Miss Directed

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Work Hard, Play Hard

I was reading this article about the 10 most conservative schools in the country. I clicked on the article because I recognized the picture that accompanied the headline - it was the famous Golden Dome, a site I am became vastly familiar with during my long treks through the cemetery and down Rape Road to the Grotto on my way to see BCoop and all my favorite St. Ed’s (lovably known as Steds) guys every weekend in college. Anyway, I understand that Notre Dame is considered a conservative school, but I think that is really only on the surface. I mean, yes, they are a religious university, and sports are a major part, and there are no frats or sororities, which seems to be what the designation was based on. But requiring one semester of religious studies doesn’t turn all the students into Jesusfreaks, the sports are legendary, and the dorms themselves have the brother or sisterhood associated with the Greek system. Rarely does one switch dorms at Notre Dame. Intramural sports get just as much emphasis as the football program (though the funding is considerably less). Dorm parties can be legendary. SYRs as well. (An SYR is a dance. Every dorm has one. Basically it’s a dorm-wide party, with different rooms hosting different themes. I don’t think anyone knows what SYR originally stood for, but it is now considered to stand for Screw Your Roommate*) I guess what I’m saying is that while Notre Dame may be famous for it’s sports program, the kids there are very intelligent and they work their asses off to be the best. And when the week is over, and it’s Friday night, they party like they deserve to. And then, after stumbling to the Student Center for quarter dogs at 2 a.m., they crawl into bed and set their alarms. After all, that kegs and eggs tailgater starts at 6:30 a.m.

* This term comes from freshman year. Every freshman receives what is known as “The Dog Book,” a book with the photos, names, and dorms of every other freshman. SYR comes from the thought that you should flip through the book and pick out someone for your roommate to call and invite to the party/dance. Sometimes this can go very, very wrong. Hence, you’ve Screwed Your Roommate.

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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Surprising Even Myself

"How do you know that’s the mom. Why can it not be the dad?”

“Because I saw the kittens nursing.”

“So?”

“So I’m pretty sure they weren’t sucking daddy’s dick.”

I just don’t know where it comes from sometimes…

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Monday, August 04, 2008

Temporary Insanity

So my new diet started yesterday. I spent my weekend stuffing my face full of things I can’t have any time soon. Dinner Friday night was Long John Silver’s. Followed by serious cupcakes. The late night snack consisted of the best m&m blast Sonic ever created. Saturday I enjoyed a meal at Jason’s that pretty much will all now be prohibited: chicken (okay, that’s allowed) with melted cheese and guacamole grilled in a flour tortilla. And chips. Lots of chips. Thanks to an adderall, I didn’t really have the sweet tooth I thought I’d have (but I did clean my entire apartment, so score one for me). That night Sarah and I hit a bar that I enjoy for my last beers and some karaoke. Since I won’t be able to go out drinking for a while, I made sure I enjoyed it. The night ended with a Wendy’s chicken sandwich meal and the remainder of my blast that I’d saved. All in all, a great last weekend of deliciousness.

I started out okay on Sunday. The first three days of my diet are basically a prep phase, where I ready my body to lose weight. There’s a pretty serious Atkins-esque thing for these three days. I had to pick one protein (I picked beef), and basically all I can eat for the first three days are beef and raw salad vegetables. I spent all morning cooking on Saturday so I won’t really need to cook for the rest of the week, so I was set for yesterday. I got up (with a splitting headache and no pain meds in the house) and ate my few ounces of beef. Then I went back to bed. ALL DAY. I didn’t eat my lunch until about 4. More beef. Sliced up in a salad. And an orange (required). Dinner was around 7. Steak. Salad. Orange.

You see, you may think that eating steak for three days sounds awesome, but when you can’t use anything good to marinate the meat and you can’t use any condiments while eating the meat, steak gets a little tedious.

By about 9, the cravings had set in. I was told I’d go through some serious and seriously painful withdrawls from the carbs and caffeine. Part of me didn’t believe the woman. Part of me really thought, “I really don’t eat that many carbs. I should be okay.” Except that for the past two weeks I’ve been scarfing every carb I can get my hand on. If it was sugary, bready, fatty, or delicious, I stuffed myself to the point of bursting with it over the last two weeks. So yeah. By 9:45 I would have killed someone for a cupcake. Or a cigarette. Because once I started craving one thing, I started craving everything I can’t have, and oh my god it hurt so bad. My chest hurt. My head, which had finally become pain-free about 5, was pounding. I am sure that there was a Little with a jackhammer up in my brain last night. I bet it was Dinky. Anyway, the withdrawl was awful and I realized that it’s a good thing I’m not a recovering heroin addict.

My headache has not gone away. While I feel better now than I did this morning (I felt like absolute ass this morning), I’m still a bit light sensitive and my head has a dull, slow, throb going on. I never thought I’d look so forward to a piece of bread as I am right now.

On the plus side, I weighed yesterday morning and I weighed again this morning. If my scale is to be believed, I lost three pounds yesterday. I’m going for my first official weigh in tonight after work, so we’ll see what that scale says. I think I’m gonna pack a change of clothes into my car so that I weigh in the same outfit each time. Anyway, the diet has begun.

Only 40 hours until I can eat chicken. AND BREAD.

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Saturday, August 02, 2008

You Know You're With Your Best Friend When...

... the Mythbusters Shark Week Special says something about “fake plastic fish,” and both of you simultaneously begin singing that phrase to “Fake Plaa-AAASSTIC Trees.”

Good times.

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Friday, August 01, 2008

Nina Simone Rings In My Ears

Birds flying high
You know how I feel

So. I’m back. I know all three of my readers are jumping up and down, doing a little happy dance because they missed me so. Right? DANCE, BITCHES! Okay. Sorry.

I’m hoping that this last break was long enough. I kind of just burned out on my blog. I hit a little bump known as mild depression, and I really just didn’t have the energy or desire to write anything. Even when I had just a one line thought and would think, “I should totally post that!” I’d get to the computer, drag the cursor up to my EE link, and it was like that effort just wore me out… sucked the life out of me. I just couldn’t do it.

As far as I know, nothing really triggered my depression. Every summer I have about a month where I get struck with absolutely wicked insomnia. This year, I just think it took a different path. I was sleeping. A lot. We’re talking in bed by 11, sleeping til noon, and then taking a four or five hour nap late in the afternoon. Weekdays were torturous, as I felt drugged most days because I needed more sleep. When you constantly feel that tired, it starts to affect your life. My work was suffering because I just couldn’t be bothered doing anything. I was irritable. All I really felt like doing was bonding with my couch. And my bed. And the drive thru.

Sun in the sky
You know how I feel

When light began flickering back through to my life, I started to think. I started thinking about my birthday. On my 21st birthday, my father called and the conversation began like this:

Me: Hello?
Dad: Happy Birthday! Only nine more years til your THHHIRTY!!

Every year since, my father has somehow reminded me of this birthday countdown. One morning it hit me: The countdown is over. This year, I’m turning 30. Please excuse me while I curl into the fetal position and whimper.

See, 30 does not bother me from a numerical standpoint. It is not a number that makes me feel suddenly old, or like the best years of my life are over (I mean, I never played high school or college football, so…). But 30 does have some connotations that I associate with it. You’ve said goodbye to the magazines, cafeterias, and nervous I-like-him-so-much-I-hope-he-answers-oh-god-he-did-what-do-I-say-I’ll-just-hang-ups of your teens. You’ve moved slightly passed the ritual of Friday night drunken black outs, the job hopping to find your dream job, and the wake up calls of the real world associated with your twenties. You’ve learned. You’ve become more stable and mature (about some things, at least). To me, 30 implies you are, officially, a grownup.

And so, like any grownup, I evaluated my life a little bit. I made some decisions that were not so easy. I’ve implemented major life changes.

Take the scenic route...

Reeds driftin’ on by
You know how I feel

The first revolved around me, my appearance, and my general health. It’s time for me to get healthy. Here in Texas there is a weight loss program called Quick Weight Loss Center. Before you start thinking it’s not very adult of me to go for the quick fix, let me stress that the program is much more than what the name implies. Yes, the weight should come off relatively quickly, but the program is really about teaching me how to change my thinking about food. I paid for the program for a full year. My weight loss period is 16 weeks, followed by a six week transition period, and 30 weeks of maintenance. I’ll be taking lots of supplements. There’s something similar to Metabolife, there’s a carb blocker, some vitamins, and various other things. But the food? All of the food is stuff I buy at the grocery. Real food – I can’t have anything from a can (except for one can of tuna a week) or that comes prepackaged. No more meals from a bag or a box. After a few weeks, I’ll get a restaurant guide that will teach me about the kinds of things to order when I’m outside of my kitchen and in the real world. There’s even lessons about how to eat from a drive thru.

Some things will be hard – cheese and avocados are prohibited during my weight loss phase. Some things will be easy – a portion of chicken is eight ounces, which is a pretty substantial piece of chicken. Exercise is encouraged, but not required. The supplements I’ll be taking are designed to help me burn stored fat, while the diet will teach me how to maintain a healthy weight when it’s all said and done. It’s a lot of one-on-one counseling, which is better for me than the Weight Watcher group meetings I never really got anything out of.

If I follow the program, by the end of my 16 weeks I’ll have achieved a GUARANTEED weight loss of 50 pounds. People have told me I don’t need to lose that much. Those same people have nearly fallen out of their chairs when they heard how much I actually weigh. I’m lucky in that I carry my weight well. But I’m not happy in my skin, and my blood pressure will thank me for losing the weight. The program isn’t cheap by any means, but thanks to a mother that loves me (and feels guilty that I got all my weight struggles from her), it’s taken care of.

It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day

Major life change number two involves my debt. At the beginning of this year, I made a goal to pay down all my debt. Well, after sending what basically adds up to an entire paycheck to my credit cards each month, I’ve barely paid down anything. Okay, I got a little carried away around my cruise, when I bought an entire new wardrobe (in my defense, I had no bathing suits or shorts, and most of my summer clothes didn’t fit), but apart from that, most of what I’ve put on my cards have been life things and not frivolous things – gas, groceries, haircuts, doctor’s appointments. When you’re sending so much money to credit card companies that you only have about $75 a week in disposable income to cover gas, groceries, life, and entertainment, and a tank of gas costs you $40 a week, what do you do? You use the same cards you’re trying to get out from under. I finally decided it had to stop and I needed to take control of my situation.

I did some research online, and I picked a debt management company. I called and went over everything with them, and then I gave myself a week to think it over. I talked to my mom about it, which ended up being much less stressful than I thought. I told her pretty much up front that I didn’t want her and dad to bail me out and I didn’t want to use my mutual funds. I wanted to be responsible and take this problem on in a way that allowed me enough money to live on and not NEED credit cards. In short, I told her, I wanted to be an adult about it.

I had previously applied for a new card, and when I was approved with a decent but not large limit, and therefore realized I’d have some kind of safety net should something happen, I felt pretty good about my plan. I could choose which cards I wanted to put on the program, so I knew this new card could be tucked away for emergencies. I sent my paperwork yesterday. My payments have been cut by about 60%. I am going to be paying about $100 over my program payment each month, which I can afford, so my payout will be shorter and ultimately I’ll owe less in interest and such. With the additional $150 I have each month, I’ll not only have about $40 more a week (which will at least cover all my gas expenses), but I’m opening a savings account. Granted, I’m not going to be putting much in it each week, but it’s a start, and it will give me a financial cushion. The other nice thing about paying extra each month is that if I know I have an expense coming up, I don’t have to send that extra payment, which gives me another $100 in my cushion. My payout is by no means a short one, but I’d rather have a longer payout – even if that means I ultimately pay more – if it means that in the meantime I can afford life.

So yeah. That’s what’s been going on with me lately. I’ll be posting more regularly now. That’s the goal. I’ve got a lot going on and I want to document it and see myself grow into a cool, fun, stable, mature-ish grownup. I hope you guys will forgive my spotty posting and long absence and come along for the ride.

It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

...back to the highway.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The Return

Returning August 1. Check back then for a post. No, seriously. Really. A post will be up August 1.

I mean it.

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Monday, June 30, 2008

Looking At Things Differently

You know, I know people are pretty down on Amy Winehouse these days. I mean, the girl’s a total mess, no doubt. I’ve read numerous reports about her trying to punch a fan at Glastonbury, and reports have ranged on the reasons being anything from the fan tried to touch the beehive to the fan insulted Blake Loser-Civil. But you know what? I can’t help but notice and give props to the fact that Amy Winehouse didn’t even stop singing when she attacked that fan. She didn’t miss a beat - just kept on slurring those words.

The show must go on, after all.

Slur on, girl.

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Friday, June 27, 2008

Do You Know What Today Is?

Do you? If you don’t, you should be ashamed of yourself. It’s a very important day, after all. One which changed the world in a lovely way.

You see, today is the day that Ms. Pants was born. She brings beauty and laughter and dancing and love into every life she touches (unless it’s the life of someone on her shit list or who’s wearing an atrocious outfit), and I am a better person for knowing her.

Take the scenic route...

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Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Doing What I Can

Note: In this post, all caps actually represents yelling, unlike most of the time when I use it for emphasis because I’m too lazy to type in the coding for italics or bolding.

To all the exes of the world,

If you are, in fact, on pretty good terms with your ex, and you find yourself drunk and talking to them on the phone, and you are trying to get a good dig in while staying on good terms, perhaps you should avoid conversations like the following:

Ex1: (blah blah blah)... I wasted four years of my life on you…
Ex2: Fuck you.
Ex1: HaHA, fuck you.
Ex2: *Click*

(Aside: don’t you really miss being able to slam down the phone on someone? Pushing the off button just isn’t the same. There’s no release of rage. Oh well. At least with my slider phone I can slam the slidery bit down with force on my end, even if the hanging up noise doesn’t exist on the other end.)

Exes, if you do find yourself having just had the preceding conversation, there really is not much you can do to make it up that does not involve a large bottle of alcohol sent with apologies to the offended. That said, however, the following conversation is a good start to getting back in good graces.

Ex1: *calling*
Ex2: *rejects call*
Ex1: *calling*
Ex2: *rejects call*
Ex1: *calling*
Ex2: WHAT?
Ex1: I’m sorry. I was trying to be funny and it didn’t work out.
Ex2: No shit. That was MEAN AND UNCALLED FOR.
Ex1: I know, and I shouldn’t have said it, but you know it’s the furthest thing from the truth.
Ex2: YOU JACKASS! WAIT. WHAT? THAT COME BACK WENT A LONG WAYS TOWARD MAKING IT BETTER. GOOD JOB!

So you see, exes, you can recover from a blunder such as this, but your drunk ass needs to be quick on the draw with an apology and complimentary statement.

Sincerely,

MissDirected:
Doing my part to help out ~~exes~~ ~~idiots~~ MANkind.

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

Where's The Winter River Bridge When You Need It?

You are in a downward spiral of self hate, nearly gagging every time you see yourself in the mirror and wishing you could rip your own hair and skin clean off and emerge as someone else. Just when you think you can’t feel any worse, someone you love very dearly takes your knees out from under you by revealing what they really think about the kind of person you are. All you want to do is curl up in a ball and cry and die and disappear, because the fact that they could ever think that about you makes you feel like you’ve got a giant hole in your chest.

And right now, when you really need someone to hear your silent screaming, you feel like you have nobody.

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Monday, June 09, 2008

Max, Can You Earmuff For Me?

I’m sick. AGAIN. My nose is doing that fun thing where it runs down your face but is totally stuffed up, and when you blow nothing comes out. Yesterday afternoon my ears started hurting. Not a big deal for me when I have a sinus infection. I’m always popping my ears through them. This time, however, my ears are totally stuffed and I can’t pop them. They’re too blocked up. I spent most of yesterday looking like I had tourettes because I was opening my jaw really wide (which sometimes pops my ears) over and over again. I held and blew out my nose until I was in tears and my face was so red it looked like an angry cartoon character, but to no avail. I am hearing things warped. I can barely hear my keyboard as I type, and I don’t have a quiet keyboard. I can’t tell if I’m whispering or shouting because I’m hearing my voice all inside my head. It’s like I have earmuffs on, but I lost the band that holds the muffs (heh) and the gods decided I should hold them on with a vice grip instead. I’m taking the second round of antibiotics my doctor gave me before my cruise, but they’re not working, and as of last night, I had a fever.

I’m just a barrel of sunshine (hahahah! I totally just typed that as sunshite, which might be more accurate) today.

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Friday, June 06, 2008

We'd Be So Rowdy Together At A Party

I was just talking to a coworker, and we were talking about the various advantages of shots vs. beer vs. mixed drinks. She said beer used to make her too full, so she’d take shots because they were easy. I told her I used to drink Long Island Iced Teas because I could have two over the course of the night and go home with a relatively small bar tab and having had a relatively boisterous night. She said she totally agreed. And then I spouted out this little bit of wisdom…

“When you think about it, two Long Island’s is really like having 10 shots for the price of 4.”

Poor drinkers everywhere, I am here to guide you my friends.

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Thursday, June 05, 2008

Okay, Okay, Fine.

For those interested in the actual recap of my trip OFF the boat, I’ll post one before Monday. God, Pat. You’re so freaking picky!

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No Gang Colors Required!

I’ve had some really great vacations in my life. New Orleans with Sarah over Labor Day weekend. A 10-day tour of Scotland. T in the Park 2007. I’ve been on trips that I will remember forever, and I’ve got a new one to add to my list. Coming home from seven days sailing the Caribbean was hard, no doubt. I mean, I was totally bummed I didn’t have a cooked-to-order steak and a towel animal waiting for me when I got home last night. At midnight when I got the munchies, I couldn’t run down to Sorrento’s for some of the best pizza on the planet. Towels thrown on the floor remain there. And the view out of my window is a lot less beautiful. I never thought I’d say that the gorgeous places I was fortunate enough to visit on this trip would not be the best part. But they weren’t - not by far. The best part was life after we set sail each day - because that’s when we met up each night.

Take the scenic route...

We were a hodge podge, to be sure. Different ages, different cities, just different. It started when I stalked them, really. Sunday night when we first set sail, I felt a bit ill, so I went to bed early, but I refused to spend my entire vacation holed up in my room. Monday night I ventured out armed only with the knowledge that there was karaoke happening and that there were about 20 bars on the boat, so surely I could find something going on somewhere. I had time to kill between dinner and karaoke, so I went to the Bull & Bear. I figured it was a good sign that there was a bar on the boat with the same name as one of my locals. Turns out I was right. I saw a rowdy bunch in the bar. I noted them. I had one drink, and then I headed to karaoke. A few minutes later, in walked the group from the B&B, and two others later joined them. After karaoke that started kinda slow but ended with a bang thanks to Dirk Diggler, a slew of Puerto Rican girls, and a very loud crew from Knoxville, I decided to venture to the ship’s club, The Crypt. I walked in a few minutes behind the group from karaoke. I proceeded to get drunk, and then I made first contact by apologizing for stalking their group. By night’s end, I’d been inducted in and had been formally introduced to most of the group - Brandon, Ryan, Shayna, and Sara. It took another day for me to be introduced to Raz, and even longer to discover that his friend was Matt. There wasn’t a night after that on the boat where we weren’t together. We drank, we danced, we drank, we danced, we laughed, we drank, we danced, we bonded.

Wednesday night I met Elisa. She was sitting at the bar alone, just as I had been for most of the night Monday. We bonded over our shared appreciation of Jose, the best bartender aboard, and by Crypt’s closing she was one of us. We had some other folks that made cameos around us (Chris, Wade, Joel, Texas Squared, the Canadians, and Lawrence), and we had a blast together.

We came from all across the country - California, Florida, Texas, and Maryland. I was the oldest by a few years, but neither that nor the fact that I was nearly 30 and traveling with my parents tarnished this great group’s impression of me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a big group of friends - since college really - and I now know I miss it. I know it may seem more than a little strange to say that I’m really missing a group of people I didn’t even know two weeks ago, but sitting in my apartment the other night they were heavy in my thoughts. We shared a lot in a short time.

We people watched, we danced til 4 a.m., we hung out until the wee hours in the hot tubs, we laughed together… we made memories. When I lost my purse and came to them crying, these guys worked at helping me find it - and not just while I was standing there. No, they took time out of their night of fun to help me out while I was waiting in line at guest services trying to invade the lost and found. My purse had been found, and when I walked back out to the deck party, I found Elisa, Ryan, Brandon, Shayna and Sara taking the hunt into their own hands. It was really hard not to start crying I was so touched by what they were doing. I somehow managed to keep my cool, however, and we put our party hats back on and partied our asses off on that wobbly, slick deck (it had rained that night and the boat was really rocking) and then finished off our night in Olive or Twist (a brilliantly named club, if you ask me). With the exception of that night we spent all of our late nights in The Crypt. If I had to come up with a name for our crew, it would definitely be The Crypt Keepers.

So who are these people that made such an impression on me? Let’s find out.

Shayna is that girl. You know the one I mean. The one that is so cute you totally want to hate her, but then you find out she’s sweet and sincere and you just can’t help but like her instantly.

Sara is the very first cool Sara-without-an-h I’ve ever met. She is genuine and sweet and always has a big smile on her face. She’s so great that I even let the fact that she went home early one night TO READ on a CRUISE SHIP where there were HOT BOYS and DRINKING slide by with barely a sarcastic remark. For those reading that know me, that’s impressive.

I didn’t get to know Raz all that well (by the way, it’s pronounced Rahz). In fact, we didn’t really talk much until the last night, which kinda makes me sad. He’s a cool guy, and he doesn’t get upset when you call him on his bullshit. In fact, when I called him on his bullshit I was told that I had a friend in California if I ever made it out there. He’s my kind of people.

Matt was kind of a mystery at the start of the trip. Whenever I asked about him I got, “I think his name might be… Matt?” He was quiet and standoffish in the beginning, and then one night he started dancing with me and then stealing drinks from all my beers (or trying to steal my beers in general). Matt is a very sweet guy with (and I can’t believe I’m gonna put this in print because he may read it, but…) a banging body (thank you, Marines!) What he lacks in rhythm he more than makes up for in enthusiasm (on the dance floor, you dirty-minded readers!), and contrary to my mental impression of most Marines, he can follow as long as you guide him. I was vocal about lots of crushes on the boat, but Matt was my secret one.

Ryan… oh, Ryan. A social butterfly (and I mean that in a very manly way, of course) if ever there was one. He was always flitting around talking to people (although he never flitted far from Shayna, and together they were so cute you had to control your gag reflex). He’s that guy you know at home that runs into someone they know EVERYWHERE you go. He’s a great guy with a great energy, and he’s a guy I am glad I got to know and hope to continue knowing.

Elisa and I shared a lot of fun on this short trip. We have the same basic taste in men, the same ability to charm bartenders, the same taste in clothes (we totally bought the same shirt on the trip without knowing it), and the same sense of snark. She was my drinking buddy, my boy watcher, my sister aboard. She is that gorgeous girl with great hair that somehow never seems to make you feel like the shlumpy friend, which is a seriously rare feat. Elisa totally made me wish I’d moved out to Miami when I had the chance. I’m hoping we stay in touch, because I totally dig her.

And finally, as if I don’t have enough Brandon’s in my life’s story, I have another one to add. This Brandon, who I guess will be dubbed Brandito (sorry, but I really do have a lot of Brandons), is totally the younger brother I never even knew I wished I had (did that make any sense at all?). He was the youngest of our bunch in age, but his insights into people and his level of maturity made me mostly forget our ten-year age difference (at least until we had to buy him drinks on the down low). He was my main dance partner, and we frequently ran up and down the stairs to find each other during certain songs. He made sure I let loose the young-at-heart girl from my not-so-young body, and I know this cruise would have been much less interesting without him by my side.

These are the people that made this a great trip for me. I know I’ll never forget them (and I have over 100 pictures from our last night to ensure that), and I’ll always remember…

Where’s the lemon? ~ CONNOR! CONNOR! ~ The looooooong intro version of “I Want You To Want Me” ~ In Baltimore, we know how to DANCE! ~ It’s great that European’s have very few body issues, but maybe they should remember that WE may have issues with their bodies. ~ 7403 (seriously – I tried so hard to remember that room number it will be in my mind forever) ~ I am pretty sure Soulja Boy invented that dance as a joke to see how many white people he could get doing it. ~ Prince ~ Joel and all his drama ~ Alejandro, this girl is like, TOTALLY in love with you! ~ Hip Hop Class ~ There’s no point in laying out. It’s boring. Okay, well, how about we lay out and you sit and talk with us. Oh, okay, that’s fine. ~ I HATE THIS DJ! ~ Pink dress girl ~ The boots with the fur, WITH THE FUR! ~ The Canadians – America’s Asshats (nothing against most Canadians, this bunch were just asshats) ~ She’s mad at you for playing games, so now she’s… playing games? Nice ~ You know what comes from Texas, right? Great tits? ~ Blah blah blah GASOLINA! ~ Late night sandwiches ~ You’re magical! ~ Pulling into port in Miami ~ and tons more.

To my fellow Crypt Keepers, I meant what I said when we had our last group shot together – Thank God for you guys, because this trip would have sucked without you.

...back to the highway.

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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

I'm Back, and I'm TAN.

Back from holiday, but not yet ready to be. Working on the post mortem of my trip, which will actually be more the length of a novella than a blog post, but whatever. I’m tan, and that’s all that matters. Did you hear me? I’M TAN! There are those in the world that didn’t believe it was possible. In response, I mentally flash my tan lines at you. So there! Working 4-10s this week at work, which sucks, but at least the interns have started.

I’ll try to put up the post mortem and all the pictures in the next day or so.

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