In years past, my Halloween costumes have been very simple. Witch hat= witch. Orange shirt= pumpkin. Animal mask= gopher. You get the idea.
I have never really elaborated past one item to make the costume. Usually, I run out to Party City, the week of, and pick something out.
Last year, we did a group deal so as everyone else dresses as characters from Caddyshack, I was the gopher. And I was darned cute, too---if I can so.
This year, I knew what I wanted to be for months now and Halloween could not get here any faster. I was determined to be Alex, the Flashdance girl. I wanted to be her but her in her steel workers outfit. Cute?!?
I thought about it and it seemed I needed overalls (check); boots (check); a military-style short jacket (check); and a miners/steelworkers mask with Alex written across it. I'd curl my hair crazy and dirty up my face with make-up.
Difficult?!?!
After learning my plan, people informed me that people would have a hard time knowing what my costume is. I was in denial. Then I thought about it and thought about, hmmm...maybe.
Then it occurred to me, since I was so determined to be Alex, I could be her, but her in the sweatshirt. The infamous sweatshirt scene when she pulls her bra off without taking off the shirt and the guys mouth drops. Flashdance all the way!
I already have red heels, so all I needed was a sweatshirt. Look at this picture. Looks easy, right?
First mistake I made was thinking that I needed a sweatshirt 4 times bigger than me (and a dollar more than smaller sizes at Wal-Mart). So I bought a XXL. You'd think the cut of it is straight across the neckline, as I did. When I tried it on again, the neck hole was so big, the shirt just falls off me.
Drat!
Second trip to Wal-Mart. I did some research (thanks, Bev) online, found some directions. They said to buy a fitted shirt and cut a diagonal line from one shoulder to the other side's arm.
My only hesitation is with a fitted shirt, it would be shorter, showing more of my fanny to the public...then, again Halloween is the one year, that women get to let their inner hoe out the bag. I bought the XL this time.
I did just as the directions said and maybe its me, because its been awhile since Home-ec. But I'm just not good at the scissor/sweatshirt deal. Not only did it fall off me, but one side of my body was completely exposed.*
Raving mad and annoyed by the video playing in the background on my television (yeah I watched Flashdance to get me in the mood), I ran back out to Wal-Mart. Let me add, Wal-Mart is hella far from where I live and the dumb Targets are not carrying plain grey sweatshirts in their inventory, that are cheap.
This is supposed to be an easy costume.
Third sweatshirt, size Large (my poor butt will freeze and I'm sure some guy will be entertained), oh well. This time I just used my own directions, ignored the video, and snipped only the collar off---VOILA!
Finally...
now if you have suggestions for my exposed rear, that'd be great. Keep in mind I'm trying to stay as close as possible to the real deal---so jeans and pants will not work!!
*Bev, I even did the small cuts first, then kept snipping to tailor it. No luck.
Wednesday, October 26
Monday, October 24
Guess Who is Back?
I'm back.
Sorry I have been gone for so long. I've been working my fanny off, for real. Last week had me hand delivering 42 personalized gift boxes to our local clients.
This meant that I spent half the day driving around Dallas and Fort Worth, and everything in between. Most stops had me small talking with the client--for most this was the first face to face interaction with the girl they speak to on the phone: me!
As much fun as it could have been, it wasn't. In and out of the car, boring 40 minute drives, mid-day traffic (are there that many people with nothing to do in the middle of the day?), and lack of a lunch. UGH.
At one stop, a woman thought I was a courier and wanted to tip me. Yeah, time to find a new job!!
Then it was off to Lubbock for an AWC conference.
I've been to Lubbock before, way back in the late 90's, for a football game. Meaning, I was drunk and didn't pay attention. We could have been in Canada for all I knew.
Never before had I been in Lubbock. Let's talk about flat.
The drive from the airport to the hotel, gave me a great view of the other side of town. Seriously, that's how flat it was.
My hotel sucked. Un-vacuumed floors, maids who didn't listen, front desk people with bad directions, a first floor room, bad room service, and a floor full of un-ruly soccer players.
As much as I adore a good looking soccer player, whoa I think that's an oxymoron because I have, yet to meet an ugly soccer player, whom is male.
The soccer team made me feel old (er).
They were so loud and rambuncuos. I had to call the front desk several times to complain. Wasn't it just the other day when it was I, on the other side, being part of the loud group?
I kept calling because I think I was the only one in the hotel trying to watch "Hope and Faith" and "Erin Brokevich" on a Friday night, in a hotel room.
Before you say, why didn't you go out? Let me tell you, I tried, I really did. Thursday night I went out to the Depot District.
I didn't want to bear it alone after dark on a Friday night, even though it is Lubbock. Then Saturday the AWC group was heading out for a hay-bale ride (what fun!). While in line to board the purple tequila bus to take us there, the conductor (?) was taking tickets and my company decided that it was too much for me to go and failed to register me for the fun night out. Yeah...new job?!?
I was stuck with the hotel restaurant food (the barbeque plate) and bad Friday night TV, which led to me succumbing to the power of ordering a movie for $12.99---what a freaking rip off!!
Must Love Dogs was kinda cute.
It was different to see Dermot Mulrunney as a jerk, but he was a sweet surprise, I had no clue he was in the film. Nor did I know about Stockard Channing. The people I did know was Elizabeth Perkins, who by the way had very little screen time I was screaming for more. And John Cusack--okay for a picky actor, he should did pick an odd role.
That was that, being Lubbock.
I'm back now and promise to update daily once again.
I swear if I could stay home and do nothing for at least one weekend before the end of the year, I will be so happy. That ain't happening--next week is San Antonio (beware--that is the warning!) and the weekend after that is Waco, TX for the UT-Baylor game. Hook 'Em.
Sorry I have been gone for so long. I've been working my fanny off, for real. Last week had me hand delivering 42 personalized gift boxes to our local clients.
This meant that I spent half the day driving around Dallas and Fort Worth, and everything in between. Most stops had me small talking with the client--for most this was the first face to face interaction with the girl they speak to on the phone: me!
As much fun as it could have been, it wasn't. In and out of the car, boring 40 minute drives, mid-day traffic (are there that many people with nothing to do in the middle of the day?), and lack of a lunch. UGH.
At one stop, a woman thought I was a courier and wanted to tip me. Yeah, time to find a new job!!
Then it was off to Lubbock for an AWC conference.
I've been to Lubbock before, way back in the late 90's, for a football game. Meaning, I was drunk and didn't pay attention. We could have been in Canada for all I knew.
Never before had I been in Lubbock. Let's talk about flat.
The drive from the airport to the hotel, gave me a great view of the other side of town. Seriously, that's how flat it was.
My hotel sucked. Un-vacuumed floors, maids who didn't listen, front desk people with bad directions, a first floor room, bad room service, and a floor full of un-ruly soccer players.
As much as I adore a good looking soccer player, whoa I think that's an oxymoron because I have, yet to meet an ugly soccer player, whom is male.
The soccer team made me feel old (er).
They were so loud and rambuncuos. I had to call the front desk several times to complain. Wasn't it just the other day when it was I, on the other side, being part of the loud group?
I kept calling because I think I was the only one in the hotel trying to watch "Hope and Faith" and "Erin Brokevich" on a Friday night, in a hotel room.
Before you say, why didn't you go out? Let me tell you, I tried, I really did. Thursday night I went out to the Depot District.
I didn't want to bear it alone after dark on a Friday night, even though it is Lubbock. Then Saturday the AWC group was heading out for a hay-bale ride (what fun!). While in line to board the purple tequila bus to take us there, the conductor (?) was taking tickets and my company decided that it was too much for me to go and failed to register me for the fun night out. Yeah...new job?!?
I was stuck with the hotel restaurant food (the barbeque plate) and bad Friday night TV, which led to me succumbing to the power of ordering a movie for $12.99---what a freaking rip off!!
Must Love Dogs was kinda cute.
It was different to see Dermot Mulrunney as a jerk, but he was a sweet surprise, I had no clue he was in the film. Nor did I know about Stockard Channing. The people I did know was Elizabeth Perkins, who by the way had very little screen time I was screaming for more. And John Cusack--okay for a picky actor, he should did pick an odd role.
That was that, being Lubbock.
I'm back now and promise to update daily once again.
I swear if I could stay home and do nothing for at least one weekend before the end of the year, I will be so happy. That ain't happening--next week is San Antonio (beware--that is the warning!) and the weekend after that is Waco, TX for the UT-Baylor game. Hook 'Em.
Monday, October 17
Don't Think
I could've thought about it, missed my flight and not have gone to Austin or I could stop thinking and just go.
Someone said that to me last night, but before we get to that, betcha want to know more about Phoenix, oh, wait, Chandler.
It wasn't that exciting until I went to Mexico and all Hell broke loose.
My mother's grand opening went really well; we hired a band and had tons of food and drinks. Way too many drinks.
Me and my brother went on a quick trip to Wal-Mart---
Oh but no trip to Wal-Mart is ever quick. Two days before I spent close to two hours in a Wal-Mart; shopping, talking on the phone to Bev, and supposedly 'working'. Chandler has Wal-Marts up its butt; seriously, there were two within 4 blocks of each other, but everyone there is older, so what can you expect?
Anyway, the party was a hit.
I was so happy it was over. All the painting, furniture assembly, and phone calls made me tired. As you know, sleep is for the week.
It was just now Saturday and one of my mother's medical assistants invited me to go home with him (it's not like that) to Nogales.
Did I think? No, I just went, me and my brother.
Here's a tip from me to you: when you go to Mexico, make sure that you have your driver's license on the way back. I didn't have mine and it was not a ton of fun trying to get back into the country, but it was easier than you'd think. They better get working on this wall.
Just kidding.
Not only was I missing my license, but also my debit card (and my only form of money) and my mother's company credit card. Oops!!
Sunday, which I thought was the 15th, I was ready and packed up to come back to Dallas.
Since it wasn't the 15th and all my return flights were on the 15th...I missed those flights and was forced to pay the going rate for 2 flights back home. Since I was avoiding DFW International and the Wright Amendment, I had to buy the ticket to El Paso and then El Paso to San Antonio.
Two of the funnest airports, ever...not.
To add to the fun, I had to be specially screened by TSA since I lost my license.
While stuck in the most boring airport, ever, in El Paso I caught up with Bev and her birthday party, that I missed out on. Boo hoo.
But thanks to the earpiece technology, I was able to talk to her while texting Rugby Michael. He kept asking questions like when I was I getting to San Antonio and such.
I boarded the plane, texted my answers back to him, hung up with Bev and enjoyed the flight talking Wright Amendment to a pilot who was a passenger onboard.
When it was time to put our cell phones back on, in San Antonio, I turned my on to discover a whole lot of messages from Rugby Michael. Instead of listening to him I called him back. Yes, I'm one of those people on the plane that just cannot wait to get off to talk on my cell phone.
Michael told me this; "Why don't you miss your flight to Dallas and come to Austin for the night?"
Uhm...
"Well you can either sit there and think about it, miss your flight, and not come or you can not think and get over here"
Oooh kay when you put it like that. I loved that he said it like that, what could I do? But go...right?
I went for two reasons, I am that ballsy and he paid for the ticket.
This boy gets cuter and cuter each time I see him.
He took me to PF Changs...I know, I know, a chain, but Austin is the best one ever, I swear!!
Let's just say I flew back this morning, sleepless...
Someone said that to me last night, but before we get to that, betcha want to know more about Phoenix, oh, wait, Chandler.
It wasn't that exciting until I went to Mexico and all Hell broke loose.
My mother's grand opening went really well; we hired a band and had tons of food and drinks. Way too many drinks.
Me and my brother went on a quick trip to Wal-Mart---
Oh but no trip to Wal-Mart is ever quick. Two days before I spent close to two hours in a Wal-Mart; shopping, talking on the phone to Bev, and supposedly 'working'. Chandler has Wal-Marts up its butt; seriously, there were two within 4 blocks of each other, but everyone there is older, so what can you expect?
Anyway, the party was a hit.
I was so happy it was over. All the painting, furniture assembly, and phone calls made me tired. As you know, sleep is for the week.
It was just now Saturday and one of my mother's medical assistants invited me to go home with him (it's not like that) to Nogales.
Did I think? No, I just went, me and my brother.
Here's a tip from me to you: when you go to Mexico, make sure that you have your driver's license on the way back. I didn't have mine and it was not a ton of fun trying to get back into the country, but it was easier than you'd think. They better get working on this wall.
Just kidding.
Not only was I missing my license, but also my debit card (and my only form of money) and my mother's company credit card. Oops!!
Sunday, which I thought was the 15th, I was ready and packed up to come back to Dallas.
Since it wasn't the 15th and all my return flights were on the 15th...I missed those flights and was forced to pay the going rate for 2 flights back home. Since I was avoiding DFW International and the Wright Amendment, I had to buy the ticket to El Paso and then El Paso to San Antonio.
Two of the funnest airports, ever...not.
To add to the fun, I had to be specially screened by TSA since I lost my license.
While stuck in the most boring airport, ever, in El Paso I caught up with Bev and her birthday party, that I missed out on. Boo hoo.
But thanks to the earpiece technology, I was able to talk to her while texting Rugby Michael. He kept asking questions like when I was I getting to San Antonio and such.
I boarded the plane, texted my answers back to him, hung up with Bev and enjoyed the flight talking Wright Amendment to a pilot who was a passenger onboard.
When it was time to put our cell phones back on, in San Antonio, I turned my on to discover a whole lot of messages from Rugby Michael. Instead of listening to him I called him back. Yes, I'm one of those people on the plane that just cannot wait to get off to talk on my cell phone.
Michael told me this; "Why don't you miss your flight to Dallas and come to Austin for the night?"
Uhm...
"Well you can either sit there and think about it, miss your flight, and not come or you can not think and get over here"
Oooh kay when you put it like that. I loved that he said it like that, what could I do? But go...right?
I went for two reasons, I am that ballsy and he paid for the ticket.
This boy gets cuter and cuter each time I see him.
He took me to PF Changs...I know, I know, a chain, but Austin is the best one ever, I swear!!
Let's just say I flew back this morning, sleepless...
Wednesday, October 12
All I Want to Do is Sleep
Reasons I don't live in Arizona: It is HOT and everyone here acts like they are 75 years old.
Or is that just me?
Getting here was a pill in itself.
My connecting flight out of San Antonio was delayed. Oh yeah, I know I live in big city Dallas but thanks to a Wright Amendment, I refuse to travel half an hour just to get out of town. It's not so much the drive to the airport that gets me, its the drive back. I don't know about y'all but when I get off a flight I want to be home in 10 minutes flat.
Love Field is 5 minutes from my apartment, so until that law is lifted, I have to connect in other cities. Where was I?
I was stuck in San Antonio International Airport and it was killing me. Why was every vendor and store closed at 8 o'clock, why? Even the anticipated Rosario's--closed. McDonald's--Closed. Mini book store--closed. It was a ghost town and the only citizens were the cleaning crew, the 11 passengers on my flight, and the Southwest counter crew. That's when I had to deplete my cell battery by playing "What Not to Wear" with my camera phone.
San Antonio is a melting pot for this game.
All I have to say is: Red velour track suit. Not the J-Lo kind but the Wal-Mart kind, high waters, and the cheapie sneakers that matched the suit. I don't know what was worse the red and white sneaks or the suit itself. And the woman had VPL.
You know what those are: Visible Panty, oh I just cannot finish saying it!
ACK! My eyes hurt.
I finally made it to Phoenix, 10:00 local time, which is midnight my time.
I was beat but my mom was in true form. Every time I come to visit; she takes me on this ever long tour of what is new in Chandler. Chandler is a fairly new division of town, so everything is new. But my mom has to show me, the 'new' Target, the 'new' Wal-Mart, the 'new' Walgreens and has to tell me how if I remember the last time I was here it was farmland.
OH GOSH.
She kills me and the way she points them out, its like I never seen a Target before.
I thought that once we got home it would be over, wash face, change clothes, hit the bed--any bed, I didn't care. I was wrong.
The last time I was here, my mother's house was brand new, about a month old. That was sometime ago.
I already got the what was new in Chandler tour, now it was time for what was new in the house tour.
Oh gosh, I'm here until Sunday and seriously I can discover the new on my own, can't I?
She went on and on and had a story for each new item--how she found it, her idea for it, and how it got to be in the spot it is now. Oy. Was there a new bed in the house? Cuz I can listen to that story.
The sleep? ha, not so much because by the time I got to bed, it was 3 o'clock Dallas time.
And I thought I would sleep in...uhm hmm, my mom woke me at 5 AM local time to tell me her BIG idea. A bigger than big grand opening for her new practice and how I am going to help her...in a few hours because I was going to work with her?
Huh?
Isn't this my vacation and can't I party plan from the couch while watching horrible daytime television?
That's how I have the time to post this. I'm at work while on vacation. In Phoenix. Where it is October but it's hot like it's July and the people act like 75 year olds...sorry if I offend anyone, but seriously what is up with that?
Or is that just me?
Getting here was a pill in itself.
My connecting flight out of San Antonio was delayed. Oh yeah, I know I live in big city Dallas but thanks to a Wright Amendment, I refuse to travel half an hour just to get out of town. It's not so much the drive to the airport that gets me, its the drive back. I don't know about y'all but when I get off a flight I want to be home in 10 minutes flat.
Love Field is 5 minutes from my apartment, so until that law is lifted, I have to connect in other cities. Where was I?
I was stuck in San Antonio International Airport and it was killing me. Why was every vendor and store closed at 8 o'clock, why? Even the anticipated Rosario's--closed. McDonald's--Closed. Mini book store--closed. It was a ghost town and the only citizens were the cleaning crew, the 11 passengers on my flight, and the Southwest counter crew. That's when I had to deplete my cell battery by playing "What Not to Wear" with my camera phone.
San Antonio is a melting pot for this game.
All I have to say is: Red velour track suit. Not the J-Lo kind but the Wal-Mart kind, high waters, and the cheapie sneakers that matched the suit. I don't know what was worse the red and white sneaks or the suit itself. And the woman had VPL.
You know what those are: Visible Panty, oh I just cannot finish saying it!
ACK! My eyes hurt.
I finally made it to Phoenix, 10:00 local time, which is midnight my time.
I was beat but my mom was in true form. Every time I come to visit; she takes me on this ever long tour of what is new in Chandler. Chandler is a fairly new division of town, so everything is new. But my mom has to show me, the 'new' Target, the 'new' Wal-Mart, the 'new' Walgreens and has to tell me how if I remember the last time I was here it was farmland.
OH GOSH.
She kills me and the way she points them out, its like I never seen a Target before.
I thought that once we got home it would be over, wash face, change clothes, hit the bed--any bed, I didn't care. I was wrong.
The last time I was here, my mother's house was brand new, about a month old. That was sometime ago.
I already got the what was new in Chandler tour, now it was time for what was new in the house tour.
Oh gosh, I'm here until Sunday and seriously I can discover the new on my own, can't I?
She went on and on and had a story for each new item--how she found it, her idea for it, and how it got to be in the spot it is now. Oy. Was there a new bed in the house? Cuz I can listen to that story.
The sleep? ha, not so much because by the time I got to bed, it was 3 o'clock Dallas time.
And I thought I would sleep in...uhm hmm, my mom woke me at 5 AM local time to tell me her BIG idea. A bigger than big grand opening for her new practice and how I am going to help her...in a few hours because I was going to work with her?
Huh?
Isn't this my vacation and can't I party plan from the couch while watching horrible daytime television?
That's how I have the time to post this. I'm at work while on vacation. In Phoenix. Where it is October but it's hot like it's July and the people act like 75 year olds...sorry if I offend anyone, but seriously what is up with that?
Tuesday, October 11
Magnolia Cupcakes
It poured rain last night. Outside was looking crazy. But inside it was even crazier.
When I get an idea/project in my head, I have to do it. Nothing can stop me or get in my way.
I was determined to make those Magnolia Bakery cupcakes. Determined.
Ever since I saw that 52 Cupcakes accomplished it, I wanted to give it a go.
Despite the four loads of laundry, the packing, the cooking of dinner, more talking on the phone for hours to Rugby Michael, and the Monday Night Football game--those cupcakes were made to perfection.
Yeah, sleep? I don't know what that is, anymore. Sleep is for the weak,. so the strong willed made cupcakes:
From the Magnolia Bakery.
This is their most popular cupcake, iced with vanilla buttercream.
The most popular color for the icing is pink. I did yellow.
Makes 24 cupcakes
1 1/2 cups self-rising flour
1 1/4cups all-purpose flour
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
2 cups sugar
4 large eggs, at room temperature
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
24 cupcakes Change size or US/metric
55 minutes 30 mins prep
Line 24 muffin tins with cupcake papers.
In a small bowl, add the flours; stir to combine; set aside. In a large mixing bowl, cream the
butter using an electric mixer on medium speed until smooth. Add the sugar gradually and
beat for 3 minutes or until fluffy. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.
Add the dry ingredients in three parts, alternating with the milk and vanilla. With each addition,
beat until the ingredients are incorporated but do not overmix.
Spoon the batter into the cupcake liners, filling about 3/4 full. Bake in a 350° oven for 20-25
minutes. Cool the cupcakes in the tin for 15 minutes. Remove cakes from the tins and cool
on a wire rack before icing. Ice with tinted Vanilla Buttercream.
Vanilla Buttercream Recipe
Makes enough for a 2-layer 9-inch cake or 2 dozen cupcakes
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
6-8 cups confectioners' sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 layer 9-inch cake Change size or US/metric
15 minutes 15 mins prep
Place the butter in a large mixing bowl. Add in 4 cups sugar, then the milk and vanilla. On
medium speed of an electric mixer, beat about 3-5 minutes or until smooth and creamy.
Gradually add the remaining sugar, 1 cup at a time, beating well (about 2 minutes) after each
addition, until the icing is thick enough for good spreading consistency (you may not need all
of the sugar).
If desired, add a few drops of food coloring and mix thoroughly. Use and store the icing at
room temperature because icing will set if chilled. The icing can be stored in an airtight container
for up to 3 days.
When I get an idea/project in my head, I have to do it. Nothing can stop me or get in my way.
I was determined to make those Magnolia Bakery cupcakes. Determined.
Ever since I saw that 52 Cupcakes accomplished it, I wanted to give it a go.
Despite the four loads of laundry, the packing, the cooking of dinner, more talking on the phone for hours to Rugby Michael, and the Monday Night Football game--those cupcakes were made to perfection.
Yeah, sleep? I don't know what that is, anymore. Sleep is for the weak,. so the strong willed made cupcakes:
From the Magnolia Bakery.
This is their most popular cupcake, iced with vanilla buttercream.
The most popular color for the icing is pink. I did yellow.
Makes 24 cupcakes
1 1/2 cups self-rising flour
1 1/4cups all-purpose flour
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
2 cups sugar
4 large eggs, at room temperature
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
24 cupcakes Change size or US/metric
55 minutes 30 mins prep
Line 24 muffin tins with cupcake papers.
In a small bowl, add the flours; stir to combine; set aside. In a large mixing bowl, cream the
butter using an electric mixer on medium speed until smooth. Add the sugar gradually and
beat for 3 minutes or until fluffy. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.
Add the dry ingredients in three parts, alternating with the milk and vanilla. With each addition,
beat until the ingredients are incorporated but do not overmix.
Spoon the batter into the cupcake liners, filling about 3/4 full. Bake in a 350° oven for 20-25
minutes. Cool the cupcakes in the tin for 15 minutes. Remove cakes from the tins and cool
on a wire rack before icing. Ice with tinted Vanilla Buttercream.
Vanilla Buttercream Recipe
Makes enough for a 2-layer 9-inch cake or 2 dozen cupcakes
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
6-8 cups confectioners' sugar
1/2 cup milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 layer 9-inch cake Change size or US/metric
15 minutes 15 mins prep
Place the butter in a large mixing bowl. Add in 4 cups sugar, then the milk and vanilla. On
medium speed of an electric mixer, beat about 3-5 minutes or until smooth and creamy.
Gradually add the remaining sugar, 1 cup at a time, beating well (about 2 minutes) after each
addition, until the icing is thick enough for good spreading consistency (you may not need all
of the sugar).
If desired, add a few drops of food coloring and mix thoroughly. Use and store the icing at
room temperature because icing will set if chilled. The icing can be stored in an airtight container
for up to 3 days.
Monday, October 10
Partying like it's 1997
Sleep is for the weak (week). You can take it that I slept nothing this weekend. It was go, go, go. Each time I sat down, it was time to go. Each time I laid my head to rest, the phone rang. You get the picture. This weekend was not a time to even think of the words, tired or sleepy because that is just weak. It was a you are either in or out weekend. Decide, NOW!
Our tailgate was a lot more fun than I anticipated. All four of us were decked out in our UT gear, while our host Incredible was pimping OU and decked out his car with all OU fanatic stuff. We're talking window flags, chairs, beads, and the biggest flag in the parking lot. Oh and the red grill. He hunted up and down for a red grill and would be damned if he didn't find one.
People passed us by and gave quizzical looks. Yeah, don't let the flair fool you--most people at this party are hooking 'em.
Turns out our house divided tailgate made for the best way to meet new people. People stopped and chatted it up with us. Some brought over their own weak tailgate to join ours. It was good times.
Then it was game time and boy, was it hot. I never complain about heat, but when you combine heat and alcohol...oh gosh, someone has to complain.
After the game, we grabbed some State Fair food and headed back to the parking lot. I'm shocked no one stole any OU paraphanalia from Incredible's car. I know I would have...shoot I was eyeing the best UT flag ever a few cars down. But it being a Land Rover I was sure there was an alarm, so never to the mind.
Then the two funniest fans came along. They were two older men rooting for UT. I had a feeling that their tailgate started last weekend. They were drunk.
One came over to me and told me that I was too pretty to be over at an OU car.
No joke! I was thinking the same thing, so I went over to their car for a minute. They had orange wine coolers.
Orange for UT.
They coordinated their tailgate. You knew I was down with that.
The older gents and I had a blast making fun of all the Boomers and Sooners walking with their heads down. Then we had a real blast hooking horns at the OU football team as they left in their buses and police escort. Those two men were exactly what I picture Frat boys to turn into when they reach 70 years old.
When it came time for them to leave, they backed their Honda out and hit a mini-van.
"Oops"
The driver got out the car and looked at the damage. The mini van was safe, not a scratch. But his Honda's bumper was not looking too spiffy.
Our tailgate party agreed that there was not a need for a note. He looked at the van's plates and then to us, and said, "They're from Pennsylvania"
You had to be there, it was hysterical. I'm still laughing.
Then he did something, that made me want to pee my pants:
He left a note, that read: "Welcome to Texas. I hit your car,. Sorry. Hook'em."
I love tailgating.
Our tailgate was a lot more fun than I anticipated. All four of us were decked out in our UT gear, while our host Incredible was pimping OU and decked out his car with all OU fanatic stuff. We're talking window flags, chairs, beads, and the biggest flag in the parking lot. Oh and the red grill. He hunted up and down for a red grill and would be damned if he didn't find one.
People passed us by and gave quizzical looks. Yeah, don't let the flair fool you--most people at this party are hooking 'em.
Turns out our house divided tailgate made for the best way to meet new people. People stopped and chatted it up with us. Some brought over their own weak tailgate to join ours. It was good times.
Then it was game time and boy, was it hot. I never complain about heat, but when you combine heat and alcohol...oh gosh, someone has to complain.
After the game, we grabbed some State Fair food and headed back to the parking lot. I'm shocked no one stole any OU paraphanalia from Incredible's car. I know I would have...shoot I was eyeing the best UT flag ever a few cars down. But it being a Land Rover I was sure there was an alarm, so never to the mind.
Then the two funniest fans came along. They were two older men rooting for UT. I had a feeling that their tailgate started last weekend. They were drunk.
One came over to me and told me that I was too pretty to be over at an OU car.
No joke! I was thinking the same thing, so I went over to their car for a minute. They had orange wine coolers.
Orange for UT.
They coordinated their tailgate. You knew I was down with that.
The older gents and I had a blast making fun of all the Boomers and Sooners walking with their heads down. Then we had a real blast hooking horns at the OU football team as they left in their buses and police escort. Those two men were exactly what I picture Frat boys to turn into when they reach 70 years old.
When it came time for them to leave, they backed their Honda out and hit a mini-van.
"Oops"
The driver got out the car and looked at the damage. The mini van was safe, not a scratch. But his Honda's bumper was not looking too spiffy.
Our tailgate party agreed that there was not a need for a note. He looked at the van's plates and then to us, and said, "They're from Pennsylvania"
You had to be there, it was hysterical. I'm still laughing.
Then he did something, that made me want to pee my pants:
He left a note, that read: "Welcome to Texas. I hit your car,. Sorry. Hook'em."
I love tailgating.
Ruck'em, Maul'em, Hook'em
Could I ask for a better weekend? The only flaw this weekend is that I didn't get to experiment and try baking the Magnolia cupcakes. I'll try tonight.
Friday was a bit of nervousness. I went to the rugby game in all hopes of arriving after Michael. I was 'fashionably' late--well, turned out he was playing the same game and 'fashionably' later.
When I got there, I recognized someone from the UT days, right away. We all called him Elvis back in the day because he looked like and seemed to be Elvis' biggest fan.
I went over to where he was sitting. There were also three girls with him.
"What's up? You're Golightly, right?" He said. I said, yes. "You're waiting for Michael. He's running late from the hotel and should be here"
WHOA.
I hate, hate, hate when people know your story especially this one. I can admit sometimes, it can be flattering, but in this case it made me nervous. I felt like I had the stalker sign on my back.
Elvis offers me a beer and we reminisce about the good old days and fill in the girls with some good stories.
The night could've ended there and all would have been great, but then Michael (finally) showed and all was fantastic.
He is hotter now than he was then. I couldn't believe that I used to date him.
When he showed he gave me a hug and asked if I was alone. Yes. He was in shock that I made it out by myself (?!?!)...I don't get that, oh well. Was I supposed to bring my posse?
During the match, he sat a good ways away from me--making me feel 'unwanted'--he only spoke to me when it was a group conversation. At this point, Elvis was more into me than him and I was planning my leave of actions, then Michael approached me and pulled me aside: Uh-oh.
But he asked me to dinner. We went to Jake's Pub (best burgers in this city that I know of) and as we sat and had the driest conversation you could ever witness, he phone kept ringing like it was the bat phone. He never answered, but gosh what I'd give to have my phone ring 1/3 of what his did in a two hour window. Then the conversation went to the game. No more dryness, here.
The game jump started this 'date' and thank goodness. He asked me if I had tickets (no) and asked if I'd like to go with him and the rugby gang to the game (love to), but I had other tailgating party plans (f*ck!).
Then his phone rang again and he answered. There was a huge party happening and he asked if I wanted to swing by with him. OK--I had no other plans that night. So we went and again we ran into another crowd that knew our story...
OK what is the deal with that?
Anyway determined to find a spot for my purse, so I wouldn't have to carry it, Michael and I went on a search for a room. Instead we found a hallway to make out in. Uh-huh. I kissed him back, like I'd never get the chance again. It was like Dead Woman Kissing.
After about 20 minutes of that, we re-joined the party.
I found a bunch of girls who turned into my admiring fans. They were in such awe of the situation as well. What can I say? Guess I have to be someone's hero at some point in my life. They all wanted to know exactly how I tracked him down, if I was scared, how did we date, how did I get there that night, blah, blah, blah.
Michael and I left around one in the morning. He took me back to my car, where yes, I made out again with him until 4:30 AM, in his rental car.
Yeah, I'm real classy that way.
Since it was game day and I had a tailgate party to tend. My happy butt was awake in the next 2 hours and at Wal-Mart buying groceries and beer.
Kelli met me and we joined Backtyper, Backtyper's Girlfriend, and Incredible for a tailgate. Oh, yeah I can take Backtyper socially; it's at work that he kills me, but since he quit, its all good now. Plus, his girlfriend is super fun and he and Incredible made friends a long time ago and stuck. What can I do?
We tailgated and partied our butts off, all the while it was my turn for my phone to be ringing bat phone crazy. Gotham needed me.
All calls were from Michael.
They had 5 tickets to the game. Holy Cow! If I was not with the others, you know I would have called him back and jumped on that. But...I was with people, so, you know.
Darn it! Never fear, we found our own scalped tickets for $75 a piece and enjoyed the second half of the game from the OU student's section. Ha ha ha ha ha. In case you didn't know, UT kicked some butt.
After the game, I had to head to AP's to feed her cat. She is away in NYC for the weekend. Which reminds me, AP, there is a cupcake bar right around the corner from your house and you never shared?!? Uhm hmm. We need to talk about that!
After the crew dropped me off at my place. I planned on crashing on my couch while watching Alice in Wonderland*. The copy I had was too old and wouldn't show on my VCR, dang it! That's when the bat phone went off again...it was Michael.
He asked me out to dinner. I agreed. He noted that I needed to choose someplace that he could go, in his game day clothes. Then went on to tell me how he was supposed to leave after the game but stayed. Wonder why?
We went to Sushi Zushi. Not a game day clothing atmosphere but I really wanted a delicato roll badly. I'm selfish that way.
After dinner, he asked me if I wanted to come over and stay with him at the hotel. You know what that means. I said sure, then he asked if we should stop by my place so I can pack a bag.
Whoa, he sure is smooth.
I figured it was a safe bet since we had been there, done that, 8 years ago.
(I have to be some-what mysterious)
The next morning, we said our good-byes and I went to water AP's plants, hoping the cupcake bar would be open---not so much. UGH!
Michael promised to call me when his plane landed and he did. Too bad I was out at the lake enjoying the perfect weather (and not sleeping) and grilling. I called him back later and we spoke for 3 hours last night. I love when you can get on the phone and talk that long without realizing the time.
All in all, perfect weather, perfect game, perfect date...I'd say it was the best weekend.
*It was for a party idea I have. I don't want anyone calling me out for hypocrisy.
Friday was a bit of nervousness. I went to the rugby game in all hopes of arriving after Michael. I was 'fashionably' late--well, turned out he was playing the same game and 'fashionably' later.
When I got there, I recognized someone from the UT days, right away. We all called him Elvis back in the day because he looked like and seemed to be Elvis' biggest fan.
I went over to where he was sitting. There were also three girls with him.
"What's up? You're Golightly, right?" He said. I said, yes. "You're waiting for Michael. He's running late from the hotel and should be here"
WHOA.
I hate, hate, hate when people know your story especially this one. I can admit sometimes, it can be flattering, but in this case it made me nervous. I felt like I had the stalker sign on my back.
Elvis offers me a beer and we reminisce about the good old days and fill in the girls with some good stories.
The night could've ended there and all would have been great, but then Michael (finally) showed and all was fantastic.
He is hotter now than he was then. I couldn't believe that I used to date him.
When he showed he gave me a hug and asked if I was alone. Yes. He was in shock that I made it out by myself (?!?!)...I don't get that, oh well. Was I supposed to bring my posse?
During the match, he sat a good ways away from me--making me feel 'unwanted'--he only spoke to me when it was a group conversation. At this point, Elvis was more into me than him and I was planning my leave of actions, then Michael approached me and pulled me aside: Uh-oh.
But he asked me to dinner. We went to Jake's Pub (best burgers in this city that I know of) and as we sat and had the driest conversation you could ever witness, he phone kept ringing like it was the bat phone. He never answered, but gosh what I'd give to have my phone ring 1/3 of what his did in a two hour window. Then the conversation went to the game. No more dryness, here.
The game jump started this 'date' and thank goodness. He asked me if I had tickets (no) and asked if I'd like to go with him and the rugby gang to the game (love to), but I had other tailgating party plans (f*ck!).
Then his phone rang again and he answered. There was a huge party happening and he asked if I wanted to swing by with him. OK--I had no other plans that night. So we went and again we ran into another crowd that knew our story...
OK what is the deal with that?
Anyway determined to find a spot for my purse, so I wouldn't have to carry it, Michael and I went on a search for a room. Instead we found a hallway to make out in. Uh-huh. I kissed him back, like I'd never get the chance again. It was like Dead Woman Kissing.
After about 20 minutes of that, we re-joined the party.
I found a bunch of girls who turned into my admiring fans. They were in such awe of the situation as well. What can I say? Guess I have to be someone's hero at some point in my life. They all wanted to know exactly how I tracked him down, if I was scared, how did we date, how did I get there that night, blah, blah, blah.
Michael and I left around one in the morning. He took me back to my car, where yes, I made out again with him until 4:30 AM, in his rental car.
Yeah, I'm real classy that way.
Since it was game day and I had a tailgate party to tend. My happy butt was awake in the next 2 hours and at Wal-Mart buying groceries and beer.
Kelli met me and we joined Backtyper, Backtyper's Girlfriend, and Incredible for a tailgate. Oh, yeah I can take Backtyper socially; it's at work that he kills me, but since he quit, its all good now. Plus, his girlfriend is super fun and he and Incredible made friends a long time ago and stuck. What can I do?
We tailgated and partied our butts off, all the while it was my turn for my phone to be ringing bat phone crazy. Gotham needed me.
All calls were from Michael.
They had 5 tickets to the game. Holy Cow! If I was not with the others, you know I would have called him back and jumped on that. But...I was with people, so, you know.
Darn it! Never fear, we found our own scalped tickets for $75 a piece and enjoyed the second half of the game from the OU student's section. Ha ha ha ha ha. In case you didn't know, UT kicked some butt.
After the game, I had to head to AP's to feed her cat. She is away in NYC for the weekend. Which reminds me, AP, there is a cupcake bar right around the corner from your house and you never shared?!? Uhm hmm. We need to talk about that!
After the crew dropped me off at my place. I planned on crashing on my couch while watching Alice in Wonderland*. The copy I had was too old and wouldn't show on my VCR, dang it! That's when the bat phone went off again...it was Michael.
He asked me out to dinner. I agreed. He noted that I needed to choose someplace that he could go, in his game day clothes. Then went on to tell me how he was supposed to leave after the game but stayed. Wonder why?
We went to Sushi Zushi. Not a game day clothing atmosphere but I really wanted a delicato roll badly. I'm selfish that way.
After dinner, he asked me if I wanted to come over and stay with him at the hotel. You know what that means. I said sure, then he asked if we should stop by my place so I can pack a bag.
Whoa, he sure is smooth.
I figured it was a safe bet since we had been there, done that, 8 years ago.
(I have to be some-what mysterious)
The next morning, we said our good-byes and I went to water AP's plants, hoping the cupcake bar would be open---not so much. UGH!
Michael promised to call me when his plane landed and he did. Too bad I was out at the lake enjoying the perfect weather (and not sleeping) and grilling. I called him back later and we spoke for 3 hours last night. I love when you can get on the phone and talk that long without realizing the time.
All in all, perfect weather, perfect game, perfect date...I'd say it was the best weekend.
*It was for a party idea I have. I don't want anyone calling me out for hypocrisy.
Friday, October 7
Curiosity Kills Cats
I hate it when blasts from the past call you. You never know what to expect.
Like the other day, someone called me whom I have not spoken to in over six months. No emails, no calls, no letters.
She called telling me she was in Dallas for 2 days and that we should meet up.
So far, I'm down. I haven't seen her in a little over a year. I asked where in Dallas she was staying...Fort Worth.
Whoa....Hell to the no, that is not Dallas.
I'm not pulling a D-town snob on her, but seriously, it's not the same town. I hate when people assume that anything and anywhere within the DFW-metroplex is Dallas.
Addison--nope. Plano--nope. Irving--nope. Fort Worth--you've got to be kidding. I'd give you Addison, Plano, and maybe Irving, maybe.
Fort Worth is 45 minutes away. And in my opinion is whole other city, like a day trip city--not just 'ooh let's meet for lunch in Ft. Worth' city.
Unh-uh.
And I haven't seen you in over a year, and we don't talk anymore...so, sorry, Golightly don't do that.
Then last night, I got a call. The call of all blast from the past calls:
Me: Hello
Caller-male: Golightly
Me: Yeah
Caller-male: You still live in Dallas?
WHOA. Let's stop and recap. 1. He's lucky I haven't hung up, yet. Can he identify himself?
So I glance at the caller ID number...512, Austin. I don't know any males in Austin.
Me: Who 'dis? (yeah, right...I so don't talk like that.
Caller-male: Michael (Last Name)
Me: Michael? Uhm...who?
Michael: Oh. Remember, rugby...we dated and you tracked me down last year?
OH. HOLY COW!
We did date. I did track (stalk) him down. So maybe we should take a time-out for a really funny story--some of you may know it already.
Way back in the freshman days, while I was at UT, I met Michael. Tall, dark hair, and hot as a skillet.
This boy was crazy for me. He'd walk the 100 miles across campus during the big Freeze of '97 to bring me Blue Bell Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream.
He'd rescue me from whatever party I was drunk off my butt to get me home safely.
He'd take me out to dinner on his birthday.
Seriously, he was the best boyfriend ever. Unfortunately, that was also his demise.
He played rugby. Back in that day, I was all over rugby boys. All. Over. Them.
Rugby games, I was there.
Rugby parties, there. Rugby get togethers, done.
I didn't meet him through rugby. Him being on the team was an added bonus.
So as a rugby groupie and dating one of the hottest players on the team, life was damn good.
Then there was a Rugby tournament in New Orleans. During Mardi Gras. Sweet!
And my best friend E's boyfriend played for Rice Rugby. E lives in California and made the plans to come to Texas, so we could all go to Mardi Gras and cheer for the rugby boys.
We drove up with the Rice Rugby team.
This was before cell phone mania, so Michael went with his team, and I had no way of contacting or reaching him. Hasta la vista, baby. We said we'd see each other at the tournament, if we could.
Being Mardi Gras, me and E never made it to any tournament games. Hee hee.
Being a drunk slut back in that day, I hooked up with one of Rice's Rugby boys, AB. He was tall, dark, and Italian. Italiano. I hit the jackpot.
You know how it is back in the day...right? Because I would never think that way, now. (hee)
Afterwards, he went back to Rice, I went back to UT and Michael. I wasn't proud of what I did, just to let you know. I wasn't confessing anything either.
I had a wee bit of a problem on my hands, Italiano AB was crushed. He called me every night. I called him a few times too. This went on for about a month.
Then the big game was upon us: UT versus Rice in Houston.
What to do? What to do?
I didn't want to go, but another friend who also went to Mardi Gras with us was hooked on a different Rice player and she was determined to go IF I went. Peer Pressure, what a bitch.
I'm easy like that. So we road-tripped to Houston, just us two. Again I told Michael I'd see him at the game.
Now looking back if I was smart I could have told Michael that I would sit on the Rice side with my friend and cheer for E's boyfriend. If I was smart...I don't know how I got into UT, seriously.
We trot down to Houston the night before the game and hang out with the Rice Rugby team. AB is elated. It doesn't take a fortune teller to tell you what happened that night.
So next morning, in his dorm room, I needed clothes. The only thing he had that could fit me and was clean, was a grey Rice tee shirt.
Oh, well. The game was starting soon.
Dumb me, my friend, and my new Rice tee sat on the Rice side of the game. And we cheered for Rice.
What the...?
Oh, yes I did. Yes, I was crazy.
During halftime, Michael came over to me and asked me what the Hell I was doing?
I couldn't answer.
He then went on this speech about how I was a special girl and he really liked me, blah blah blah. In front of everyone. I didn't know what to do or say, but AB did...
Not good.
Let's just say, Rice won the game and Michael never spoke to me again. We can't blame him.
So cut to 2003. Don't you ever wonder what happens to people? I do.
I decided that I needed to get in touch with Michael and see what was happening with his life---I already said I was crazy. We're talking 6 years since we've spoken.
In true stalker style, I hunted him down.
He was in his last year of law school at UT (uhm hmm) and single.
We spoke on the phone on and off for a couple of months. Then it trailed off, oh well.
You can imagine my shock last night, when he asked me if I'd like to meet up with him. Tonight in a TX-OU weekend game, Texas Rugby will match off against OU Rugby.
What to do? What to do?
I agreed. As soon as I did, all those rugby groupie feelings rushed back to me.
Rugby boys are hot! They look like they went through a boxing match when the game is through, but a few days and band-aids later they are still hot.
I'm going because what do I have to lose?
Like the other day, someone called me whom I have not spoken to in over six months. No emails, no calls, no letters.
She called telling me she was in Dallas for 2 days and that we should meet up.
So far, I'm down. I haven't seen her in a little over a year. I asked where in Dallas she was staying...Fort Worth.
Whoa....Hell to the no, that is not Dallas.
I'm not pulling a D-town snob on her, but seriously, it's not the same town. I hate when people assume that anything and anywhere within the DFW-metroplex is Dallas.
Addison--nope. Plano--nope. Irving--nope. Fort Worth--you've got to be kidding. I'd give you Addison, Plano, and maybe Irving, maybe.
Fort Worth is 45 minutes away. And in my opinion is whole other city, like a day trip city--not just 'ooh let's meet for lunch in Ft. Worth' city.
Unh-uh.
And I haven't seen you in over a year, and we don't talk anymore...so, sorry, Golightly don't do that.
Then last night, I got a call. The call of all blast from the past calls:
Me: Hello
Caller-male: Golightly
Me: Yeah
Caller-male: You still live in Dallas?
WHOA. Let's stop and recap. 1. He's lucky I haven't hung up, yet. Can he identify himself?
So I glance at the caller ID number...512, Austin. I don't know any males in Austin.
Me: Who 'dis? (yeah, right...I so don't talk like that.
Caller-male: Michael (Last Name)
Me: Michael? Uhm...who?
Michael: Oh. Remember, rugby...we dated and you tracked me down last year?
OH. HOLY COW!
We did date. I did track (stalk) him down. So maybe we should take a time-out for a really funny story--some of you may know it already.
Way back in the freshman days, while I was at UT, I met Michael. Tall, dark hair, and hot as a skillet.
This boy was crazy for me. He'd walk the 100 miles across campus during the big Freeze of '97 to bring me Blue Bell Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream.
He'd rescue me from whatever party I was drunk off my butt to get me home safely.
He'd take me out to dinner on his birthday.
Seriously, he was the best boyfriend ever. Unfortunately, that was also his demise.
He played rugby. Back in that day, I was all over rugby boys. All. Over. Them.
Rugby games, I was there.
Rugby parties, there. Rugby get togethers, done.
I didn't meet him through rugby. Him being on the team was an added bonus.
So as a rugby groupie and dating one of the hottest players on the team, life was damn good.
Then there was a Rugby tournament in New Orleans. During Mardi Gras. Sweet!
And my best friend E's boyfriend played for Rice Rugby. E lives in California and made the plans to come to Texas, so we could all go to Mardi Gras and cheer for the rugby boys.
We drove up with the Rice Rugby team.
This was before cell phone mania, so Michael went with his team, and I had no way of contacting or reaching him. Hasta la vista, baby. We said we'd see each other at the tournament, if we could.
Being Mardi Gras, me and E never made it to any tournament games. Hee hee.
Being a drunk slut back in that day, I hooked up with one of Rice's Rugby boys, AB. He was tall, dark, and Italian. Italiano. I hit the jackpot.
You know how it is back in the day...right? Because I would never think that way, now. (hee)
Afterwards, he went back to Rice, I went back to UT and Michael. I wasn't proud of what I did, just to let you know. I wasn't confessing anything either.
I had a wee bit of a problem on my hands, Italiano AB was crushed. He called me every night. I called him a few times too. This went on for about a month.
Then the big game was upon us: UT versus Rice in Houston.
What to do? What to do?
I didn't want to go, but another friend who also went to Mardi Gras with us was hooked on a different Rice player and she was determined to go IF I went. Peer Pressure, what a bitch.
I'm easy like that. So we road-tripped to Houston, just us two. Again I told Michael I'd see him at the game.
Now looking back if I was smart I could have told Michael that I would sit on the Rice side with my friend and cheer for E's boyfriend. If I was smart...I don't know how I got into UT, seriously.
We trot down to Houston the night before the game and hang out with the Rice Rugby team. AB is elated. It doesn't take a fortune teller to tell you what happened that night.
So next morning, in his dorm room, I needed clothes. The only thing he had that could fit me and was clean, was a grey Rice tee shirt.
Oh, well. The game was starting soon.
Dumb me, my friend, and my new Rice tee sat on the Rice side of the game. And we cheered for Rice.
What the...?
Oh, yes I did. Yes, I was crazy.
During halftime, Michael came over to me and asked me what the Hell I was doing?
I couldn't answer.
He then went on this speech about how I was a special girl and he really liked me, blah blah blah. In front of everyone. I didn't know what to do or say, but AB did...
Not good.
Let's just say, Rice won the game and Michael never spoke to me again. We can't blame him.
So cut to 2003. Don't you ever wonder what happens to people? I do.
I decided that I needed to get in touch with Michael and see what was happening with his life---I already said I was crazy. We're talking 6 years since we've spoken.
In true stalker style, I hunted him down.
He was in his last year of law school at UT (uhm hmm) and single.
We spoke on the phone on and off for a couple of months. Then it trailed off, oh well.
You can imagine my shock last night, when he asked me if I'd like to meet up with him. Tonight in a TX-OU weekend game, Texas Rugby will match off against OU Rugby.
What to do? What to do?
I agreed. As soon as I did, all those rugby groupie feelings rushed back to me.
Rugby boys are hot! They look like they went through a boxing match when the game is through, but a few days and band-aids later they are still hot.
I'm going because what do I have to lose?
Thursday, October 6
Weekend Recap on a Thursday?!?!
It may a wee bit late, but I had a fantastic weekend.
Friday night we went roller skating. Yep yep. Everyone told me it'd be like riding a bike, once you get the skates on, all those afternoons spent in a rink at the age of 12 would come back to you.
Not so much. It was like I was on stilts with wheels. Picture that.
Plus we were the oldest ones there, by far. 5-year old children were whizzing by me at the speed of sound. Talk about talent, they even did the electric slide on skates. How does a 5-year old know the electric slide? I don't even know it.
Yes, I fell plenty of times. Since I have never ever broken a bone in my body; my falls looked like some old woman trying to save her hips. You're supposed to let yourself fall on your butt. I just couldn't;t do that, no matter what.
Saturday morning--not sore and no bruises, I went to brunch with the girls. I think I may have said this, but I love breakfast foods and I especially love a good brunch place. Don't be shocked that instead of a birthday dinner, I have a birthday brunch party (yeah, that's some people's warning). Brunch was fantastic, great conversation and the weather was perfect for sitting outside while eating.
After that I went on the hunt for a baby shower present---I'd tell the true adventure, but I know someone reads this, so I will spare it. Let's just say, it wasn't easy and lasted 3 hours more than it should have. 3 hours in Target is not fun when you are shopping for other people in the baby department.
But the shower...oh, the shower was a couple's shower. I thought the idea cute at first since it was a Saturday night but once I got there and saw the men's faces--unh uh.
Ixnay to the couple's shower.
Each man looked forced against his will. Some were on their phones getting the college game rundown. Some were sitting as if chained to their wives.
I hate when I see men that look forced to hang out with their significant others. At the mall, ooh that is the worse. I never want to be that couple.
And baby showers are so girly, why would you want men there?
IF I was to do it and that is a big IF; I'd make it more gender-neutral meaning--no games, no pink stuff EVERYWHERE, and definitely wouldn't make them sit through and watch us ooh and aww over each baby present the honoree opened.
The cake was fun and I was very tempted to steal this.
Have you ever seen this in action? Too freaking cool.
Then I realized I was talking too much about it to steal it. Everyone would know it was me.
Yeah, I'm a baking nerd.
The next morning, my body decided that it was time to ache and be sore from falling on my butt too many times. I still made it to yes, another brunch.
I tell you I love them!
Friday night we went roller skating. Yep yep. Everyone told me it'd be like riding a bike, once you get the skates on, all those afternoons spent in a rink at the age of 12 would come back to you.
Not so much. It was like I was on stilts with wheels. Picture that.
Plus we were the oldest ones there, by far. 5-year old children were whizzing by me at the speed of sound. Talk about talent, they even did the electric slide on skates. How does a 5-year old know the electric slide? I don't even know it.
Yes, I fell plenty of times. Since I have never ever broken a bone in my body; my falls looked like some old woman trying to save her hips. You're supposed to let yourself fall on your butt. I just couldn't;t do that, no matter what.
Saturday morning--not sore and no bruises, I went to brunch with the girls. I think I may have said this, but I love breakfast foods and I especially love a good brunch place. Don't be shocked that instead of a birthday dinner, I have a birthday brunch party (yeah, that's some people's warning). Brunch was fantastic, great conversation and the weather was perfect for sitting outside while eating.
After that I went on the hunt for a baby shower present---I'd tell the true adventure, but I know someone reads this, so I will spare it. Let's just say, it wasn't easy and lasted 3 hours more than it should have. 3 hours in Target is not fun when you are shopping for other people in the baby department.
But the shower...oh, the shower was a couple's shower. I thought the idea cute at first since it was a Saturday night but once I got there and saw the men's faces--unh uh.
Ixnay to the couple's shower.
Each man looked forced against his will. Some were on their phones getting the college game rundown. Some were sitting as if chained to their wives.
I hate when I see men that look forced to hang out with their significant others. At the mall, ooh that is the worse. I never want to be that couple.
And baby showers are so girly, why would you want men there?
IF I was to do it and that is a big IF; I'd make it more gender-neutral meaning--no games, no pink stuff EVERYWHERE, and definitely wouldn't make them sit through and watch us ooh and aww over each baby present the honoree opened.
The cake was fun and I was very tempted to steal this.
Have you ever seen this in action? Too freaking cool.
Then I realized I was talking too much about it to steal it. Everyone would know it was me.
Yeah, I'm a baking nerd.
The next morning, my body decided that it was time to ache and be sore from falling on my butt too many times. I still made it to yes, another brunch.
I tell you I love them!
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