Last night I went out with Carpet, and we had a blast...As usual. I swear, simple minds and simple things go together like some hot on a tamale. First we hit it off at the Toppers near Gayfair, I mean Mayfair. Yes, I did just say there is a Toppers near Gayfair. Can I just say that I almost had to change my underwear I was so excited? So we got there and Gypsy gets the newly added Tacostixs and I stuck to the basics. A single order of the Topperstix with marinara.
Biting into the stix brought back a flood of memories and about 5,000 content calories. I suddenly revisited the days of waking up at 3 p.m after getting in at 4 a.m. and not remembering how I got there. The only thing solid in the party days was Toppers and the Toppers Man. I will pay homage to this someday. Oh Toppers how I love thee.
So then comes Gayfair, and yes we ran into quite a few mos at our favorite cruising stores, Williams Sonoma and Banana. Give it up! Heeey. I had to make a run to Apple for my dad, so we went in and we met Fun Guy. I wish we could have hing out with Fun Guy, he was so...Fun! He was such a cutie and totally someone Carpet and I would have had a riot hanging out with with! Where are you Fun Guy?
In the middle of us being completely inappropriate in all the wrong stores, Gypsy tells me in W/S that you can get high off of nutmeg. I had no idea. New on the agenda: get a nutmeg nut thing and eat it and see what happens. I guess you're supposed to grind it up and put it in milk. Like Nesquick? Nutquick, more like it. Instead I introduced him to the wonderful world of vitamin energy. It's by the makers of vitamin water, but it's in Red Bull form. I got some at the start of my half-country jaunt and I was freakin JACKED. About an hour into my drive (5:30 am), I thought it would be a good idea to start a rock band. I'm so glad it was early in the morning, because 'aint no driver needin to see me get all karaoke and shit in mah ride.'
Yeah, let's start a band and eat nutmeg.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Hump Day, more like CHUMP DAY.
Nah, not really, but I think it's funny as Chump, not Hump.
So I'm thinking of making a move. Possibly to a freezer. I've been out here in the "Mid-Atlantic" region of the states, also known as Killadelphia, the City of Brotherly Gunfire, and where "Yo! Adrian!" apparently never gets old, for over 2 years now. Geographically speaking, it's awesome because I'm smack in the middle of NY and DC. Being so close to District of Chumps also means being so dang close to the climate the area is known for and that climate I'm referring to is what I'm going to call "The area of the country that gets so humid it can't rain, so hot you just can't stop, and so freaking bountiful, something is always blooming." The latter brings me here. Something is blooming again. I can tell, half of my face is drooling and sneezing. I've done so much of this drooling and sneezing that I've actually become sensitively reactive to the Anti-viral Kleenex. Here I thought I was doing everyone I know a favor by visually announcing my anti-viral stance on allergies and instead, my face practically explodes everytime I use it. Ah.
Anyway, I'm 15 days from having my real bonafied vacation of the decade (and by decade, I mean the only vacation I'll have time for before I turn 40). I'm super excited. Yes, I said super excited. I'm going Northwest to beautiful Seattle. Yay. this will be coming after I take my freaktastic driving skills to the limit and drive almost 850 miles back to Wisconsin. I only spend about 2 1/2 hours in the car everyday, so it's time I got some REAL quality time and spent 13 hours in my little Corolla all to myself.
So back to Seattle. I'm so out of it that the most exciting thing I'm looking forward to is getting a picture of Cougar Rock. Sad, but true. Of course I'm excited to see all the other pre-made tourist attractions but who can resist a picture of Cougar Rock? I think I'm going to make my mom have a picture with it. Not that she's a Cougar, but it would be funny to see a random fanny-pack wearing, Seattle sweatshirt wearing, middle-aged midwestern woman stand by something quite representative of the local bars in the 'Scompstons. I heart Cougars. Rawr!
So posting blogs will be an adventure. I'm still deciding which direction I should take it, and I'm also a bit torn as to whether I should keep writing while I decide where to go and have the birth of this online monstrosity begin with my uneventful mind-droppings, or just keep it in check until I have a layout. Ehh, to be tainted. why not?
So I'm thinking of making a move. Possibly to a freezer. I've been out here in the "Mid-Atlantic" region of the states, also known as Killadelphia, the City of Brotherly Gunfire, and where "Yo! Adrian!" apparently never gets old, for over 2 years now. Geographically speaking, it's awesome because I'm smack in the middle of NY and DC. Being so close to District of Chumps also means being so dang close to the climate the area is known for and that climate I'm referring to is what I'm going to call "The area of the country that gets so humid it can't rain, so hot you just can't stop, and so freaking bountiful, something is always blooming." The latter brings me here. Something is blooming again. I can tell, half of my face is drooling and sneezing. I've done so much of this drooling and sneezing that I've actually become sensitively reactive to the Anti-viral Kleenex. Here I thought I was doing everyone I know a favor by visually announcing my anti-viral stance on allergies and instead, my face practically explodes everytime I use it. Ah.
Anyway, I'm 15 days from having my real bonafied vacation of the decade (and by decade, I mean the only vacation I'll have time for before I turn 40). I'm super excited. Yes, I said super excited. I'm going Northwest to beautiful Seattle. Yay. this will be coming after I take my freaktastic driving skills to the limit and drive almost 850 miles back to Wisconsin. I only spend about 2 1/2 hours in the car everyday, so it's time I got some REAL quality time and spent 13 hours in my little Corolla all to myself.
So back to Seattle. I'm so out of it that the most exciting thing I'm looking forward to is getting a picture of Cougar Rock. Sad, but true. Of course I'm excited to see all the other pre-made tourist attractions but who can resist a picture of Cougar Rock? I think I'm going to make my mom have a picture with it. Not that she's a Cougar, but it would be funny to see a random fanny-pack wearing, Seattle sweatshirt wearing, middle-aged midwestern woman stand by something quite representative of the local bars in the 'Scompstons. I heart Cougars. Rawr!
So posting blogs will be an adventure. I'm still deciding which direction I should take it, and I'm also a bit torn as to whether I should keep writing while I decide where to go and have the birth of this online monstrosity begin with my uneventful mind-droppings, or just keep it in check until I have a layout. Ehh, to be tainted. why not?
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