How come I can not go downtown without drinking or getting drunk? I have no self control. hmmmmm....I wish I had someone to booty-call....
Anyway so I went to a bbq earlier today and it was mucho fun. I drank beers, ate undercooked hamburgers, and saw multiple guys buns! Can't get any better than that! Thanks F for the invite, totally superceded my plan to enjoy Barton Springs. I had a lot more fun.
I love bbqs. They are vital to any good summer. I love eating outside too. Despite bugs and wind and the glaring Texas sun, I love picnicing, barbequeing and anything else like that. Its like an adventure every meal. That was one of my favorite parts of France when I stayed there for awhile was that everyone ate their meals outside when it was nice weather.
Wow, I totally went off on a tangent. Back to drinking....I enjoyed myself tonight I pretty much drank all day...oops is that bad? I'm not sure? I found out though how small a world it is. I ran into someone who knows all these people that I grew up with...it was crazy man!
Anyway it was a good day followed by a good night.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
Boobies?
Last night I flashed a straight guy in a gay bar. Does it get any better than that? I think not!
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Yup
I spent an hour trying to fit the contents of two peoples kitchen cabinents into my kitchen. Its like a wall of dry goods in there. I have at this point 3 soy sauce bottles, 3 honeybears, 4 bottles of olive oil and numerous other canned goods. I believe I'll be eating chinese noodles for the rest of my life. I can't bare to throw any of it away either. My bursting kitchen is a sad replacement for the friends who've left. Well at least I can't eat my sorrows away.
I then went back into work to do some spring cleaning in the office. We were done with work at 9:30 but we stayed till about 11pm to hear some very interesting stuff that goes on on the job. Lets just say that for those of you who've heard me discuss it earlier...all my theories are fairly true. I was hired for a reason and it wasn't necessarily because of my amazing work ethic or killer resume. I just hope that I can take the information given to me and utilize it but at the same time keep focused and just do the work and not get wrapped up in office politics..one can only hope but I think shit might hit the fan soon. Another employee gave their two week notice today...things are looking grim.
I then went back into work to do some spring cleaning in the office. We were done with work at 9:30 but we stayed till about 11pm to hear some very interesting stuff that goes on on the job. Lets just say that for those of you who've heard me discuss it earlier...all my theories are fairly true. I was hired for a reason and it wasn't necessarily because of my amazing work ethic or killer resume. I just hope that I can take the information given to me and utilize it but at the same time keep focused and just do the work and not get wrapped up in office politics..one can only hope but I think shit might hit the fan soon. Another employee gave their two week notice today...things are looking grim.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
A Curse on My Head...
So when I went home this past weekend I spent some time with my grandparents being the good grandchild that I am. We were siting in the backyard sipping our drinks when my future and what I'm planning to do came up in the conversation. I was discussing my plans to go to grad school probably out of state next fall and other stuff. I have this thing all planned out and serious relationships/marriage is definitely not in the books for a long time. My grandfather who this entire time has been feeding the squirrels nuts chimes in his opinion.
Grandpa: Well Stephanie, you might not want to leave Texas. A lot could happen in a year....you could get married! (spoken in a heavily french accented english)
Me: What?!? Married! I don't think so...not for a long while
Grandpa: You never know! (a little smirk on his face)
This got everyone to chime in on it and sit there and exclaim how in a year and a half I could meet, fall in love and marry someone!
It felt like a very dark omen! I would like to inform everyone FAT CHANCE!!!!
Grandpa: Well Stephanie, you might not want to leave Texas. A lot could happen in a year....you could get married! (spoken in a heavily french accented english)
Me: What?!? Married! I don't think so...not for a long while
Grandpa: You never know! (a little smirk on his face)
This got everyone to chime in on it and sit there and exclaim how in a year and a half I could meet, fall in love and marry someone!
It felt like a very dark omen! I would like to inform everyone FAT CHANCE!!!!
Slightly Disturbing....
Omg I've been working like crazy lately. I get home and I can't even keep my eyes open. I've had to decline so many invites out this week due to sheer exhaustion. I'm gonna start losing all my friends if I'm not careful but tomorrow I'm gonna party hard even though on Saturday I have to get up and go to work at 10am....C'est la vie! I won't complain when I get a fat check in the bank later on I guess.
Anyway...So I'm at work and I'm giving a tour of the building to a couple of 18 yr old boys. One is kinda geeky while the other one was pretty cute (waaaaayyy to young of course!). I take them on the tour and the cute one keeps on staring at me very intensely. Its a little unnerving but I've had to deal with worse! We're standing outside the door and I'm describing to them the different events that go on in the building for the residents. I'm trying to do the good salesperson thing and divide my attention equally between the two of them. I'm looking at the cute one and his hand which is by his face catches my eye. As I'm talking he slowly moves his hand from his face and runs it even more slowly and I guess one could say seductively down the front of his chest. I follow the hand just as your eyes would follow someones hands while they are talking. I've seen guys who sit there and rub their chest while talking to people...I guess a male thing to say "oh look at me and see how strong and broad I am!" I didn't think anything of it until it continued down further to the stomach and then further where it stopped in the groin region. I was mortified. I quickly turned away because I didn't know if I just made something more out of it or if he was being suggestive. Somehow I managed to continue talking as if nothing ever happened eventhough I was probably beet red! I felt like from that point on that he was always too close to me and I tried to make special efforts of keeping a wide berth of him.
I don't know why I reacted so strongly to gesture. I usally don't even notice things like that or even read into them. I finally understood how some women feel when they've been harassed. I mean I've had cat calls and whistles but this was a place of business and I don't know but I felt a little violated at the time. I was fine and comfortable with the guys again by the end of the tour, joking and laughing with them. I didn't even have a problem giving them a sales pitch at the very end. It was just that brief instant. Well anyway since I'm too tired to do anything else...I've pretty much only have work stories to discuss.
Anyway...So I'm at work and I'm giving a tour of the building to a couple of 18 yr old boys. One is kinda geeky while the other one was pretty cute (waaaaayyy to young of course!). I take them on the tour and the cute one keeps on staring at me very intensely. Its a little unnerving but I've had to deal with worse! We're standing outside the door and I'm describing to them the different events that go on in the building for the residents. I'm trying to do the good salesperson thing and divide my attention equally between the two of them. I'm looking at the cute one and his hand which is by his face catches my eye. As I'm talking he slowly moves his hand from his face and runs it even more slowly and I guess one could say seductively down the front of his chest. I follow the hand just as your eyes would follow someones hands while they are talking. I've seen guys who sit there and rub their chest while talking to people...I guess a male thing to say "oh look at me and see how strong and broad I am!" I didn't think anything of it until it continued down further to the stomach and then further where it stopped in the groin region. I was mortified. I quickly turned away because I didn't know if I just made something more out of it or if he was being suggestive. Somehow I managed to continue talking as if nothing ever happened eventhough I was probably beet red! I felt like from that point on that he was always too close to me and I tried to make special efforts of keeping a wide berth of him.
I don't know why I reacted so strongly to gesture. I usally don't even notice things like that or even read into them. I finally understood how some women feel when they've been harassed. I mean I've had cat calls and whistles but this was a place of business and I don't know but I felt a little violated at the time. I was fine and comfortable with the guys again by the end of the tour, joking and laughing with them. I didn't even have a problem giving them a sales pitch at the very end. It was just that brief instant. Well anyway since I'm too tired to do anything else...I've pretty much only have work stories to discuss.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Homer rolling in his grave...
I went on Saturday to see the movie Troy. I have to admit that it was not quite as exciting as I had anticipated. The moment I got into the theater, I started to question how they were going to fit 10 years of war in 3 hrs of movie. So needless to say they just glanced over the main events. I'd say the highlight was a nude Brad Pitt. How can that man be 40 and look that damn good?!? My sister and I just kept repeating over and over in the movie..hmmmm..Brad Pitt...naked...skirt....etc. I didn't realize men could look that tasty in skirts...leather ones for that matter. I guess you learn something new every day. Overall, I'm glad I saw the film but definitely won't go down in my book as one of the greats.
Mo' Money, Mo Money, MO'!
Most people know by know that I graduated in December - that was five months ago. I went home this weekend and along with my sister's graduation cards were two from me! Woohoo for late graduation cards! I got me some money to go play with!
By the way, one of the cards contained 25 $1 bills...I think I know what that needs to be used for...and its not 25 cokes from the coke machine!
By the way, one of the cards contained 25 $1 bills...I think I know what that needs to be used for...and its not 25 cokes from the coke machine!
A plastic city
So I went home to Dallas this weekend for my sister's graduation. I spent a good 30min trying to avoid running into people that I graduated with. I was totally successful! I didn't say hi to a single one of them.....is that bad? I discovered that highschool girls are looking older and older (clothes and makeup wise) lately. My sis's friend and my little cousin's friends all had on gobs and gobs of makeup and the most revealing outfits even though it was freakin' 50 degrees outside. I felt old and dowdy.
Later after family dinner at a not so great Mexican food restaurant I headed to uptown Dallas to hand with the great Linds. I was really excited because I hardly ever get to see her anymore. I get directions from her friend David and I find the place no problemo except that he told me to go to TABC and when I called to see if I was at the right place, I kept on telling him I was outside of Thomas Avenue Beverage Company. It took us literally 10minutes to realize we were both talking about the same place. Despite it being uptown, it was a total chill bar and had a whole Austiny vibe to it. Then the suggestion was made to go to Manhattan's a bar/club off of McKinney Avenue. This was the epitomy of Dallas. Majority of the women were blond, tan, and wearing expensive clothing (don't forget about the louises!). Oh yeah and of course I couldn't turn with out having a fake boob in my face. It was so scary! I felt so uncomfortable and out of place! Dallas scares me now! The atmosphere at the bar was so agitated. I guess it was because we got there late and everyone was so extremely drunk. I cannot count how many times I had someone fall on me! (the problem with being smaller than everyone else!) It was an interesting experience and it was worth it cause I got to hang out with Lindsey.
My mom tried to convince me to move back to Dallas when my lease is up in August. I just don't think I could live in that atmosphere without totally losing myself. I don't want to look like those people. Oh well I guess Dallas isn't for everyone and neither is Austin (although I think it a wonderful city!).
Later after family dinner at a not so great Mexican food restaurant I headed to uptown Dallas to hand with the great Linds. I was really excited because I hardly ever get to see her anymore. I get directions from her friend David and I find the place no problemo except that he told me to go to TABC and when I called to see if I was at the right place, I kept on telling him I was outside of Thomas Avenue Beverage Company. It took us literally 10minutes to realize we were both talking about the same place. Despite it being uptown, it was a total chill bar and had a whole Austiny vibe to it. Then the suggestion was made to go to Manhattan's a bar/club off of McKinney Avenue. This was the epitomy of Dallas. Majority of the women were blond, tan, and wearing expensive clothing (don't forget about the louises!). Oh yeah and of course I couldn't turn with out having a fake boob in my face. It was so scary! I felt so uncomfortable and out of place! Dallas scares me now! The atmosphere at the bar was so agitated. I guess it was because we got there late and everyone was so extremely drunk. I cannot count how many times I had someone fall on me! (the problem with being smaller than everyone else!) It was an interesting experience and it was worth it cause I got to hang out with Lindsey.
My mom tried to convince me to move back to Dallas when my lease is up in August. I just don't think I could live in that atmosphere without totally losing myself. I don't want to look like those people. Oh well I guess Dallas isn't for everyone and neither is Austin (although I think it a wonderful city!).
Sunday, May 09, 2004
Finally an Update...
God! Its been insane at work! I worked six days last week but I definitely made up for all that work in my partying on Friday and Saturday night.
Friday: The party started at 4pm with Mexican Martini's at Trudy's. Me and some co-workers were saying our final goodbye to Ashley the girl who is leaving for a better job (lucky duck!). Then I was whisked away to Saba for amazing Mojitos (the frozen mojito that I had at Cuba Libre last weekend in Dallas was far better though) and especially yummy quesadillas. Home again to recuperate and ready ourselves for a night out on the town. F wore her scandalous corset top out and it was definitely a hit with the guys. Kate and I were a little more subdued however. Night ended at Lucky with John Apostol and Phillip of Scotland and 3 very trashed ladies (well 2 very trashed ladies - F threw up at the end of the night and Kate reminded me that I was in the middle of the floor dancing by myself....oops). Went home and passed out only to wake up every freakin' hour until I decided to get up at 10 with a not happy stomach and a headache to match
Lazy Saturday...had Dim Sum for lunch with Kate, F, and Phillip(not of Scotland) followed by an afternoon of movies. PS: do not allow movie dudes to convince you that a french film about the Marquis de Sade as an animal with a talking penis puppet is a good movie to watch. Bought some more chairs for the outside of my apt to replace those stolen. Cooked damn good turkey burgers and watched Y tu maman tambien with F. Got ready again to go out.
Headed to 6th ready for action..parked in secret scary rapist alley way (dangerous but hey its free!). Not so heavy on the drinking this night however. Downed a long island at Library, tried to find Rugby dudes at Daqueri Factory (which is located right across the street from Library but in our eagerness to find our manly men we trekked all the way down to I-35 looking for the dumb place) and then left and went to 4th when we didn't see our Rugby guys. Kate had never been to the Apple Bar so we stopped in and had some damn good martinis then continued on our Journey which eventually led us to Fado. Once in Fado, we immediately run into a group of 16 irishmen from NY. They buy us a couple rounds of drinks and all three girls fawn over a red-head irish dude who while his name is Joe we called Jamie (those of you who've read Outlander will understand). We all head out to my place to afterhours party with our Irishmen (why are american women suckers for an accent?). Some New Zelander Rugby players talk to us for a couple of minutes and while they are much hotter than our Irish dudes we already committed into hanging out with them (Sigh...I love a rugged Kiwi or Aussie). F promised me that we would run into the Kiwis again and that pacified me for the time being. Guys come over (sucks because only one of the irish guys we had been talking to showed up - red, the other two were these other guys that I wouldn't write home about.) Sit around talking - embarassing sex stories come up, I start to yawn and we kick them out only to have one dude who barely spoke the whole night knock on the door again and ask F to hook up later (laugh!). Another one called five min later and asked the same thing (she's one sexy mama!). Hungry, 4am run to Taco C, fall into bed and here I am at work avoiding stuff I should be doing.
Overall, good weekend...sad that I won't be in town for a repeat next weekend and that these awesome party ladies will be leaving me soon for bigger better things. A-town isn't looking so bright anymore....but good times are still to come and I have an awesome bonus in my bank account...things could be worse in the world!
Friday: The party started at 4pm with Mexican Martini's at Trudy's. Me and some co-workers were saying our final goodbye to Ashley the girl who is leaving for a better job (lucky duck!). Then I was whisked away to Saba for amazing Mojitos (the frozen mojito that I had at Cuba Libre last weekend in Dallas was far better though) and especially yummy quesadillas. Home again to recuperate and ready ourselves for a night out on the town. F wore her scandalous corset top out and it was definitely a hit with the guys. Kate and I were a little more subdued however. Night ended at Lucky with John Apostol and Phillip of Scotland and 3 very trashed ladies (well 2 very trashed ladies - F threw up at the end of the night and Kate reminded me that I was in the middle of the floor dancing by myself....oops). Went home and passed out only to wake up every freakin' hour until I decided to get up at 10 with a not happy stomach and a headache to match
Lazy Saturday...had Dim Sum for lunch with Kate, F, and Phillip(not of Scotland) followed by an afternoon of movies. PS: do not allow movie dudes to convince you that a french film about the Marquis de Sade as an animal with a talking penis puppet is a good movie to watch. Bought some more chairs for the outside of my apt to replace those stolen. Cooked damn good turkey burgers and watched Y tu maman tambien with F. Got ready again to go out.
Headed to 6th ready for action..parked in secret scary rapist alley way (dangerous but hey its free!). Not so heavy on the drinking this night however. Downed a long island at Library, tried to find Rugby dudes at Daqueri Factory (which is located right across the street from Library but in our eagerness to find our manly men we trekked all the way down to I-35 looking for the dumb place) and then left and went to 4th when we didn't see our Rugby guys. Kate had never been to the Apple Bar so we stopped in and had some damn good martinis then continued on our Journey which eventually led us to Fado. Once in Fado, we immediately run into a group of 16 irishmen from NY. They buy us a couple rounds of drinks and all three girls fawn over a red-head irish dude who while his name is Joe we called Jamie (those of you who've read Outlander will understand). We all head out to my place to afterhours party with our Irishmen (why are american women suckers for an accent?). Some New Zelander Rugby players talk to us for a couple of minutes and while they are much hotter than our Irish dudes we already committed into hanging out with them (Sigh...I love a rugged Kiwi or Aussie). F promised me that we would run into the Kiwis again and that pacified me for the time being. Guys come over (sucks because only one of the irish guys we had been talking to showed up - red, the other two were these other guys that I wouldn't write home about.) Sit around talking - embarassing sex stories come up, I start to yawn and we kick them out only to have one dude who barely spoke the whole night knock on the door again and ask F to hook up later (laugh!). Another one called five min later and asked the same thing (she's one sexy mama!). Hungry, 4am run to Taco C, fall into bed and here I am at work avoiding stuff I should be doing.
Overall, good weekend...sad that I won't be in town for a repeat next weekend and that these awesome party ladies will be leaving me soon for bigger better things. A-town isn't looking so bright anymore....but good times are still to come and I have an awesome bonus in my bank account...things could be worse in the world!
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
You want me to do what?!?
So this morning I had to take a drug test. Now I've been working since I was 15 and I've had several different jobs in several different companies and this is the first time that I've ever had to take a drug test or as I like to affectionately refer to it, a pee test. I got to the place at 8am when it opened and I wasn't 'ready' yet so I drank some water. I drank some more water and decided I would try my luck....but NOPE! I was like a camel. There was nothin'. I sat there for an hour waiting to pee and I couldn't. Of course once I did go I had to pee every 30min because of all the freakin' water I drank. Pee tests are so retarded!
Monday, May 03, 2004
oops
I went to Target to take back some shoes that I realized (after wearing them) that they were the wrong size. The stupid lady wouldn't let me return them cause they looked like they had been worn...bitch! I tried to convince her that I only wore them around my house...damn it she was on to me though. So I gave up and to calm my anger I went and bought more shit at Target. I actually went up and down each aisle looking for stuff I didn't need but once I saw had to have. Its sad...I might have to join shop-a-holics help group.
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