On Friday October 17, I had my birthday party. Friends came over to our house for food and chatting. I made salsa, my friend Ryan made a cheesecake, and my friend Heather made a beautifully decorated birthday cake. It was so pretty I almost didn't want to eat it. Almost. Quite a few people came over, and it was nice to see everyone and talk and be the center of attention.
After that six of us - me, Celeste, Kevin, Valerie, Jocelyn, and DC Kevin - went dancing at Cafe Citron in DuPont Circle. It was supposed to be salsa dancing, but it was so crowded and small, that it was more like moving in place to music. But it was still a lot of fun, minus the couple making out on the floor for half and hour and the creepy guy that kept dancing with me. But don't worry, I got away eventually. We stayed at the club until 2 a.m. and then we had to walk to Valerie's car, except she couldn't quite remember where she had parked it. We ended up walking in the wrong direction for a couple of blocks, but she realized and we did find it.
Saturday was my actual birthday, so I opened presents - movies and a cd from Celeste; a sweater, shirt, and boots from Alesha; a plaid coat and khaki pants from Mom; and forthcoming a workout dvd from Natasha. All very nice and I loved all of them. Saturday night there was a big singles activity at the Marriott in DC. It was a film festival, and some of the films were pretty funny - different singles' wards made and submitted them. Then there was a dance afterward, and I ran into my friend Kate Borg who I knew from Ricks and haven't seen here in, seriously, seven years. So that was great.
My birthday bash/weekend was a lot of fun. Unfortunately with the lack of sleep and weather change, I got sick. I'm going to blame it on my roommate because she was sick before I was, and hey, I like to blame things on other people ; )
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Rock It Grill
Friday night I went out with my co-worker and friend, Jocelyn. The night started off interestingly with me running into the curb with my tire. Luckily nothing happened other than my hub cab being a little scraped. We went out to dinner, yummy Cuban food. Then we entered Rock It Grill.
Rock It Grill is a highly popular karaoke bar. We got there about 9:30 and it was already packed. We had to sit on stools by the pool table, which was amusing when people were trying to make a shot over by where we sitting. But no harm came to us via pool cue, thankfully. We signed up to sing, but the list was long. Some of the singers were really good, some just decent. We enjoyed listening and singing along. Unfortunately, they never called our names to sing. We stayed for about an hour and a half, and then they started dance floor music. It was really smokey, so we decided to leave.
It was so packed that it was hard getting out. I did a little "which way are you going dance" with this big, tall guy who was holding a pitcher of beer and half drunk. It resulted in him spilling beer directly on my crotch. It was a good thing that we were leaving at that point, because it totally looked like I had peed my pants. And it was wet, uncomfortable, and it smelled bad. Gross. We just drove back to my place after that and called it a night. I was sad I didn't get to sing though - I was going to do an Elvis song. : (
Rock It Grill is a highly popular karaoke bar. We got there about 9:30 and it was already packed. We had to sit on stools by the pool table, which was amusing when people were trying to make a shot over by where we sitting. But no harm came to us via pool cue, thankfully. We signed up to sing, but the list was long. Some of the singers were really good, some just decent. We enjoyed listening and singing along. Unfortunately, they never called our names to sing. We stayed for about an hour and a half, and then they started dance floor music. It was really smokey, so we decided to leave.
It was so packed that it was hard getting out. I did a little "which way are you going dance" with this big, tall guy who was holding a pitcher of beer and half drunk. It resulted in him spilling beer directly on my crotch. It was a good thing that we were leaving at that point, because it totally looked like I had peed my pants. And it was wet, uncomfortable, and it smelled bad. Gross. We just drove back to my place after that and called it a night. I was sad I didn't get to sing though - I was going to do an Elvis song. : (
Thursday, October 9, 2008
It's a tragedy - I swear it is
On my last post, two days ago, I complained that utter boredom is involved with my job. But the one thing that helped get me through the day was checking my facebook every now and then (or a lot really, but who's counting). I played WordTwist and Scramble, wrote on my friends wall, etc. These activities helped to keep me sane. But now, I'm afraid that I will go insane. Why? Because the lovely IT guys at my work blocked facebook! They have also blocked myspace and youtube. What is this world coming to? I thought America was all about freedom, but now I'm not even free to check my facebook. They're all communists, I tell you - red commies.
Ok, so I'm being a bit dramatic. But I find it really lame that they had to go and do that. I know that they want us to work, be efficient, and get things done but we need breaks every once in awhile. If we just sat at our desk for 8 straight hours with no reprieve, our productivity would go down the drain. And even though I checked facebook and even got on youtube sometimes, that doesn't mean I wasn't getting my job done. I'm a good employee dang it, but now I'm being punished. Geez oh pete!
Thankfully they haven't blocked email yet, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they don't. But just so you all know, if I seem a little off my rocker, you can blame it on the company I work for. I know I will.
Ok, so I'm being a bit dramatic. But I find it really lame that they had to go and do that. I know that they want us to work, be efficient, and get things done but we need breaks every once in awhile. If we just sat at our desk for 8 straight hours with no reprieve, our productivity would go down the drain. And even though I checked facebook and even got on youtube sometimes, that doesn't mean I wasn't getting my job done. I'm a good employee dang it, but now I'm being punished. Geez oh pete!
Thankfully they haven't blocked email yet, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they don't. But just so you all know, if I seem a little off my rocker, you can blame it on the company I work for. I know I will.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Utter Boredom
So, I have this job that I'm really grateful for, because it, you know, pays the bills. And my coworkers are great, and I only have a 15 minute commute, and I have health insurance. All good things. The bad part - the mind numbing boredom. I do the same things day in and day out, five days a week, from 8:30 to 5:30. I try to come up with ways to entertain myself or to take breaks, but a girl can only look at her facebook page so many times before she realizes that even though she may have 335 friends, none of them are writing on her wall. And no one has written on her wall in the last 32 seconds. And WordTwist or Scramble only take 10 minutes out of the day. It's sad really.
So here I am writing on my blog about my utter boredom, and I'm probably boring anyone who reads this. I apologize. I'm trying not to count down the minutes until I can go home, but I think I'm failing. I think I need to go take a nap.
So here I am writing on my blog about my utter boredom, and I'm probably boring anyone who reads this. I apologize. I'm trying not to count down the minutes until I can go home, but I think I'm failing. I think I need to go take a nap.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Oh, Michael!!!
Last night, Celeste and I journeyed up to Baltimore during rush hour traffic. Why? To go to a Michael Buble concert. It was so worth the drive (which wasn't even that bad, and we didn't even get lost, surprisingly enough). His opening act was an a capella group called Naturally 7. They were uh-mazing. No joke, they sounded exactly like drums, bass, lead guitar, trombone, you name it. It was truly incredible.
And then Michael came out. Big sigh! He is so sexy, with the voice, and the suit, and the everything. He not only is an amazing singer, but he's funny too. I'll share some stories. A little ways into the concert Michael spotted a little kid in the audience and asked his name and age, which was five. Then Michael says, "I'm glad you're here, because it's kids like you that keep me from turning into Amy Winehouse in a second. No joke." Then he went down into the audience to meet the little kid. He took pictures with a couple people (sadly, we had the cheap seats and did not have this experience). On the way back up to the stage he sees an old woman, so he plants a big kiss on her, and she in turn grabbed his butt! And we're not talking a little pat on the tush, no she full on grabbed it with both hands. It was hilarious. The whole arena was roaring. When Michael got back on stage he asked her how old she was - 77. Then he said, "I haven't had 19-year-old girls grab my ass the way you just did. I have things to learn from you." They were showing her on the jumbo screen, and she gave this sly grin and then a huge wink. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt. I'm totally going to be like that when I'm old. Awesome.
A little later in the show Michael said, "Now I know that there are men and women that glad to be here, but then there are some guys that got dragged here." Then he pointed at this big, macho looking guy and said, "Like you, she dragged your ass here, didn't she." The guy nodded yes. Then Michael said, "Okay, just get through this concert, and I swear in like three and half hours, when your in your bed smoking a cigarette, you'll say 'Thank you Michael.' Hey, can you two do me a favor - tonight when your, you know, doing it, can one of you say my name. Just softly, like 'oh, Michael.' I'll really appreciate it." Again the whole arena was cracking up. Then he says, "I'm sorry, this is me. I wanted to be a hockey player, but somewhere my life went wrong, and now I'm up here sing jazz."
Once some girl screamed, "I love you, Michael!" And he yelled back, "I love you stranger in the dark! But I'm still going to see other audiences, on the side." He's such a goofball. He also did this funny skit with his band members. He was telling us all how they are like brothers and let them play for awhile. Then he left the stage and one of the trombone players gets up and says, "Michael acts all nice and says we're brothers but really he's a jerk. We're not allowed to look at him directly or talk to him. My one speaking encounter with him was when I was looking at him and he said, 'Hey band guy, stopping looking at me or I'll fire you.' He's not nice. And I think I could do this singing thing." So he starts singing and Michael comes back out, acting all mad. Then he picks up the trombone and starts "playing." Really it was one of the other band members. The whole thing was ridiculous and comic.
He sang a variety of songs from all three CDs - most of his good ones, and a couple of new songs from his upcoming CD. My favorites that he sang - "I'm Your Man," "Feeling Good," "Save the Last Dance," "Sway," "Home," "Crazy Little Thing Called Love," and "Everything." He closed with "Song For You." All in all, it was an awesome concert, and if he comes back I would totally go again. Oh, Michael indeed.
And then Michael came out. Big sigh! He is so sexy, with the voice, and the suit, and the everything. He not only is an amazing singer, but he's funny too. I'll share some stories. A little ways into the concert Michael spotted a little kid in the audience and asked his name and age, which was five. Then Michael says, "I'm glad you're here, because it's kids like you that keep me from turning into Amy Winehouse in a second. No joke." Then he went down into the audience to meet the little kid. He took pictures with a couple people (sadly, we had the cheap seats and did not have this experience). On the way back up to the stage he sees an old woman, so he plants a big kiss on her, and she in turn grabbed his butt! And we're not talking a little pat on the tush, no she full on grabbed it with both hands. It was hilarious. The whole arena was roaring. When Michael got back on stage he asked her how old she was - 77. Then he said, "I haven't had 19-year-old girls grab my ass the way you just did. I have things to learn from you." They were showing her on the jumbo screen, and she gave this sly grin and then a huge wink. I was laughing so hard my stomach hurt. I'm totally going to be like that when I'm old. Awesome.
A little later in the show Michael said, "Now I know that there are men and women that glad to be here, but then there are some guys that got dragged here." Then he pointed at this big, macho looking guy and said, "Like you, she dragged your ass here, didn't she." The guy nodded yes. Then Michael said, "Okay, just get through this concert, and I swear in like three and half hours, when your in your bed smoking a cigarette, you'll say 'Thank you Michael.' Hey, can you two do me a favor - tonight when your, you know, doing it, can one of you say my name. Just softly, like 'oh, Michael.' I'll really appreciate it." Again the whole arena was cracking up. Then he says, "I'm sorry, this is me. I wanted to be a hockey player, but somewhere my life went wrong, and now I'm up here sing jazz."
Once some girl screamed, "I love you, Michael!" And he yelled back, "I love you stranger in the dark! But I'm still going to see other audiences, on the side." He's such a goofball. He also did this funny skit with his band members. He was telling us all how they are like brothers and let them play for awhile. Then he left the stage and one of the trombone players gets up and says, "Michael acts all nice and says we're brothers but really he's a jerk. We're not allowed to look at him directly or talk to him. My one speaking encounter with him was when I was looking at him and he said, 'Hey band guy, stopping looking at me or I'll fire you.' He's not nice. And I think I could do this singing thing." So he starts singing and Michael comes back out, acting all mad. Then he picks up the trombone and starts "playing." Really it was one of the other band members. The whole thing was ridiculous and comic.
He sang a variety of songs from all three CDs - most of his good ones, and a couple of new songs from his upcoming CD. My favorites that he sang - "I'm Your Man," "Feeling Good," "Save the Last Dance," "Sway," "Home," "Crazy Little Thing Called Love," and "Everything." He closed with "Song For You." All in all, it was an awesome concert, and if he comes back I would totally go again. Oh, Michael indeed.
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