As my dear friend
Beth (who, by the way, Happy Birthday!!) reminded me so kindly, I need to get up off my rump and do a blog entry. I've been a very naughty blogger (maybe I should switch to one of these
layouts). It's just that when there isn't a garden to blog about, I'm so damn boring. But I shall do as I've been ordered and try to come up with something moderately entertaining. I cannot promise true entertainment. It would be a lie.
Because I'm very much behind the curve of life in general, I never actually watched
Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So, about 10 years later, my friends convinced me that I should check it out. Fortunately,
Brenda is a Buffy-o-phile (is that a word??) and she loaned me the entire series along with
Angel. It's good to have friends. Especially ones that give you things. I've been watching off and on and am now in the fourth season. While corny, it is the delicious kind of corny that I love. Makes me smack my lips in delight.
To add to the randomness that is at my core of being, I shall now rudely switch topics. I was recently in Denver for an AAFS conference. This is basically a huge gathering of forensic type people. I had a pretty good time, although it would have been much better with friends. I was so starving for anything not related to sitting in my hotel room. Although room service is a truly beautiful, awesome thing. I wanted to get a beer one night and realized the prices were pretty insane. For a 6-pack of beer (standard domestic, nothing fancy), it would have cost nearly $30. I did not therefore order a beer.
I decided because I am an adult and I do not need to be a hermit, I would put my big boy pants on and head to the hotel bar. Maybe I would make friends. I do not believe I am generally a troll, so thought I wouldn't frighten too many patrons. I sat down and chose a draft beer (thinking of prices of course). The small stroke I had at the price did not, fortunately, kill too many brain cells. Well, maybe. It was $5.50 or $5.75. I've actually blocked it out because of the pain. Hermit-ness really is an underrated activity. I did not therefore return to the hotel bar. Hotel room aren't so bad, really. And if I dared, I could have been so brave as to rent a movie for the bargain price of $12.95. No, not even THAT kind of movie. Just a regular ol' movie. I did not therefore rent a movie.
So, I was starving for a little self-validation. As in "really, I am not a troll that repulses and reviles, dammit I have friends". Luckily for me, Beth's birthday was today and I was invited to
Weston, Missouri last night for a pre-birthday celebration. They have beer there. And apparently only one restaurant, but that's a story for another day. The pub was kick-ass. Although I am Italian, I deigned to sing along with the Irish songs. In checking out the links for Weston, I found
this. WHY DID WE NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS? Nikki, I blame you. We could have done that for your birthday!! We like pirates. They save the world. Didn't know that did you? Check
this out. It's on the internet, so it's totally true.
Ok, I think I've hyperlinked enough to satisfy the masses that read this. And if not, hump it. (Wait, maybe I really DO repulse and revile!) Someone should tell me these things.
Belinda
Brenda, aka Watts from Some Kind of Wonderful. Totally awesome.
I learned Troy was really...um...limber. Good for you Adam.
The birthday girl/Madonna-wanna-be/Nikki.
Nikki and Beth getting ready to do Irish car-bombs. Wacky teens.
Shana was the cool kid with the awesome hair. I've tried desperately to get her to wear it like this to work, but she's all "lazy". Says it takes too long. But it was awesome, dammit.
Rock-star power couple. Oh yeah, that's MY MAN!!
Work people. Troy, Shana, Tanya (who also had the awesome hair) on the back and Nikki and I in the front. There were numerous cameras so that would be why we're all looking in different directions. Or we're simply retarded. You pick!
See. Awesome hair, hunh? That's no shadow! It's really that big.
Adam is not dressed in the 80s fashion. Because he carries a gun at all times, we did not give him shit about it. But he AIN'T HERE NOW, BIG MAN WITH HIS GUN!! Sheesh. Even Remy dressed up. And she's a dog. You know how hard it was for her to button that shirt up? Sacrifice, Adam. Sacrifice.
He's so hot. My manly, man wearing eyeliner. I forced it on him. I would've done blush too but I he balked enough at the eyeliner, that NO ONE COULD SEE ANYWAY.
Beth was a cool girl too. We graffiti-ed her jacket. 'Cuz we wanted to touch her coolness. It didn't rub off. As the pictures show. HUGE lack of coolness up in that house.
Watts, with sticks this time!
CJ with the Flashdance wanna-be going on. And a scratch and sniff sticker. Birthday cake smell I think. Nikki was drunk enough that she put them on everyone's boobs.
Once, it was Marlboro Man...now it's Mustache Man.
Remy! She looks very not-happy here. But it isn't dog abuse to dress them up. I think.
The preppy ones. PREPS. I hated those preps in high school. Mother fuc... never mind. I have serious issues. Therapy might help me get over the preps. These two are lucky I have a phenomenal amount of control. Or else...(imagine my eyes all squinty).
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