to them that she couldn't put it away, as she was talking so much that she was finding a hard time to take a drink. This makes sense, no? So she continued to flail and proceded to send the flask skidding across the crowded bar floor. She ran after it hollering "My flask, I need my flask!" Needless to say she was asked to put it away by people with more authority than our friends.
Now my recollection of this last bar is honestly a bit hazy. I remember looking up at one point and LJ was waving goodbye, so I said that I was coming. She said not to worry about it as the guy I was talking to (one of our friends) would get me home. Apparently we had a breakdown in communication and he thought that this meant his home. I realized this as the taxi drove past my street. We got back to his place (dear Lord this doesn't sound good) andI just went and laid down- to fall asleep and nothing more. (disclaimer disclaimer disclaimer) I took off my shoes, and he immediately asked to see my feet. Now friends, I ask, of all the nights, in all the world, why would it happen to be on the one night that I have sloppily put myself together and painted a mere four toenail on each foot I would end up hanging out with someone with a crazy foot-fetish??? He was adamant to see them, I was adamant not to show him and quickly buried my feet below the covers and drifted off into regaining-sobrietyland.
I awoke the next morning in the headache filled reality of "Where the hell am I?" The previous evening came back rapidly and I got up to call my roommate to come get me (the walk of shame is never fun... or so I've heard). As I got up I looked at the end of the bed only to see that my feet had been uncovered, and his glasses were lying next to them. I am not sure if you have ever seen Road Trip (see it!) but it completely reminded me of the bus scene where Beth awoke only to find some guy attempting to suck on her toes. I grabbed my things, my eight painted toenails and waited on the curb for my roommate, as the productive people of the world walked by with their dogs. Joyful joyful.
Hope you have a fabulously event filled weekend...
Listening to "Winter" by Joshua Radin. Check him out.
posted by hannahhas @ Friday, March 11, 2005
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