I’m still here. Alive. Mostly well. Tired of the damn thunderstorms. Oh how I miss the desert and it’s lack of rain. *sigh*
I did have a spectacular weekend. Friday night was lots of fun. And also a warning for all you kids who are thinking about running away from home. This is what happens when teenage runaways grow up:
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Steve had a little too much fun. And no, Steve and Ginny are NOT in a boxing ring. This was at Sloss Furnace Friday night at the My Morning Jacket concert.
Steve was in rare drunk form and said some pretty hilarious things to me Friday night. He, of course, claims that he does not remember saying any of these things. Therefore, I made them all up. Whatever Steve. Here are two of my favorite:
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You have crabs, but that’s ok.
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Your breasts assaulted me. Do they do that often?
Satur evening we celebrated Ginny’s birthday at Surin West. One of my favorite restaurants in town. Yum. (Ginny is exhibit A in the teenage runaway picture.) Satur day I spent cleaning up the apartment, oh and visiting Celeste at work and buying a super cute dress for $8. I love it when that happens.
Sunday was spent doing laundry and visiting Aunt B. I delivered the socks to her. She was very happy about them and showed them to everyone. I am now World’s Best Niece. Hi, how are you? Nevermind that I’ve been World’s Worst Niece and Very Bad Niece for the past mumblesevenmumble months. That doesn’t matter now. The socks look like they’ll fit and Aunt B can’t wait until it gets cooler so she can wear them and keep her feet warm. She was even planning which outfits to wear the socks with. Fabulous. That made me very happy. She also asked to borrow the Harry Potter movies. I’ll be going back to visit her with those in tow as well as a few puzzles to also keep her occupied.
Aunt B also asked how Bear was doing. She loves the Bear. How could you not? Look at this adorable puppy:
Such a sweet, lovable doggie dog. Bear is also tired of the rain and thunderstorms. He’s also tired of not being allowed out on the balcony, but he barks when I’m not home and it bothers the neighbors. Not that I blame them. Bear has also figured out how to open the door if its cracked just a tad so he’s been hanging out in the stairwell of my apartment.
Monday night, a bunch of us got together at The Garage to "surprise" Ginny and have a drinkie drink on her actual birth date. It was lots of fun.
Monday and Tuesday I had orientation for work since I’m now permanent and have benefits and all that jazz. Yesterday, at the end of orientation I got hit on by a bottom feeder. I don’t mean that in a really mean way, but you’ll understand better if I break it down for you this way:
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Guy: Excuse me, can I axe you, what is your nationality?
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Me: I’m an American.
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Guy: You’re American?
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Me: Yes. (Thinking: I did say it in English.)
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15 seconds pass in blissful silence
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Guy: Are you mixed?
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Me: Yes. (Thinking: Mixed? Yeah. 2 parts gin, 1 part tonic. Retard.)
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Guy: What are you mixed with?
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Me: Why do you need to know? (Thinking: Please, Dear God, make him stop talking!)
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Guy: Um….well…..I just wanted to know.
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Me: Mmmm Hmmm.
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Guy: Silence
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Me: (Thinking: Finally! He shut up! Thank God!)
See what I mean? Not the brightest bulb in the box. Definitely not at the top of the food chain. That’s right up there with my all time favorite pick up line (please note sarcasm):
- Guy: HEY! HEY HEY! What you is?
- Me: Human.
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