Friday, August 31, 2007

Shelly Rocks


Shelly won two tickets to the Seahawks vs Raiders Pre-Season game. And I got to accompany her! It was big fun!

I've been to Quest field once before but I forgot how fucking GINORMOUS it is. It took us 20 minutes or so to climb all the switch backs on the ramp (think Cascade Pass) to get to our seats only to realize the only full service Kidd Valley was field level. Goddamnit! So we caught the freight elevator down (cos I'm fat) and loaded up (I still stink like garlic!) Got back in time for kick off, though.
Starters didn't play but it was still a fun game. Seneca ain't scared to throw it. And Nate Burleson is doing his best to earn that $7. Props to Nate but I'd really rather have Steve Hutchinson back.
Me and Shelly did our best to 'bring da noise' when we weren't stuffing our faces.

Note to Everyone: Quest stops selling alcohol the instant the second half starts, so plan accordingly (if you have the cash to buy alcohol! $8 for Bud!)

Was glad to see Daunte and Mike Williams do well but WE WON, muthafuckers!

Thursday, August 30, 2007

It's done.

Thanks again to the Commish for an uber fun Draft Night!


Quote of the evening:
"We don't want to hear any of your rhetorical nonsense."
-Maggie to Steve lamenting about one of his picks.

My Picks:
QB- Jon Kina & Tony Romo
RB- Shaun Alexander, Cedric Benson, & Marshawn Lynch
WR- Terrell Owens, Larry Fitzgerald, Reggie Brown, Braylon Edwards, & Brandon Marshall
K- Josh Scobee
D- Denver

Overall, I'm happy with my picks. I really wanted Donovan McNabb and Javon Walker but waited too long on both of them. Also regretting taking Marshawn instead of Ladell Betts. Might try to remedy that. Didn't realize Terrell and Larry Fitz had the same bye week so had to get a WR with my Wild Card. Rookie mistake.
There were a few disagreements.

Surprise pick of the night: There were few eye-poppers but Javier did drop some jaws when he picked the Cincinnati Defense in middle rounds.

Besides Shelly, Steve and I, the rest of the "Team Owners" have been playing FF for years. This is their easy league and they were playing it fast and loose, I guess. I was a little stressed when I realized I would have to take bye weeks into account. Caught looking on that one!
Anyway, everyone is super cool (actually, it's hard to gage Randall over the phone, but I have admire his stick-to-itiveness.) Looking forward to much shit talking, drinking, and football!

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Thanks.

To all the people who've given me advice over the last several weeks. Hope I do you proud. Special shoutouts to Bob (I have a few Eagles on my radar) and Chuck.
Draft Night is finally here and all the waiting, wondering, fretting, and hand wringing is over. I'll just have to live with my choices.
And then the great Fantasy Football Experiment begins.

Will it make the season more fun? Or will it shatter friendships forever?
New friends or enemies?

We shall see. Hope I don't have to resort to a 'Nancy Kerrigan special' down in San Diego!

Arg.


I could've gone all year without seeing this bullshit.
Being a right wing Jesus freak Bush supporter should be something you keep in the closet if you are a professional athelete. Like weird poo fetishes and your Rick Astley record collection. KEEP IT TO YOURSELF!

God, I bet he's a Promise Keeper or something. Gross. And Mack, what the hell are you thinking. Does your Mom know?

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Shoutout to Chuck


His people know how to fucking drink. They don't mess around when it's time to party. You show up to a Kellum residence you better be ready to throw down!

Not to be hating on anyone (I have a great group of friends) but my crew is composed of a bunch of freaking lightweights! I bring a bottle of PATRON over for a bbq at Josh's FRIDAY FUCKING NIGHT and only Josh was game. Weak, weak, weak. Holy Shit! Seriously (as Chuck would say.) Heaven forbid we get drunk and say something stupid.

I have an almost full bottle of Patron and I'm saving that shit for the next time (crossing my fingers) I get invited over to hang with the West Seattle Crew.
Word.

Sue's Bday Celebration...finally!


Sue ditched us for her recent bday.

Not easily deterred, Shelly and I plotted for weeks to try and surprise her with something.
Finally we just kidnapped her and took her to dinner. So many bdays all the freaking time, it's hard to come up with a gimmic to make it special. Last resort.... dress up. Before this, I really can't remember the last time I attempted to wear all girl clothes (although, I can't say it really came off as feminine, I kind of look like a tranny!) I even threw on some lipstick to go with my big girl shoes and new fauxhawk. Wore panties even (boxer briefs don't work under pleather.) Ok TMI.

We went to a little place up in Greenwood. Not fancy smancy but nice. The food is over-the-top good comfort food. We had a couple of bottles of wine and some antipasto. I don't know how Shelly and Josh's food was but Sue and I split seafood risotto and seasalt rosemary chicken. So full halfway through, I thought I was gonna hurl. Sue got all the leftovers cos it was her birthday... damnit!

The Dangers of Comfortable Furniture


This is what happens if your couch is too comfortable. You start wearing ugly sweatpants and frittering hours away in front of the TV. And that's not even her couch! Shelly found it marked down at the Restoration Hardware outlet in Tulalip. Sue talked them down some more and we drove the Dodge up to get it Tuesday. It's fucking nice! Let football season begin!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Narcissistic Social Retard and the Donuts

Self to world: There are retards, then there are the Narcissistic Social Retards. I am refering to one in particular, one person that I see 5 days out of 7. Perhaps you know of someone in your life that comes close to the following description. If not then consider yourself blessed.

1. Loves to hear himself ramble. Ad nauseum. So oblivious that one could set a timer for 2 minutes, start it, and tell him that 2 minutes is all he has to make his point. That he must shut up after the alarm signals that the 2 minutes is over. So desperate to make himself heard that he acutally accepts this challenge with glee, and actually won't shut up even when said timer is loudly beeping. Needs to have the beeping timer waved in his face as a reminder that he was supposed to shut up.

2. Loves to ramble about himself and his self interests, including family and especially about the significant other. Never asks, "How are you?" or "What do you think?". 99.9997% of the conversation is one-directional.

3. Is arrogantly aloof. How else to nicely describe a quality that can be summed up as A-S-S-H-O-L-E.

4. Always wants to be part of a social group that wants to have no part in taking him in. People have varying shades of being aware of their social standing amoungst their peers. Some have more awareness than others. It is rare indeed to be completely oblivious to the fact that all of the little social groups in our area avoid/don't like this person. Especially when you are that person.

5. Never contributes to occasions of reciprocity displayed by said social groups. Sometimes individuals bring food items in to celebrate birthdays, milestones, or for no reason. I'm all for bringing food to work and sharing it with people that I know will appreciate it, and will eventually reciprocate the gesture. I'm not for keeping tabs of frequency, quality, and presentation but just the fact that one is capable of being considerate, even once. Due to good timing/instinct on his part or bad luck on ours, this person always finds a way to awkwardly invite himself over to have a slice of birthday cake/ice cream, chips, whatever we're serving. It was uncomfortable the first few times (we did not invite him on purpose) but the last few times it has become awkward to downright embarrassing. Not for him, but for me. I am embarrassed for him but he is compeltely oblivious. An obvious sign of pathology.

This leads me to what happened this morning when I was in the same room with Dana (you've probably figured out that I'm not Dana by now - HA!!). Yesterday Dana brought in an entire box of fancy looking donuts from Top Pot. There must have been 14 donuts for seven people. These donuts had pink icing, frills, ruffles, sprinkles, the whole nine yards.

She left them on the bottom of the hallway cart, which signifies to the rest of the world, "Step the fuck away from this box of donuts. Do not even think of eating one unless you are one of these seven or so people." BTW, the Social Retard (SR) is not one of the seven. We have about 30 people total in our area and if you leave food on the top of the cart or in the office, it will be gone within 2 hours of setting it down.

SR walks in and asks me a small talk question, then turns to DLM to ask her the money question. "Dana, Can I have a donut? I know they're a day old by now but I don't care because I just want something sweet". Dana mumbled something under her breath and said, "Yes" and he immediately left the room and took off to get one. I was left wondering, "What is wrong with people these days? Is it not obvious that you were not invited to partake in the donut fest on day one? You're not hurting for money - go buy a fresh one in the cafeteria for crying out loud!"

I was so astounded that I had to regroup for a second or two. We both looked at each other and she said, "Anything to get him out of here".

'Nuf said.

Vivace- Thursday 8/20/07

"Thursday?" you ask.
Well lately I don't trust myself to go home and then go back to the gym so I procrastinate and hydrate here.

I don't really know this group of baristas. Nicely primarily works in the mornings. This chick today jokingly asked if I was going to camp out tonight.

"If I fucking want to I will, bitch! What's it to you?! Want me to take that dollar back, smartass!?"

Anyway. Lots to do. I've been watching the yahoo sports guys spew info on fantasy football. A week away and I'm still losing sleep over my 3rd pick (or is it all the coffee?) God I wish I was number 8! Chuck has been dispensing advice as well. He's sold on Shaun returning to greatness. I'd like to believe. The commish won't draft Chicago players cos he's too emotionally involved. This sounds like a wise maneuver. If Gore wouldn't have broken his hand or Marion Barber didn't split carries this would be easier. I kind of like the idea of having a crazy mutherfucker as my #1 back.

Also catching up on CSI and stealing music for Sue's new nano.

Getting ready for ski season. We all got our passes in the mail. REI has put out last year's stuff. Ski Bonkers is next weekend. It'll be snowing before you know it. Enough of this 'summer' already. If I wanted unending mugginess, I'd fucking move back to FL.

I still hate people.


Don't be fooled by the lack of blogging.
It's just that this past week, I've really been hating people and not in just an ordinary, charming way.
It's been a more insidious, not funny, 'I want to be a mass murderer when I grow up' kind of way.
People can be so tiring. Especially when you seen them on an almost daily basis.

I asked this before and I'll ask it again. How in the hell do so many people put up with having another person around permanently!!!??? How in the world do they not just kill themselves. Murder-suicides and work place shooting sprees only surprise me by how infrequently they occur.

Seriously.

However...
I remember when I was in high school I had this friend who was lots cooler than me so even though we were driving around in my car she got to pick the music and at the time she really liked the 'Violent Femmes' and I thought it was the most hideous awful shit I had ever heard for the first three months and then at some point I turned a corner and actually liked it. I still remember the countdown from "Kiss Off".

I wonder if relationships are like that.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Vivace- Saturday 8/18/07

Server problems at work have prevented me from keeping you super updated as to my uber interesting life.

Highlights:

1- There is a genuine crazy person wandering around the Cascade neighborhood. He's not homeless. He looks like a normal frumpy white guy. If you were trying to guess you'd say he works at a convenience store or something. I know he has a car.
Anyway, three days in a row I've seen him walk up to black men and start yelling at them or just tapping them on the shoulder and bowing up at them. This morning it happened right here in Vivace! The men are so surprised, they don't know what to do. Then he just walks away. WTF! He's got a death wish or something. Sooner or later, one of these brothers is just going to take him out.

2- I got a faux hawk yesterday and I don't give a fuck, I love it. Pictures to come.

3- My new montrail zealots came in the mail today and I'm about to meet Josh and Shelly at VW to try them out. I bet I bump a grade! Will update.

4-Meeting with the commisioner last night. "Had a few at the Boo". (Happy Hour on the water is the best. Alki and Eastlake Grill have saved my summer.) Extensively discussed the problem of the third draft pick. Turned Stevus on to the dangerous allure of Patron. It's a dark but seductive path only to be travelled with trusted friends (otherwise something crazy like waking up missing a tooth could happen!)

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Chocolate Lovers Unite!

Sunday, I went over to Olga and Marc's house for dinner.

She made fig and procuitto pizza on the grill with figs that she grew and roasted!

Don't scrunch your face like that! It was way good and I'm not lying. She also made a cool tomato and cucumber salad. Again with homegrown ingredients.

If a natural disaster/civil unrest comes, I'm towing my trailer over to Olga's.

Dana being rude:
1- Picked the green peppers out of my salad.
2- Did not offer to help clean up.

Dana not being rude:
1- I brought chocolate gelato. "Big deal", you say.
Well, he thought it was a big deal.

Five Movies you HAVE to See!

As Stevus alluded to in a previous comment, he and I discussed a plan that we would each come up with a list of five movies that we thought most other people haven't seen but should. Five, I believe, is a reasonable number to expect people with busy lives to be able to aquire and watch within a reasonable timeframe. Even that is pushing it if several people are inclined to chime in with their list.

Steve promptly came up with TEN!
Rulebreaker.

To compensate, I will list three.

1- "Slacker" This is a stoner type movie from the early 90's. Filmed in Austin. The camera follows one person or group of people for a while then switches to a new group that has happened to pass the first group, and so on. Some of the scenarios are lame, but a few are elevated genius. There's one character for whom I'm a dead ringer. It's not flattering but it's true.

2- "Fantastic Planet" Keep a glass of water nearby cos your mouth will get dry hanging open most of the time while you wonder what the fuck is going on.

3- "Dinner with Andre" If you have any ADD tendancies (and you know who you are), do not attempt to watch this movie. I love Wallace Shawn but he merely serves as a facillitator to keep Andre Gregory's bizarre story going over dinner.

Andre: What does it do to us, Wally, living in an environment where something as massive as the seasons or winter or cold, don't in any way affect us? I mean, we're animals after all. I mean... what does that mean? I think that means that instead of living under the sun and the moon and the sky and the stars, we're living in a fantasy world of our own making.
Wally: Yeah, but I mean, I would never give up my electric blanket, Andre. I mean, because New York is cold in the winter. I mean, our apartment is cold! It's a difficult environment. I mean, our life is tough enough as it is. I'm not looking for ways to get rid of a few things that provide relief and comfort. I mean, on the contrary, I'm looking for more comfort because the world is very abrasive. I mean, I'm trying to protect myself because, really, there's these abrasive beatings to be avoided everywhere you look!
Andre: But, Wally, don't you see that comfort can be dangerous? I mean, you like to be comfortable and I like to be comfortable too, but comfort can lull you into a dangerous tranquility.
I wouldn't put on an electric blanket for any reason. First, I'd be worried if I get electrocuted. No, I don't trust technology. But I mean, the main thing, Wally, is that I think that kind of comfort just separates you from reality in a very direct way.

Happy Hour 8/14/07



You can barely tell by this picture (note to self: take pictures before gin & tonics) but I met Sue and Annie at Eastlake Grill for happy hour this afternoon.

(Aside: alcohol was a good call on this particular day since I had reached a point beyond civil discourse when one of my co-workers (I refuse to call her by her rightful title) had once again shown herself to be the most snivelling coward that I may have ever been personal witness to in my life. I'm surprised that I continue to be appalled after she sat by and let a family continue to try and raise funds to save their father whom we had personally tried to kill w/o fessing up... but I digress!)


Hadn't seen Annie in a long time. Good to catch up with her. She has involuntarily been on the wagon (BF is a teatoller) and would have happily drank all night. But I had to come and blog and Sue had to drive the scooter home so we pussed out on her.

I told myself if there were any cupcakes left when I got to Vivace, that I would have one. Fortune favors the foolish. There was one chocolate cupcake with pink frosting left!

BTW- Eastlake grill get two enthusiastic thumbs up!

My new neighbor



Ok. I know it's a trailer park. But damn. You have to draw the line somewhere. This belongs on the back of a truck.
One day a couple of weeks ago I noticed this guy building a framework somethingorother.
I couldn't really guess what it was for. A few days later this appeared. TWO PEOPLE are living in it. TWO.

What really bothers me is:
a) This is sitting on a homemade frame. What qualifications does this man have to be building a support structure.
b) It's dangerously close to my vintage airstream. If this gomer, who can't even afford to get a regular travel trailer, has miscalculated, this monstrosity has a fifty-fifty chance of falling on and damaging my home.

I'm calling bullshit.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Movie Review: Ocean's 13



I once claimed that I would not see this movie at any price- that I, indeed, could not be paid to see it. Ocean's 12 wasn't merely a weak sequel. It was an abomination! Agressively terrible. I was fucking mad when I left the theater.

Then I found out that Julia Roberts wasn't in it and I softened. In my opinion, Ocean's 11 was good despite the fact that she was in it. There should be a law where stupid romantic comedy actors aren't allowed in real films. Kind of like the unwritten rule where Soap Opera actors aren't allowed in pretty much anything else unless they're really good and go through some rigorous rite of passage/purification process like I'm sure Tommy Lee Jones (One Life to Live) did.

Anyway. It was good. Lot's of cute humor. I hardly recognized Al Pacino though. He mailed it in but it was sufficient.
Genius reappearing Oprah reference.
I would have really hated Matt Damon in this but he's still riding a wave of my good graces after Bourne Ultimatum and The Departed.
I always like George Clooney, but I have not, do not, and will not ever concede that he is attractive.

Get 'er done!

Hello. How are you?
I am productive!
Well... I was yesterday. I was a good friend and productive.
I may not give you a hug if you're having a bad day but I have a truck and I can haul a bunch of shit, which I believe is infinitely more useful.
Steve and I hauled a bunch of shit out of his yard yesterday. 1900 pounds to be exact (if those swine at the transfer station weren't ripping us off.)
We took turns being optimistic and not so optimistic but after three loads, we had successfully discarded one tree, most of a fence, and some bamboo.

Fuck yeah!

I was so inspired, I went home and cleaned up my little yard - trimmed back blackberry bushes and ivy and pulled up dandelions. Made a run to Goodwill, reorganized my one closet, and turned my mattress. Not done, but made progress. Still have the dreaded papers and books mess to tackle.

Then I went to a late movie! This may not sound like much for a normal person, but for me, it's like building the Hoover dam single-handedly! I'm usually trying to find out how little one can get done it a day.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Movie Review: 300



Blood. Sweaty muscular men. Slow-mo kill shots (lots and lots of them!)
Fucking incredible.
Like Titus Andronicus with hot men in underware and capes. (Oh, without the iambic pentameter prose. Still.)

I loved loved loved it! I would buy it. If I did that sort of thing. I encourage you to buy it.

I like this warrior culture idea. Take the kids away when they're 7 and beat the shit out of them until they're adults. None of this coddling. Worked for me! Okay, I didn't have to hunt wolves in snowy mountain passes barefoot. But I once got a good spanking for accidentally breaking a Disney glass. And I didn't even break it. Mom just thought I did. One of three undeserved spankings! (among many with more substantial evidence against me.)

My Life as a Labrat- Part 3

Thursday was much easier and much shorter than Wednesday. It seemed like a breeze in comparison. I took two pills of ... something and a syringe with some fluorescent pink liquid that tasted like bitter cough syrup. Don't have any idea what it was. They took my blood another bizillion times.

Ate all of my breakfast and lunch without incident.

Then being the trooper I am- I went to work and set up my chimerism run. This is not so much about me being hardcore as me not liking certain people touching my shit. No telling who they would've gotten to do it.

Then went to see Bourne Supremacy, Ultimatum, Something? Anyway, it was exactly like the first two (no need for it's own review) which is to say he goes from one country to another being slick and killing people. Some review I read referred to him as everyone's favorite amnesiac killer. Spot on. Snuck Whole Foods pepperoni pizza in. Deluxe.

Then, went back to work and put my stuff on the capillary so I could get done early today. Only it didn't work out that way. I was still fucking there until 4. Bullshit.

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Happy Birthday Sue!


Today is Sue's....um err 39th birthday... once again.
She has chosen to abscond to an unknown location rather than be ridiculed and harassed by her peers.
Whatever.

One gets the distinct impression Sue (always young at heart) doesn't particularly like getting physically older. I think the problem lies in her daily work environment. Money hungry real estate cutthroats and peppy, empty headed receptionists. "Yes, honey, I know she isn't here. I want to leave this for her." Confused look. " Nevermind, sugar, you go back to staring at the air."
She needs to come hang out at my place. Nothing makes you feel more young and vigorous than trying desperately to hide your impatience getting stuck behind someone coming out of chemo going 0.00001 mph. "Please step aside, they're serving spaghetti carbonarra at the Red Brick and it's going fast!" That's assuming, of course, that you're so morally depraved that you derive some sick satisfaction from having, by chance, for the moment, avoided the misery that has befallen others. (I will point out, only for those who are strangers to me, that I fall into this category.)

Anyway. If Evegeny's latest birthday has taught anyone anything, you can run but you can't hide. You will, eventually, be birthdayed (check wiki for the full definition.)

My Life as a Labrat- Part 2

Wednesday- Early. Long. Nausea. Deadwood.
Sue came and picked me up at 9pm! which was way cool and unsolicited. The Phd nurse who took care of me last time was sick so I got Mario.
Mario doesn't talk much but he's very efficient and competent. We were made for each other.

Shelly and I both agree that, while Deadwood is still good the 3rd season, it has lost some of it's brilliance. Anyway, it got me through.

Oh BTW, have I told you that I love my laptop?!

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Hydrate. Hydrate. Hydrate.

That's my motto for today. Tomorrow is the start of my two day hospital stay. So I've got the whole day planned out to maximize my internal fortitude in the morning.
Hydrate, salmon and spinach for lunch, pho for dinner. Six mile run then early to bed.
Trip to the video store also. I have the first three discs of Deadwood but I want to have other stuff just in case. The 300 just came out (half naked men and violence, two of my favorite things.) I might also pick up Borat based on Gina's adamant reccomendation.

Can't have chocolate, caffiene, or garlic until Thursday night starting yesterday. So when I'm done I'm going to have a big ass Italian dinner and a piece of chocolate cake. Just you try and stop me.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Vivace- Sunday 8/5/07


Another week flies by....

1- Just set up my Fantasy Football team at the 'League of Intrigue' (or LOIN) homepage.
Based on Shelly's genius advice, I chose to be the Trailer Park Explosions! Ha ha! Took a few hours to grow on me, but really, how could I pass that up?! Even found a decent logo. Now I just need a draft strategy.

2- Went to happy hour at Coyote's with Steve and the Commish on Friday. Can you say suckup!? Didn't even give him a hard time about being late (working, sure that's everyone's favorite alibi!) Don't know what advantages being in tight with the commissioner brings, but I'll need all the help I can get. I've never been a homework kind of gal.

3- Alot to get done today. Can't be sitting here watching TV shows. Plenty of time for that Wednesday and Thursday when I'm in the hospital suffering for science.... and money. Wednesday I'm there from 8am to 9pm. Should be able to watch the entire season 3 of Deadwood. Don't know what I'll watch Thursday. Anyway, need to get my ass to the gym. It's swimming and weight training today. Also, still have the storage box to organize. Since I've been cited by the city (it's going around, you're next!) the clean up has taken on a new urgency.
'Junk' in the yard is $150 fine in Seattle! I need to file a grievance with the NAATT (National Association for the Advancement Trailer Trash) but meanwhile, I've got tho shape up.

Lake Margaret


I'm not so keen on Sue having a camera. Now I'm in the pictures. Of course, I don't have to publish them. This is my fucking blog. But I'm throwing her a bone cos it's her birthday week. But after that my stock response will be "get your own fucking blog!" How about 'Disco Sue Speaks'?

Anyway, Sue, Shelly, Tellie, and I went on a hike to Lake Margret yesterday. We think it was 6 miles RT and 1300' elevation, so nothing too strenuous but enough to merit burgers and fries. We were hoping for some early huckleberries but not much luck. In a few weeks though....
Had a nice pinic at the lake (pond really) and headed back. Perfect day, low 70's and sunny. Treated ourselves to burgers, fries, onion rings, and shakes at some place up in Shelly's hood. In bed by 8:30! Weak!

Friday, August 3, 2007

Fun Facts 8/3/07

1- As of 22:30 8/2/07 I can hold my breath for 2 min 25 sec. That's not bad but I used to be able to hold it for well over 3 min. I discovered this during a rare bout of insomnia which kept me awake till after midnight. Subsequently, I was became instantly aggro when my alarm went off at 5:15 this morning. Nevertheless, I got up, went to work, set up my chimerism run, and went to the gym all before 9. Yay for me. Plus I have a great parking spot.

2- This past Saturday, Tao ran 50 fucking miles with a bunch of elevation gain on trails at Mt. Rainier in just over 11 hours. That's exactly twice what it took me to run a marathon with relatively little elevation gain on pavement (but it did snow!) He didn't do any extra training. Just spontaneously decided to do it last week. He was a little sore Sunday. Motherfucker went and played badmitton on Monday. I hate Tao.
Nathan and Tao are eager to repeat this same run next year. What's wrong with these people?

3- I'm really hungry.

4- I've been climbing for, like, four years and I suck balls at it. That's bullshit and I'm not happy about it. I got spanked on 5.9's last night. Gym 5.9's. If I didn't climb with two cool guys every week, I would just fucking hang up my spurs for good. Watch TV instead. I'm good at that.

5- I'm going to eat.

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Steppin' Out

I, Dana McLendon, actually went out last night. For reals.
Hanging with the beautiful people. Even wore nice shoes!

Went over to the Mansion du Lela. Had brats and grilled homegrown zucchini and some wine. She has the most freaking cute dog (besides Tellie, of course) ever. A cross between a whippet and a sausage. She also has four cats, one of whom likes to be spanked?!

Then went out to a cool bar in Columbia City to listen to John's (Lela's hubby) band play jazz.
I felt so hip. Drinking cocktails, live music, flipping the commish shit.
Lela did give give me the "oh, how pedestrian" look when I ordered a shot of Bailey's up. Oops.
Up past my bedtime even. Got home at midnight! Little bit of a headache this morning.
Party...