Friday, April 22, 2005
I Looked So Hot Yesterday
No... for real... I did. I looked damn hot yesterday.
Aw, these past couple days have been so great. I miss Tamara Snyder like nobody's business. She arrived on Wednesday and I met her for a beer at Primanti's, which was great. After that we went to the mall 'cause she forgot to bring a pair of shoes to wear to 80's night, so we were going to go purchase some. While we were there I decided I needed to buy a purse because the one I have is simply below my standards, and I found the perfect purse. PERFECT. No. I'm not even lying. It's the best purse ever. It's big enough to fit all my stuff, and yet, it doesn't look like a suitcase. It's got a compartment for my cell phone so I don't have to dig everywhere when it rings, it's got big open parts that are easy to get to in a hurry (for money, etc) and also zipper compartments for things you don't want out in the open where they can fall out easily (like tampons.) So I was so thrilled to find this purse... and this is the (almost) best part - it was twelve bucks. Twelve bucks!
But wait.
There's more.
So I went to pay for the aforementioned purse, and the dude at the register was talking at me. It went something like this:
Dude: Do you have a Sears charge card?
Me: No.
Dude: Would you li-
Me: NO!
Dude: But it -
Me: Nooooooooooooooo
Dude: If you apply for a Sears card, you'll save $15. And as your purse is $12, you'll actually have credit on the card.
Me: ......
Dude: You won't have to pay for anything.
Me: ... you are going to give me three dollars to take this purse?
Dude: Yes.
So, I finally broke down. I know it will be okay - I only have 2 other store credit cards, and neither of them have a balance... I never use them, I don't even know if I still have them, and they've never been a problem. And seeing as this one will owe me money instead of vice versa, I couldn't turn it down. So I walked away with a free purse and a $3.00 credit on my card. The dude said he thinks if you don't use the card in a while they'll cut me a check. Pretty cool, huh? Especially considering I was preparing to buy the purse regardless of all that. So that was awesome.
Then yesterday after work, I met Sarah and Tam at Mad Mex for happy hora. Unfortunately, I hit rush hour traffic on my way in, and then couldn't find a parking space, so they had already eaten and were working on their second margaritas by the time I arrived. I didn't want to hold them up, so I skipped on the food and ordered a margarita, which I drank as fast as I could so I could catch up. (Mind you, the Margaritas at Mad Mex are HUGE and are rumored to be 5 shots of tequila.) Tam had taken a couple sips of her second margarita and determined that she could not drink it, so as I finished my first, she gave her second to me, which I also drank rather quickly. With nothing in my stomach but 2 HUGE margaritas and a handfull of corn chips, the three of us staggered back to Sarah's place. En route, I remembered that Dr. Inkster had called me to ask if I could play somewhere, and I figured, what better time to call back than now? Have you ever drunk dialed a former professor? If not, you should.
So we had a lovely chat and I will be playing a concert on Tuesday. Good stuff.
Anyway, we got to Sarah's and figured it would be a couple hours til we left for 80's night, so we should drink something to keep the buzz going in the meantime. Enter: Keystone Ice. Typically, I nearly vomit just looking at Keystone Ice. But I gotta tell ya, when your teeth and taste buds are numb, it's not that bad! So the three of us drank gross beer and got all hoochied out to go to 80's night. Did I crimp my hair? You bet your sweet patootie I did! (Actually, technically Sarah crimped my hair... but it was crimped nonetheless.) This is from whence the title of this blog comes. We looked.... so hot. I'm not even lying. We looked so freakin' hot, even I was turned on, and I'm a heterosexual female. We had crimped hair and short skirts and knee-high boots and just amazing beautiful breathtaking hotness. At some point we put on the mix CD I made Sarah and danced around... sigh... just like college days. And Jason came over at some point too. Then the four of us left for 80's night (which rhymes with Ladies' Night, the lyrics of which Josh sent to my phone via text message cause he's freakin' awesome) looking hot and feeling just a tad messed up.
At eighties night, there were other beautiful people, great 80's tunes, and a girl I knew in high school, which was pretty cool. At some point, after several mixed drinks, John showed up and I think I spilled drinks on him all night, so I feel bad. But he seemed to be having a good time. We all were. We all had a a damn good time. We did lots of dancing and lots of drinking and lots of screaming (why the hell not?) and general merriment was plentiful.
After that, we went back to Sarah's and partook in the usual activities of Sarah's place, including, of course, Domino's pizza, which tastes nasty unless it's like, 3 am and you've been drinking. Before I knew it, it was very very late and it occured to me I'd have to work in about 5 hours. So I went home all kinds of sad because I wished I wasn't a grownup with a job and responsibilities and crap. (But hey, at least I looked damn hot.)
This morning when I woke up, I had the worst headache I think I've ever had in my life ever. This was unfortunate. I was a champ though, and went to work, only to discover that there was no work to do. I've been awesome at work lately and had done all the work there was to do. So, hungover and bored, I asked my boss if I could leave and she let me go without asking any further questions. She's awesome.
So here I am. Noon on a Friday, home from work, hungover and yet contented. I think A Great Fall is playing tonight (things I should know, huh?) at some small high school somewhere... it's really short notice. It only really came up because our drummer's other band was supposed to play, and they bailed, so he asked us if we'd come jam instead, so that's the plan. It'll be cool. Although... come to think of it, I wonder if we're supposed to bring equipment. Hmm...
My nickname in the band is "Purple Lightning." This is because I went to purchase a guitar strap and the cheapest one they had had purple lightning bolts on it... and the name was born. (Ya'd think they'd have plain ones, but nooo) So that's kinda stuck. I have a surprise for the band though. (Don't tell!) I actually own a shirt... with a blue glitterly lightning bolt on it. (Okay, so it's not purple, but the band is very easily amused, so I'm quite certain they'll get a kick out of it anyway) I am going to wear the shirt tonight, and because they're such losers, I know they'll love it. Haha... damn I love those guys.
Wait... did I already tell the story about the guitar strap? Hmm. Oh well.
That's really it for the goings on. I'm sure I'll write more later. I've been in a bloggy mood as of late.
Peace out homies.
Aw, these past couple days have been so great. I miss Tamara Snyder like nobody's business. She arrived on Wednesday and I met her for a beer at Primanti's, which was great. After that we went to the mall 'cause she forgot to bring a pair of shoes to wear to 80's night, so we were going to go purchase some. While we were there I decided I needed to buy a purse because the one I have is simply below my standards, and I found the perfect purse. PERFECT. No. I'm not even lying. It's the best purse ever. It's big enough to fit all my stuff, and yet, it doesn't look like a suitcase. It's got a compartment for my cell phone so I don't have to dig everywhere when it rings, it's got big open parts that are easy to get to in a hurry (for money, etc) and also zipper compartments for things you don't want out in the open where they can fall out easily (like tampons.) So I was so thrilled to find this purse... and this is the (almost) best part - it was twelve bucks. Twelve bucks!
But wait.
There's more.
So I went to pay for the aforementioned purse, and the dude at the register was talking at me. It went something like this:
Dude: Do you have a Sears charge card?
Me: No.
Dude: Would you li-
Me: NO!
Dude: But it -
Me: Nooooooooooooooo
Dude: If you apply for a Sears card, you'll save $15. And as your purse is $12, you'll actually have credit on the card.
Me: ......
Dude: You won't have to pay for anything.
Me: ... you are going to give me three dollars to take this purse?
Dude: Yes.
So, I finally broke down. I know it will be okay - I only have 2 other store credit cards, and neither of them have a balance... I never use them, I don't even know if I still have them, and they've never been a problem. And seeing as this one will owe me money instead of vice versa, I couldn't turn it down. So I walked away with a free purse and a $3.00 credit on my card. The dude said he thinks if you don't use the card in a while they'll cut me a check. Pretty cool, huh? Especially considering I was preparing to buy the purse regardless of all that. So that was awesome.
Then yesterday after work, I met Sarah and Tam at Mad Mex for happy hora. Unfortunately, I hit rush hour traffic on my way in, and then couldn't find a parking space, so they had already eaten and were working on their second margaritas by the time I arrived. I didn't want to hold them up, so I skipped on the food and ordered a margarita, which I drank as fast as I could so I could catch up. (Mind you, the Margaritas at Mad Mex are HUGE and are rumored to be 5 shots of tequila.) Tam had taken a couple sips of her second margarita and determined that she could not drink it, so as I finished my first, she gave her second to me, which I also drank rather quickly. With nothing in my stomach but 2 HUGE margaritas and a handfull of corn chips, the three of us staggered back to Sarah's place. En route, I remembered that Dr. Inkster had called me to ask if I could play somewhere, and I figured, what better time to call back than now? Have you ever drunk dialed a former professor? If not, you should.
So we had a lovely chat and I will be playing a concert on Tuesday. Good stuff.
Anyway, we got to Sarah's and figured it would be a couple hours til we left for 80's night, so we should drink something to keep the buzz going in the meantime. Enter: Keystone Ice. Typically, I nearly vomit just looking at Keystone Ice. But I gotta tell ya, when your teeth and taste buds are numb, it's not that bad! So the three of us drank gross beer and got all hoochied out to go to 80's night. Did I crimp my hair? You bet your sweet patootie I did! (Actually, technically Sarah crimped my hair... but it was crimped nonetheless.) This is from whence the title of this blog comes. We looked.... so hot. I'm not even lying. We looked so freakin' hot, even I was turned on, and I'm a heterosexual female. We had crimped hair and short skirts and knee-high boots and just amazing beautiful breathtaking hotness. At some point we put on the mix CD I made Sarah and danced around... sigh... just like college days. And Jason came over at some point too. Then the four of us left for 80's night (which rhymes with Ladies' Night, the lyrics of which Josh sent to my phone via text message cause he's freakin' awesome) looking hot and feeling just a tad messed up.
At eighties night, there were other beautiful people, great 80's tunes, and a girl I knew in high school, which was pretty cool. At some point, after several mixed drinks, John showed up and I think I spilled drinks on him all night, so I feel bad. But he seemed to be having a good time. We all were. We all had a a damn good time. We did lots of dancing and lots of drinking and lots of screaming (why the hell not?) and general merriment was plentiful.
After that, we went back to Sarah's and partook in the usual activities of Sarah's place, including, of course, Domino's pizza, which tastes nasty unless it's like, 3 am and you've been drinking. Before I knew it, it was very very late and it occured to me I'd have to work in about 5 hours. So I went home all kinds of sad because I wished I wasn't a grownup with a job and responsibilities and crap. (But hey, at least I looked damn hot.)
This morning when I woke up, I had the worst headache I think I've ever had in my life ever. This was unfortunate. I was a champ though, and went to work, only to discover that there was no work to do. I've been awesome at work lately and had done all the work there was to do. So, hungover and bored, I asked my boss if I could leave and she let me go without asking any further questions. She's awesome.
So here I am. Noon on a Friday, home from work, hungover and yet contented. I think A Great Fall is playing tonight (things I should know, huh?) at some small high school somewhere... it's really short notice. It only really came up because our drummer's other band was supposed to play, and they bailed, so he asked us if we'd come jam instead, so that's the plan. It'll be cool. Although... come to think of it, I wonder if we're supposed to bring equipment. Hmm...
My nickname in the band is "Purple Lightning." This is because I went to purchase a guitar strap and the cheapest one they had had purple lightning bolts on it... and the name was born. (Ya'd think they'd have plain ones, but nooo) So that's kinda stuck. I have a surprise for the band though. (Don't tell!) I actually own a shirt... with a blue glitterly lightning bolt on it. (Okay, so it's not purple, but the band is very easily amused, so I'm quite certain they'll get a kick out of it anyway) I am going to wear the shirt tonight, and because they're such losers, I know they'll love it. Haha... damn I love those guys.
Wait... did I already tell the story about the guitar strap? Hmm. Oh well.
That's really it for the goings on. I'm sure I'll write more later. I've been in a bloggy mood as of late.
Peace out homies.
