Saturday, January 06, 2007

Employee of the year

The last two days have kind of been a blur. A good blur.

The birthday ended with a super-fun turnout at the Righteous Room and later the quietest room we could find at Manuel's. We called the room at Manuel's the "liberry" because it was so quiet. And everyone keppt laughing 'cause I called "Manuel's" by its Spanish pronunciation rather than the way everyone else does which just sounds like something to do with hands or instructions. I think I made a bunch of jokes about how c-sections and breach births were merely the beginning of parents baby-ing their kids: "oh that's ok honey, anyway you want to come out is fine—let mommy cut you a special hole just fo you!" Back in the 70's, we came out the old-fashioned way! There were lots of shots and laughing and then it was January 5th. And so I went home.

Then I came home and showed the old car to a guy who offered me $500 for it. I'm very tempted as he was not only a cool guy but trustworthy. Everyone else I talk to seems so shady and their broken-english emails say something like "when can come get car?" as if it's just for the taking. Whatever, Sergei.

Then a violent storm blew through. I took a nap. I spent the rest of the day was spent running errands and buying a new pair of jeans. Then I took another nap. It was the best.

Then last night I met Justin and Kalen at a bar where—I'm not kidding here, folks. This is the part where you might want to sit down if you're not already—we played beer pong. Have you seen this game of filth? Let me shed some light.

In short you set up a wedge of half-filled beer cups much like bowling pins at each end of a ping pong table. The object is to throw ping pong balls into the other team's cups so they have to drink them—slam them, rather. The part that makes me want to projecticle vomit even now is that the ball doesn't always go in and sometimes ricochets off and onto the floor or under a cigarette machine or under the table or onto that carpeted area that's been there sicne the 60's or that little corner where that trash can is or next to that GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

Sorry the vomit on my keyboard was making the keys stick.

What did I turn, 23? How I ended up there, I have no idea. I'm gonna go outside now and enjoy out 70-something degree January day. Global warming rocks!

(speaking of, Schwarzenegger gave a pretty impressive little inauguration speech yesterday morning in California. I was amazed)


Blogger Tania Rochelle said...

That reminds me--I still need to write that book of drinking games for stay-home moms.

9:37 AM  

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