Thursday, December 07, 2006

The Season is Upon Us!

And boy am I excited! The big night is almost here! This Saturday I'm having our 2nd Annual Ho-Ho-Holiday Party. Hopefully this year will top the outrageous antics of the last. In order to do that we must:

  • Break the shower rod completely off this time, instead of leaving it dangling.

  • Actually get out the door to go to the bars this year.

  • Lots of making out under the mistletoe!

  • Foosball Tournament!

Monday, November 13, 2006

Did you see that?

Saturday night was nice and quiet. The boy had a soccer game on Sunday, so we just went to the movies (finally saw The Departed, it was good.) Walking home, you would have thought there was a tornado going through Santa Monica. The wind whipped around as we walked, and pieces of palm trees were crashing to the ground right in front of us. Needless to say but I'm going to say it anyway, the walk home from the Promenade was no fun.

So we're sitting on the couch, me reading, him playing FIFA, when I hear, "It's a beautiful day..." Stupid U2 is blaring. Just some background, we live in an apartment that is right on a street, not a busy street, but the noise definitely took some getting used to, seeing how we'd moved here from the middle of nowhere.

I'm thinking, "Wow, the person at the light is really rocking out." And the music just keeps going. The next song starts, and I'm no U2 fan, so it was quite annoying. J's not bothered at all, but my curiosity got the best of me. I walk out onto the patio, and peek my head through the bushes. My innocent eyes were not ready for what they saw...

A nice Mercedes, parked directly in front of my apartment was the culprit. Headlights on, windows up, and a forty-ish couple going at it like a bunch of teenagers. "HOLY S**T J! Get out here and check this out!"

Yes, my boyfriend and I totally spied on this couple. Pervy I know. We go back inside, and try to ignore the NC-17 love fest that's right out front, but the damn U2 gets even louder. Are these people freaking deaf? Or do they really, REALLY get turned on by Bono?

I decide, no more of this. I "need" to take the dog out. I put the little stinker on the leash, and stand two feet in front of the windshield with my hand on my hip, tapping my toe for a dramatic effect. The two finally surface for air, lipgloss, whatevs, and see me staring them down. Mean? Yes. Something my mom would do? Definitely.
But seriously U2?

Friday, November 10, 2006

Where to begin?

In all honesty, I'm not too sure why I've decided to start this. Possibly out of boredom, maybe a little bit of curiousity, but probably because I think it will be fun. I've been going back and forth about how to get started, and feel that a typical get-to-know-me introduction is the way to go. A tad cheesy, but as many know, cheesy = me.

So I live in sunny, southern California. One dog, one boyfriend, no white picket fence because well let's be serious, real estate is insane out here. I love that I can walk to the beach. I love even more that in the spring time if the weather is just right, I can go skiing in the morning, and make it home in time to bask on the sand before the sun goes down. I work for a sports media agency, which makes my lack of interest in sports even more hilarious. I LOVE to cook and bake. I'm constantly making cookies, cakes, lavish dinners, and anything else I can think of that will fatten up my tall, lanky man. It still hasn't worked, but I don't think he's complaining about my efforts. I'm the captain of a kickball team, and while it's not exactly challenging, I find that I play significantly better if I have a party cup in my hand. I'm also making an attempt to go back to school. I say this only because I really don't want to be back in school, but I know I have to finish it. So while you're galavanting across town, I'm getting my quadratic formula on! See, I try to get excited, but I really think that school is totally interferring with my social life.

I moved here almost two years ago from Maryland, right outside of DC. I grew up on a cattle farm, a fact that I think some of my new friends still don't believe. While I obviously miss my family and friends, it's the little things that have really started to tug the strings to my little heart. Like when my little sister sends me pictures of the tasty, refreshing Yuengling she's drinking, or talking to my mom and hearing about the frost and the leaves turning. Or getting to ride my horse around when I should help vacinate the cows. I miss having a bar on the first floor of my office building. Nothing beats being able to take the elevator downstairs after a tough day, and drinking vodka tonics, eating lots of fries, and gossiping with my best friends.

Phew! That's a start. A bit all over the place, but I had to start somewhere.