Days like these...

First, I have to make some changes to the cast list. From here on out:
The Vandal is now QS.
The Golfer is now The Pro (he is lucky he gets this name, since he picked it out. And it is true, he is The Pro. At procrastinating, whining, ordering expensive food, and not being successful at anything having to do with water).

And together, they are starting a blog (thanks to me!). It should be a funny one. But we will see.

Anyways, blacklight golfing was fun, Tucanos (the new Brazilian grill) is lame because it is closed on Sundays, BFF makes damn good cupcakes, and the boys tried to teach us this new game called Pyramid, which is actually just Egyptian Rat Screw. I was definitely off my game last night and sucked it up. There's always next time, though.

Today pretty much sucked. I woke up late (as usual), work sucked, I had the worst headache, and had to use M2J2 and PIC's computer to do some lame work shit. Whoever thought that working 50 hours but only getting paid for 40 hours was a good idea was a complete asshole. I will find ways to make up for it though. Its just the way of the world.

The dog is currently trying to chew through the box and get her toy out. What an awesomely mean game! M2J2 is pretty much an awesomely mean person though.

Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and apparently The Artiste and I have a new tradition. She just had TAD in January and is fully ready to celebrate. Just like we did last year. So it is kind of like her one holiday out a year. We will see what happens!

I still need to add new cast members. But I'm tired and still grouchy. So suck it.

Weekend Update

So far, my weekend has been pretty uneventful. Went to bed early last night, worked today, and then I got to see Miss R (my cousin from IF) at her gymnastics competition! Despite the fact that it lasted approximately 3 hours longer than it should have, it was a good time! She can flip with the best of them. I am always amazed at the thighs gymnasts have. How do they find pants that fit both their waist and thighs? I would probably just wear a lot of skirts.

But enough about thighs! Tomorrow I get to mini-golf it up in honor of The Golfer's birthday. I'm sure I will dominate (unless any of the holes have a raised cup. Anybody know what I'm talking about? They get me every time.), but in case I don't, at least there will be cake! That wraps this installment up, with the exception of this...

M2J2, this rap is just for you.
You've got a cute dog and a very cool wife,
But living in Boise is causing you some strife.
Take my advice and live and let be,
Because without this town, you wouldn't have met me!

Heeyyy! Who's a rapper now?

Grandma Wava Day makes everything better.

I know I've written about this, one of the holiest of days, before. But I have once again realized just how powerful it truly is. Any problems you may have get erased by french toast, bacon, doughbellies, tater tots, salmon patties, trampolines, and ping pong. If only there was a way to ensure that I could be there on Thursday nights and back to reality by Friday morning...

In other news, I am suffering from my yearly case of laryngitis. Not bad, just very quiet. And it did make me miss out on an awesome night with Houston Calls, but no regrets. I blame the po-lice for that entirely!

Speaking of the po-lice, did I ever tell you about the time we* got pulled over twice in the same day? Oregon cops are assholes. End of story**.

Not really, but I'm tired. Stay tuned!

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*When I say we, I mean The Artiste and her sister in one car, and The Hot One, The Roommate, and I in another car.

**When I do tell this story, make sure I mention The Rapist, The Murderer, and the field of razorblades. Seriously.

The tequila...it keeps chasing me!

I know I mentioned my inner 21-year old before. And in the past few weeks, its definitely made itself known!

I blame tequila. And all the birthday parties.

Tequila and I don't have much of a history. Mostly because of 'Tequila Popper' night. Tequila poppers are basically one of the most dangerous concoctions known to man kind. Who knew that Sprite could play a part in that either? Anyways, the night involved cartwheels, backyard races, and did not end as well as it started, to say the least. And since then, tequila and my pasts' have not crossed. (That night took place during sophomore year, so we're talking a good 5 years or so.)

And then The Vandal had to go and have a birthday. And Mr. Jose Cuervo was a guest at said birthday. And we hung out. It wasn't as bad as TP night, that is for sure. But I definitely had too much fun and spent too much money. It was kind of worth it, though, to see the boys take those girly, whipped-cream shots!

And then Boy Roommate had a birthday too. And somehow, I found myself dancing the night away at Hannahs with some long lost Old Navy friends. Tequila wasn't involved, however, and it was quite entertaining trying to drag Boy Roommate off the dance floor. Who knew he would start an impromptu break-dance contest with some crazy girl? And who knew he'd try to have a dance party in the living room with himself later on?

All in all, being 21 definitely wears a 25-year old down. Good thing I had a nice, uneventful weekend! Tomorrow, it's back to the grind, but with some spice thrown in. I don't think I mentioned it before, but Partner-in-Crime somehow managed to talk the band Houston Calls into stopping over in Boise and playing a house show before they head to SLC for their real tour. It will be interesting, to say the least!
Know what I'm saying?

Fixed it. It was the lug nut...

Alas, I had to dispose of my beautiful Asian flower blog template and go back to a regular one. But, I decided that comments are more exciting for me than what my blog looks like, especially because I never look at my own blog.

Anyways, I've had a very busy day, complete with a GIGANTIC meal from P.F. Changs (Thanks LifeCoach!). I am still in the last phases of a food coma, and as it has now started to rain, I think a nap is in definite order!

I'm sure work will be slow tomorrow, so stay tuned. I'll think of something interesting to say!

The characters in my life...

First of all, I am aware that no one can post comments on my blog. I guess that's what I get for trying to be fancy. I'm working on fixing it, but without a real computer, it's a little challenging.

Second, after being yelled at twice, I decided that today is the day I post the cast list of the story that is my life. I'm starting slowly, with just the people that were afore- mentioned and the people who play a daily part.

Introducing Partner-In-Crime (aka PIC): Met her at Old Navy a mere three or so years ago, but it feels like I grew up with her. When we're together, our IQ's drop considerably, but the FQ (Fun Quotient) basically doubles! She's married to M2-J2, has the best little dog ever, is obsessed with crafting, and I can always count on her to eat french fries with me, dance (almost) all night long, and pick my drunk ass up (unless it's too far away. Bitch!).

M2-J2: Married to PIC, loves Star Wars, and has a film degree from UofA, hates Boise and basically belongs somewhere in the music industry. Loves Guitar Hero. Scared me when I first met him, but now he's awesome! Just don't ever try and use one of his brand-new toothbrushes. You'll hear about it for years to come!

The BFF: Best friends since junior high, basically like a second sister and now my second mom! Married to The Golfer, actual mother to Princess Ballerina, and co-founder of The Circle of Trust (see below). Wouldn't know what to do without her! I think I will always have to live in the same town as her. Otherwise, I'd go crazy.

LifeCoach (LC. NOT too ever be confused with that girl from that show that my LC would never voluntarily watch.): Met our freshman year of college, bonded over her love of Gap hoodies and my employee discount. Only person on our floor that actually did well that first semester. She loves eggplants, Anthropologie, and shopping. I totally predicted her marriage and it came true shortly after. Had the best Bully ever and now the best Bruce ever. Should basically become a real life LifeCoach, as she has helped me find and led me down the right path numerous times. When we are old, we are starting a Ladies who Lunch club.

The Roommate: Lived with her all four years of college. Didn't always get along. Bonded for life our senior year all because of a brand new couch. Currently lives in South Dakota and is getting married in August.

The Hot One: Lived together freshman and sophomore year. She got smokin' hot somewhere in between sophomore and junior year. Hates it when you show pictures of her freshman year! Loves football, basketball, and horses. Currently lives in PTown and doesn't visit me nearly as often as she should!

The Artiste: Grew up with The Hot One, definitely intimidated me when we first met. Married to The Backbreaker, mother to DAD and TED. Loved the outdoors, loves to paint (although she hasn't had much time for it lately!). Throws sweet parties. Will always remember her for 'rocking the Winnie' and for getting lost downtown.

The Circle of Trust: Founded by the BFF and the Golfer. Is a very exclusive, high-class group that has extreme membership standards. Must be born into or unanimously voted into, and you must be willing to travel, eat out a lot, and suffer through the boys' basketball games. Basically my second family! Other members include:
Princess Ballerina
KKK
The Doctor
Swoobs (not an official nickname, as she hates it. Once birthday present is received, it will be reviewed.)
The Vandal
The Range Boy

Other minor, but just as important players:
The Lifer-only person I know who still works at Old Navy. Awesome bowler, married to The Cowboy, lives too far away to hang out regularly.
The Boy Roommate-current roommate, met at Old Navy. Birthday is Tuesday. Party is Saturday!
The Cheer King-former employee at BCBG. He still works there, coaches cheer on the side, and is working on his cosmetology degree. Just turned 21. Crazy fun!

I'm sure I forgot people. But that is what updates are for! As for me, time to actually start working! A real update will come soon!

The times, they are a changin'...

As I mentioned previously, my blog is changing. I've always thought that my life was worthy of a book deal; It's incredibly full of ridiculously crazy characters and even crazier stories. And what better place to start chronicling them all? However, in the interest of protecting the innocent and not incriminating the guilty, I'm switching it up to a more anonymous format.

Ok, so I'm just using nicknames like all the other bloggers out there, but we will pretend its an original idea. Just go with it.

Anyways, as I'm sure you all know (actually, I'm not. This is Idaho, after all. But now you will!), today is Mardis Gras. Aka Fat Tuesday. Aka the day of debauchery. I'm not Catholic, but I do know a fair amount about the holiday. And this will be the first time since 2003 that I have not actively celebrated it (I didn't technically celebrate in 2007 either, due to some complications involving JintheB tacos, too much rum, and a date with the Hannah's toilet. But, hey-there's another awesome story!). Am I sad that I'm not hitting the town tonight? Yes and no.

Yes, because it truly is one of the best nights to go out in Boise. It's a Tuesday, you get to wear fun necklaces (none of which I have ever earned in public, just for the record), and you get to watch stupid people doing stupid things on an even more ridiculous level than usual!

And no, because I'm just too damn tired. There is no way that I can pull off the dancing-until-2-taking-a-quick-slumber-back-at-work-by 9 thing anymore! I didn't even make it past 12:30 last year!

No worries, though. Partner-in-Crime (first nickname! Exciting!) and I did pass on the torch last year to our younger friends. Hopefully, they will continue on with the tradition.

Besides, without The Roommate and The Hot One here to cause trouble, its lost some of its appeal.

Case-in-point:
The year was 2004. It was The Roommate and The Hot One's second year out on the town, and my first official one. We came with separate people, but planned on meeting up later on.

Just an FYI-the city of Boise has an awesome downtown scene, with the majority of the hot bars located all in one 3-block radius. On Mardi Gras, they shut the whole street down, essentially turning it into one giant party for people of all ages.

Anyways, it was around the time we were supposed to meet up with everyone. As I turned the corner, I saw an enormous group of guys all huddled together. Jokingly, I told The Artiste that I bet I knew who was in the center of that huddle. Lo and behold, I was right. The Roommate and her friend were the stars of that particular show, and The Hot One was close by.

Another sidenote: The Roommate used to have a wild side. A very wild side. She has since calmed down immensely. Deep down, though, Mardi Gras will always be her holiday!

After the huddle dispersed, the night went on. And into history. It was the night The Roommate tried yet again to seduce The Player, despite The Player's girlfriend being just steps ahead of them as we all walked down the street. It was the night Pita Pit started locking their bathroom door because drunk people forget how to pee right. And it was just the first of many stories yet to come! Unfortunately, there won't be any new ones made tonight. Unless my inner 21-year old decides to make an appearance. You just never know...