Monday, March 21, 2005
What is NOT Funny:
The fact that I had a nice post under this title and when I went to publish it, it disappeared. That is NOT FUNNY!
Friday, March 18, 2005
Happy Hangover Day to Me!
So yesterday was St. Patrick's Day and I was in a foul mood for most of the day. Against my better judgment I left work and headed to the bar with friends in tow to celebrate the holiday I've never celebrated before.
What a mistake. Oh it was fun, yes. But the repercussions have hit hard this morning. Why is it that green beer goes down so well? And why is it that once I put a few of them back, I feel the need to tell my life story to anyone and everyone?
Overall, a fun evening was spent by all. I saw some friends I hadn't seen in quite a while, I hung out with my girls' babysitter (weird, but fun) and had a nice conversation in the bathroom with three ladies about the ugliness of the male genitals. You can't beat that!
What a mistake. Oh it was fun, yes. But the repercussions have hit hard this morning. Why is it that green beer goes down so well? And why is it that once I put a few of them back, I feel the need to tell my life story to anyone and everyone?
Overall, a fun evening was spent by all. I saw some friends I hadn't seen in quite a while, I hung out with my girls' babysitter (weird, but fun) and had a nice conversation in the bathroom with three ladies about the ugliness of the male genitals. You can't beat that!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
A post for my newly married/soon to be married friends
You know the feeling that you get when you see someone you think is really cute and they look at you and smile. And the feeling you had when you first started flirting/dating/falling in love with your spouse/fiance? Well, that is the feeling that makes a girl feel like they are the most important person in the world. That is the feeling that sometimes fades once a marriage starts to get too comfortable or predictable. That, my male friends, is the feeling you need to constantly instill in your loved one. It doesn't take much-a single flower here, a note there, just a nice chat on the phone. That is my advice for not just soon to be married or newlywed couples; that is my advice to everyone. You want someone, you want them to stay with you-just try to make them feel like they are the most beautiful, most important, most satisfying person in your life, in your town, in the universe. A little goes a very long way. I wish each and everyone of you the best of luck--don't let the hard times get you down. "...and in the end, three things remain; hope, faith, and love. And the greatest of these is love..."
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Black Tie Dynasty II
So it is almost midnight on Tuesday and I just got home from seeing the Black Tie Dynasty and Daryl performances. In case you are interested, here is how it went:
7 :30: dig through all my -clean- clothes to see if there is anything worth wearing to a rock concert in a small Topeka bar later that night.
8:30: after trying on several outfits, I realize that it doesn't matter whatsoever, so I throw on jeans, a white t-shirt, a torn up Rhino sweatshirt, and a pair of Nike's and head out.
8:45: since we have come to understand that the show starts at 10:00, we don't want to seem to anxious, so my friend and I go to a bar down the street to have a pitcher of Bud before the show.
9:35: my friend and I decide that it's time to leave and we get escorted out by the VERY friendly bartender who just wants to make sure we are safe in this extremely shady neighborhood.
9:40: we show up in the middle of the band's performance and I try to casually walk past the fat lady checking ID's and taking the cover charge. She grabs my arm and makes me pay to have her fondle me while marking my hand with a giant red X.
Sometime after the show: I get the courage to go up and introduce myself to Brian, the brother of a dear friend of mine (see last post). I have a nice chat, then head back to the wall to watch Daryl play their set. I meet some other band members, buy a CD, manage to get their autographs and chat awhile. I feel welcomed, and nerdy at the same time.
Sometime close to the end of the last set: my friend spills her beer on the floor and we decide it is time to head home. I desperately want to ask these poor fellows if they need a clean, nice, quiet place to sleep for a night, but seeing as I had just met them I didn't want to seem like a stalker. Overall, it was a fantastic evening. I truly enjoyed the type of music that I love (although I think Daryl should have opened for BTD!) and hanging out with people my own age (even if "hanging out" means watching them from a back stool).
Something that did bother me: even though out of the forty-some people there, most of them being my age, I really felt out of place. I was trying to figure out why and when I returned home I found my answer. Instead of being able to have facial piercings, died black hair, a rail-thin body all decked out in black, and tattoos covering a majority of my body, I was a parent of two small children, who worked for the city, who was married and had to face the reality of every-day life. I came home to two crying children who woke up the minute I came in and realized that no matter what seemed cool, I would probably never have a band stay over at my house. Growing up really sucks, you know.
For now, I'll settle for the fact that I once had my nose pierced (which is now against company policy), have two tattoos (of which I plan to add once in the very near future), I feel I am somewhat up to speed in the latest music/ art/film scene, and I have, in fact, experimented with ______ (fill in the blank-I won't admit to it--ever!).
So, here's to my friend Dave, whom I've known for, I think, five years now: thanks for giving me a head's up on tonight's performance. And here's to all my other friends who are so anxious to grow up, get married, buy a house and have children: be careful what you wish for. While I would NEVER give up what I have, it does, in fact seem that the grass is always greener on the other side. Once children come into the picture, the world is never the same. It is the most rewarding, most frustrating, most satisfying and most challenging things you will ever be faced with. And there is NO turning back.
Man, I really made that sound bad. Truthfully, its not. Having a night out like this was great--I wish BTD the best of luck. They really seem like great guys. Maybe they need another groupie!?!? At this point in time, I am going to throw the CD into my radio, put Phoenix, my daughter who is sleeping in my lap, to bed, brush my teeth, and drift off to sleep, dreaming of college friends, guys with long hair, music, drinking, and just fun times in general.
7 :30: dig through all my -clean- clothes to see if there is anything worth wearing to a rock concert in a small Topeka bar later that night.
8:30: after trying on several outfits, I realize that it doesn't matter whatsoever, so I throw on jeans, a white t-shirt, a torn up Rhino sweatshirt, and a pair of Nike's and head out.
8:45: since we have come to understand that the show starts at 10:00, we don't want to seem to anxious, so my friend and I go to a bar down the street to have a pitcher of Bud before the show.
9:35: my friend and I decide that it's time to leave and we get escorted out by the VERY friendly bartender who just wants to make sure we are safe in this extremely shady neighborhood.
9:40: we show up in the middle of the band's performance and I try to casually walk past the fat lady checking ID's and taking the cover charge. She grabs my arm and makes me pay to have her fondle me while marking my hand with a giant red X.
Sometime after the show: I get the courage to go up and introduce myself to Brian, the brother of a dear friend of mine (see last post). I have a nice chat, then head back to the wall to watch Daryl play their set. I meet some other band members, buy a CD, manage to get their autographs and chat awhile. I feel welcomed, and nerdy at the same time.
Sometime close to the end of the last set: my friend spills her beer on the floor and we decide it is time to head home. I desperately want to ask these poor fellows if they need a clean, nice, quiet place to sleep for a night, but seeing as I had just met them I didn't want to seem like a stalker. Overall, it was a fantastic evening. I truly enjoyed the type of music that I love (although I think Daryl should have opened for BTD!) and hanging out with people my own age (even if "hanging out" means watching them from a back stool).
Something that did bother me: even though out of the forty-some people there, most of them being my age, I really felt out of place. I was trying to figure out why and when I returned home I found my answer. Instead of being able to have facial piercings, died black hair, a rail-thin body all decked out in black, and tattoos covering a majority of my body, I was a parent of two small children, who worked for the city, who was married and had to face the reality of every-day life. I came home to two crying children who woke up the minute I came in and realized that no matter what seemed cool, I would probably never have a band stay over at my house. Growing up really sucks, you know.
For now, I'll settle for the fact that I once had my nose pierced (which is now against company policy), have two tattoos (of which I plan to add once in the very near future), I feel I am somewhat up to speed in the latest music/ art/film scene, and I have, in fact, experimented with ______ (fill in the blank-I won't admit to it--ever!).
So, here's to my friend Dave, whom I've known for, I think, five years now: thanks for giving me a head's up on tonight's performance. And here's to all my other friends who are so anxious to grow up, get married, buy a house and have children: be careful what you wish for. While I would NEVER give up what I have, it does, in fact seem that the grass is always greener on the other side. Once children come into the picture, the world is never the same. It is the most rewarding, most frustrating, most satisfying and most challenging things you will ever be faced with. And there is NO turning back.
Man, I really made that sound bad. Truthfully, its not. Having a night out like this was great--I wish BTD the best of luck. They really seem like great guys. Maybe they need another groupie!?!? At this point in time, I am going to throw the CD into my radio, put Phoenix, my daughter who is sleeping in my lap, to bed, brush my teeth, and drift off to sleep, dreaming of college friends, guys with long hair, music, drinking, and just fun times in general.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Black Tie Dynasty
I am writing this post late Monday night, b/c I've gotten sidetracked yet again from my homework and I have class tomorrow (thanks Brian for teaching me how to spell that) so I cannot post in the A.M.
So, humor me, and pretend it is Tuesday morning...okay, so tonight I am going to see a little gig at this local bar. The band is from the great state of Texas and my friend Dave's brother plays keyboards for them. I have only heard some clips from their songs off the 'net, but I'm intrigued. Plus Dave ordered me to go and you know what they say: "Don't mess with Texas!!"
I'll fill you in on how it goes. That is, if I make it through the show. The bar is not known for top-notch security and has a lot of nasty rumors circulating about it--but, what do you expect from a place called "The Boobie Trap"?
Now, its back to homework for me.
So, humor me, and pretend it is Tuesday morning...okay, so tonight I am going to see a little gig at this local bar. The band is from the great state of Texas and my friend Dave's brother plays keyboards for them. I have only heard some clips from their songs off the 'net, but I'm intrigued. Plus Dave ordered me to go and you know what they say: "Don't mess with Texas!!"
I'll fill you in on how it goes. That is, if I make it through the show. The bar is not known for top-notch security and has a lot of nasty rumors circulating about it--but, what do you expect from a place called "The Boobie Trap"?
Now, its back to homework for me.
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