Ahhhh Scheiße!

You ever have just one of those days? I am having one. Not that I have done anything that would cause this to be a Moanday, but things are just bugging me. I know I need to check myself before I wreck myself, as I am the only one who suffers from my bad attitude… but sometimes people just begin to wear on your nerves… but that is another bitch for another day…


My weekend started on Friday hanging out with LaLo and her friend Chuck. It was “Laguna Appreciation Night / Holiday Festivities” and all of the shops on our main street opened there doors into the evening and served wine (the real motivation to go). After visiting, meeting new friends at dinner (how could I not make nice with the guys that arrived to the restaurant next to us, complete with their own flask) we went dancing…

LaLo and I were the only two people on the dance floor initially. I decided to take it upon myself to go up to the DJ and tell him that he wasn’t playing the right music to get the crowd involved. I recommended some songs (I am sure he was appreciative) and began to rally other patrons to dance (starting with this cute group of girls… get the girls out there and the boys will follow)… in no time the dance floor was full.

I awoke Saturday to a hurting head… shortly later I went down to LaLo’s where Chuck opened up an email forward he received from a friend… I will not go into grave detail about the nastiness that ensued… but I left after about 30 seconds to puke. I am all for kinky, but this was WRONG. LaLo has repeatedly told me, she will never be the same person after watching the entire 3 minutes and 10 seconds of that. Germans are some sick mutha effers… (please note: the title of this blog).

At brunch on Saturday, I learned that Chuck is a producer for NPR. I asked him to give me shout out today. He laughed and ensured me that would fit right into their genre.

LaLo and I went to my company Christmas dinner Saturday night. As I was leaving my house, my roommate looked at me and said that they were not going to recognize me. Generally at work you will find me: hair in ponytail, no make-up and multiple layers of sweaters on, as Onion keeps it so chilly. (I am wearing two sweaters in addition to my top today.) Saturday night I wore my “I Saw Jesus” little black dress with the zipper-adjustable side slits (that continued to creep higher and higher up as the evening… and alcohol consumption… progressed), knee-high boots, hair done and make-up. It was a whole new world… I was so not stoked to go, but I was able to hang out with Banana and his husband all night (no not a misprint... these men are so in love and have been together for nearly 24 years. I shall refrain from my soap-box now about the injustice of the "law" stating who should and should not be married), a good time was had.

I awoke Sunday morning, still in my little black dress, head hurting and craving any form of non-alcohol-liquid I could get my hands onto, and down my throat. I had a lazy day of football watching and random test-taking… wallowing in the sorrow if my self induced pain…

I HATE HATE HATE the BCS. Rusty put it well...


Random Insert... I had a boy tell me this weekend, "You know you're going to marry me." I responded by laughing hysterically. He said, "Umm, that's not the response I was looking for." Oh. Oops. My bad.