You Know My Name, Look Up the Number
Ach, what have I become? Not posting in LJ since the 4th! *Room starts spinning as I fall into vertigo of despair!!!!!!!!!* Anywho--
I just got my dad to pay for new clothes for Club 5, and obviously he had no idea what they are for. If he were a more astute and active parent I'm sure he might have asked why I was so urgent to get some new undershirts and red boxers. Of course, if he were astute and active I would have told him that obviously it was for an underwear party at a gay club in Madison. Obviously. lol.
Lindsey McKee's birthday is in full swing at the moment. The Davinci Code at Mayfair. I'll be joining up for the 7pm portion which is down at La Perla (Hot!) on Cinco y Nacional. Her theme for the evening is black and red and the underwear party has an obvious theme.... My boxers are red and have two pictures on the lower right leg of a woman stick figure bitching at her son stick figure. Then an adjacent picture of him with headphones on. So not applicable at all, which is why it rules.
Up at the register someone ahead of me said my name and I was like omg it's Tasha. So said hi and made small talk about her graduation party (which I knew went on because or Rachel's LJ, but obviously also because of that entry I knew not to ask anything that might go into details) and birthday and such. And then she was in a hurry and scampered and yelled goodbye as she did so.
On the way home my dad was saying that I was lucky I could run into people from school because he moved up through the united states as he grew up and so he never had much of a hometown or was able to keep in touch. One of those moments when I get to see my dad as being a rule person. *singular tear*
Aw... I just got a text from Allie (who's getting a french manicure for the wedding, lol) saying that she needs time with her dealer asap.
Oh look, a perfect segue into last Thursday...
Because of my eye appointment snafu on Wednesday I rescheduled for 10:30 on Thursday. I always feel like such a pain in the ass at the eye doctors cuz once they dilate my eyes its all over. I can't keep my eyes open for shit with that stuff in my eyes. And when they get the eye like right in there, it's impossible and then my doctor gets frustrated and tries to hide it but you can always tell that he hates life. They got EyeMaps of my eyes instead. Got new perscription and frames and all that. Or rather, ordered them.
Back at home I fell asleep in an EW for like an hour and missed Ben's call. I tried calling back a couple times, but, as would be revealed when he signed on AIM right away when he got home, his phone died. I asked him if we were doing anything that night and he said he was too tired and soon passed out after I talked to him.
Meanwhile, was talking to Allie as well and we decided to do something after she was done with Kendra and Veronica.
Set up camp downstairs with some EW and Law & Order: SVU. Hooray for slutty TV starlets that get raped by 15 year olds.
Mom was in the mood for ice cream, something one must always capitalize on, so we went to Oscars and Allie met me there after Kendra dropped her off by her car and she went over to Carlos real quick to help calm his Italian leather shoe drama.
We were laughing about inappropriate things on the freeway and a whole line of cars in front of us was breaking and she was breaking but then zipped into the adjacent lane so we wouldn't need to do screeching hault type breaking and we were just like "oh my god, as we die! ...laughter laughter laughter" And then laughed some more about how laughing was our default reaction to almost getting into a mild car collision and then dotdotdot. Wonderful times.
We met up with Bryn and Adam at Node. I had called them earlier and they got locked out of the car while looking at a place to live a couple blocks from Node. I was going to be like my family owns a tow truck business but Adam's dad was already on top on his way.
Things were in full swing at Node, and by that I mean they were there and had drinks and were talking to Erik.
Over the course of the evening Adam and I spent a lot of time talking over Allie's breasts. She recounted the Danny Strong makeout story and it was glorious.
Back to the segue, somehow we got on the topic of what people were named on our phones. We laughed about how Ben was Benboozled on my phone, which is pretty much the best name I could ever think of for anyone ever in my phone book. We were joking and Allie changed Carlos' name to Sex! and mine to Drugs! and Nate to RocknRoll! And then laughed about how she would forget these changes and be really confused when people called her.
After a couple variations, one of them being 'Away With You Whore', which is still on my missed call list btw, I settled on Alliepalooza. And Mr. Giggles for Adam. And Nathanderthal for Nate, which Allie said she liked.
They set upon the shelf along with Pam <3 and Pietor, which have been that way for a while.
Lately I've been going through my phone in spurts changing everyone's names to their first and last, unless you're in my core group of friends, in which case I'm never going to be confused in the future as to who you are and why you're in my phonebook.
I just got my dad to pay for new clothes for Club 5, and obviously he had no idea what they are for. If he were a more astute and active parent I'm sure he might have asked why I was so urgent to get some new undershirts and red boxers. Of course, if he were astute and active I would have told him that obviously it was for an underwear party at a gay club in Madison. Obviously. lol.
Lindsey McKee's birthday is in full swing at the moment. The Davinci Code at Mayfair. I'll be joining up for the 7pm portion which is down at La Perla (Hot!) on Cinco y Nacional. Her theme for the evening is black and red and the underwear party has an obvious theme.... My boxers are red and have two pictures on the lower right leg of a woman stick figure bitching at her son stick figure. Then an adjacent picture of him with headphones on. So not applicable at all, which is why it rules.
Up at the register someone ahead of me said my name and I was like omg it's Tasha. So said hi and made small talk about her graduation party (which I knew went on because or Rachel's LJ, but obviously also because of that entry I knew not to ask anything that might go into details) and birthday and such. And then she was in a hurry and scampered and yelled goodbye as she did so.
On the way home my dad was saying that I was lucky I could run into people from school because he moved up through the united states as he grew up and so he never had much of a hometown or was able to keep in touch. One of those moments when I get to see my dad as being a rule person. *singular tear*
Aw... I just got a text from Allie (who's getting a french manicure for the wedding, lol) saying that she needs time with her dealer asap.
Oh look, a perfect segue into last Thursday...
Because of my eye appointment snafu on Wednesday I rescheduled for 10:30 on Thursday. I always feel like such a pain in the ass at the eye doctors cuz once they dilate my eyes its all over. I can't keep my eyes open for shit with that stuff in my eyes. And when they get the eye like right in there, it's impossible and then my doctor gets frustrated and tries to hide it but you can always tell that he hates life. They got EyeMaps of my eyes instead. Got new perscription and frames and all that. Or rather, ordered them.
Back at home I fell asleep in an EW for like an hour and missed Ben's call. I tried calling back a couple times, but, as would be revealed when he signed on AIM right away when he got home, his phone died. I asked him if we were doing anything that night and he said he was too tired and soon passed out after I talked to him.
Meanwhile, was talking to Allie as well and we decided to do something after she was done with Kendra and Veronica.
Set up camp downstairs with some EW and Law & Order: SVU. Hooray for slutty TV starlets that get raped by 15 year olds.
Mom was in the mood for ice cream, something one must always capitalize on, so we went to Oscars and Allie met me there after Kendra dropped her off by her car and she went over to Carlos real quick to help calm his Italian leather shoe drama.
We were laughing about inappropriate things on the freeway and a whole line of cars in front of us was breaking and she was breaking but then zipped into the adjacent lane so we wouldn't need to do screeching hault type breaking and we were just like "oh my god, as we die! ...laughter laughter laughter" And then laughed some more about how laughing was our default reaction to almost getting into a mild car collision and then dotdotdot. Wonderful times.
We met up with Bryn and Adam at Node. I had called them earlier and they got locked out of the car while looking at a place to live a couple blocks from Node. I was going to be like my family owns a tow truck business but Adam's dad was already on top on his way.
Things were in full swing at Node, and by that I mean they were there and had drinks and were talking to Erik.
Over the course of the evening Adam and I spent a lot of time talking over Allie's breasts. She recounted the Danny Strong makeout story and it was glorious.
Back to the segue, somehow we got on the topic of what people were named on our phones. We laughed about how Ben was Benboozled on my phone, which is pretty much the best name I could ever think of for anyone ever in my phone book. We were joking and Allie changed Carlos' name to Sex! and mine to Drugs! and Nate to RocknRoll! And then laughed about how she would forget these changes and be really confused when people called her.
After a couple variations, one of them being 'Away With You Whore', which is still on my missed call list btw, I settled on Alliepalooza. And Mr. Giggles for Adam. And Nathanderthal for Nate, which Allie said she liked.
They set upon the shelf along with Pam <3 and Pietor, which have been that way for a while.
Lately I've been going through my phone in spurts changing everyone's names to their first and last, unless you're in my core group of friends, in which case I'm never going to be confused in the future as to who you are and why you're in my phonebook.