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Just Say No

By conversations, employment, partying like a rock star 11 Comments

Conversation from the past:

“Hey Lisa, here, have a beer!”

“Awesome.  Thanks!”

“Here, have another!”

“Okay, cool.”

“Have another beer!”

“Sure, okay, thanks!”

“Lisa, here’s another beer for you.”

“Sweet.”

“Lisa, you want one more?”

“Yeah, okay, one more.”

“Another?”

“Yeah, okay, one more.”

“Lisa, I think you’ve had enough.”

“Yeah, okay, one more.”

Conversation from the future:

“Hey Lisa, here, have a beer!”

“No thank you.  I’ll just have water.”

“Oh, you’re so boring!  Have a beer.  It’s a Bud Light, your favorite.”

“No, I’m sorry.  I’d rather not.  I don’t drink.”

“Since when?  You’re no fun.  Have the Bud Light.”

“Nah, I’m plenty fun without the Bud Light.  Just water for me.  Thanks.”

Last night after work, I sat down at the bar with Regina to have a beer.  A beer.  One.  Instead, I think we ended up having like seven.  And a shot.  We also had a shot.  I don’t even know what it was a shot of, but I’m pretty sure it was pink since that was what color I was puking at four o’clock this afternoon.

It was an awful, nauseous, hungover day.  I almost had to call out of work because I felt so sick.  I’ve never felt like that before — even after nights of more excessive drinking.  Either that was the shot from hell or I’m getting old, but either way, it was my own fault for drinking so much on a Wednesday night — at my place of employment no less.  It was totally ridiculous.

So, that’s it.  I’m giving it up.  I’m sacrificing alcohol for the sake of my well-being.  My goal is to go an entire month without drinking.  If I can’t have a beer without following it up with six more then I don’t deserve to have one at all.  I will not have any more wasted days of pacing around the house feeling intoxicated at two o’clock in the afternoon.   I’m done.  Beer is overrated.  It’s fattening and it causes me to give out my number to boys and and it makes me crave boneless Buffalo wings — another unnecessary evil — fried and fatty and accompanied by a huge glob of cellulite – I mean, salad dressing.

There you have it.  No more partying like a rock star after work, and no more beer.  None.

(By the way, does anyone want to hit up Bar A this Tuesday for Beat-the-Clock night?)

Malibu Moments

By las vegas, little cousins, partying like a rock star, the malibu 9 Comments

I haven’t had much time to update recently because I’ve been trying to cram in as much fun stuff and quality time with the little cousins as possible before I head back east.  Yesterday happened to be a prime opportunity since K and Court somehow convinced my aunt that school was optional on the day before Spring Break.  Ellie (the neighbor) didn’t go to school either, so we all piled into the Malibu and headed down to the Strip for a rainy day at the Fashion Show Mall and the movies.

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Driving the little cousins around Las Vegas is always a huge production.  It is somewhat difficult to concentrate on what is going on outside the vehicle when you are bombarded with constant screaming, singing, fighting, blasting music, yelling, flashing cameras, clapping, banging, flying chocolates, bouncing, violent dancing, and hysterical laughing inside the vehicle.  Somehow, the road seems unbelievably boring compared to what goes on inside my car.

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I don’t usually posts tons and tons of pictures in my journal entries, but I’m going to make an exception so that I can share some of yesterday’s Malibu Moments with you.

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Driving from our house to the Strip takes about 20-30 minutes (depending on traffic, lights, and accidents) which gives us a nice window of time to expand our musical horizons in the car.

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Since my cousins are teenage girls, we usually rock out to Simple Plan, MXPX, or Sugarcult, but occasionally they will let me entertain them with some Reel Big Fish, Aerosmith, or Catch-22.

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In between CDs, there is always someone shouting out the window to an innocent passerby or the occupants of another vehicle.  I try to prevent this as much as possible, but I usually fail.

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When the younger cousins are in the car, fighting, kicking, shouting, pinching, and punching are a normal occurance, but luckily, the older ones only argue over which CD they want to scream along to next.

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I think we must scare the crap out of the security guards when we come through the gate to our neighborhood.  Usually there are limbs hanging out of the windows and sunroof, music blasting, and kids yelling at the top of their lungs.  The security guards and I exchange glances as we pass through the gate.  Those security guys must think I’m a lunatic for driving all these nutsy kids around.

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All in all, driving my little cousins around Vegas is awesome.  We all take tons of pictures whenever we go out and then rush home to look at them as a slide show on my laptop.

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I can only hope that your cousins are half as crazy as mine are.

This crazy trip has got me feelin’: happy
And I’m singin’ along to: Bouncing Off The Walls – Sugarcult

Proof of Improvement

By conversations, little cousins, partying like a rock star, ruling at life One Comment

My aunt woke me up this morning – “Lisa, Frank and I are going to take Franky to the baseball field.”

“Huh?” I rolled over and saw that it was 8 a.m.

“Yeah, there’s all this parade and pictures and stuff. I have to go to Rainbow and Oakey. Any suggestions?”

I stretched my arms over my head and made of of those I-just-woke-up sounds. “Hmm…I don’t know. Take Flamingo to Rainbow and make a left? Is it a left?”

“Did anyone tell you what happened last night? I left you a check. I made Kristin a hair appointment with the girl that cut your hair.”

“And me and Court are going outside to ride motor-scooters,” Sammy added.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I know. Hair appointment. 2:30.” I yawned. “Try to lay off the horns on those damn things.”

“Right. How did you know?” Aunt Kim asked.

“Ummm…oh yeah, I saw Holly at the bar I went to last night,” I replied, still a bit groggy.

“Really? We had this problem with the oven last night. We were making the little pizzas and then Sammy looked into the oven to check on them and she says, ‘Mom! Fire in the oven!’ It wasn’t a fire, but the electricity was going crazy and we had to call the fire trucks and they brought in these big fans and sucked out all the smoke in the house. I can’t believe you saw the girl that’s cutting Kristin’s hair out last night.”

“Mmm. I know. My social life is just spiraling out of control now.”

The Shane Show

By las vegas, partying like a rock star 2 Comments

I spent some quality time with Jacky and Jose (my new awesome Las Vegas friends) this evening. We saw Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (which was totally totally amazing), Jacky cooked a delicious dinner, we watched some Spike Jonze stuff (extremely amusing), and took a trip out to the Whiskey Bar at Green Valley Ranch.

When we got to the Whiskey Bar, Jacky’s roommate introduced us to these two guys she met while she was waiting for us to arrive. “These are my new friends Shane and [I forget the other guy’s name],” she said as she introduced us to two boys who I would describe as flaming, Jacky would describe as pretty, and Jose would describe as fags.

Shane was dressed head-to-toe in designer threads, his white button-down shirt open to flaunt his hairless chest. His blonde hair was immaculately styled and he spoke with an accent as he shook our hands and said, “What’s your name, love?”

Apparently this individual has his own show at the MGM Grand or something. Although I would most likely try to avoid purchasing tickets to see Shane live on stage, we were definitely entertained by what I called “The Shane Show” for the rest of the night.

Maybe I’ll win a million dollars.

By boys, las vegas, partying like a rock star One Comment

I didn’t really want to go out with RV guy last night, but I figured, “Eh, why not? Maybe I’ll win a million dollars.” (You can always motivate yourself to go out on a Friday night in Vegas.)

Kristin and I met RV guy at the mall the other day. His name is Marcus and he’s been living all over the country in his RV since August when he left his home in Minnesota. You can see why I was hesitant to hang out with him. Between the fear of having “Hey baby, wanna go back to my RV?” actually said to me and the possibility of being abucted and brutally murdered by some wacko with one of those Midwest accents, I was pretty much ready to head to bed. But, I decided that he seemed to be a nice enough kid, so I met him at Caesar’s and we set off to find something to do.

We ended up at Margaritaville where we met Brian and David who are stationed at Nellis Air Force Base. They seemed like cool enough guys, especially David, so we ordered some drinks and decided to hang out for a bit. I don’t think RV guy was very impressed that I spent the rest of the night totally absorbed in my conversation with Dave. Even the bartender had to tap us on the shoulders to interrupt and ask us if we needed another drink.

At 12:10 I had to go get my car from the Caesar’s Valet, and RV guy tagged along (which I did not approve of – I wanted go by myself). Against his will, we went straight back to Margaritaville after I parked the Malibu in the O’Shea’s garage across the street. Dave looked really happy that we actually came back and we just jumped right back in to being fascinated with each other.

At 1:00, I turned around and RV guy was gone. I felt bad for a minute. RV guy was nice. I didn’t mean to offend or upset him. Then I realized he left without paying for his $14 worth of Hurricanes. Retard.

Dave and I kept talking and laughing until about 2. He’s from northern Virginia and goes to WVU. He’s in the Air National Guard and is on active duty right now for training. I had so much fun. He gave me his number and I gave him mine. He asked me what I was doing tonight and said he’d give me a call.

So, I guess it was a good idea to go out with RV guy after all. Granted, I didn’t win a million dollars, but I did find David – and he might be better.