make a kick drum sound like an S.O.S.
Fantastic weekend. Birthday totally ='d awesome.
Went shopping at work on Friday to buy a cowboy hat and a madras shirt, and had the following conversation with Eric, Assistant Store Manager:
Me: I'm not working, I'm contributing my birthday money back into the economy!
Eric: We had this conversation, didn't we? That your birthday is the same as my mother's?
Me: Yes, we did.
Eric: And how was your birthday?
Me: Awesome! My parents bought me a bar!
Eric: ...
Me: A buffet-type bar, the furniture, not an actual tavern.
Eric: Oh, neat!
[After a minute, he walks away.]
Amelia: That was an 'Oh Shit' look if ever there was one.
Me: Huh?
Amelia: When you said your parents bought you a bar, he went in his head, "Oh shit, she's leaving, now nothing will get done because Flexo's an idiot."
Me: Oh, see, I read that look as "Oh shit, Alaina's a latent alcoholic."
Let's see, what else. Went to Boston with Meels, Missy the Kid, Kerri, Thomas, and Missy's roommate Yeneida for a shopping trip. Before hitting the road, we went to Kathy and Dave's for breakfast and, more specifically, for the Pancake Eating Contest, which Kerri and I both won, in that we were able to completely clean our plates.
You don't understand - the pancakes are bigger than your head there. And you get two of them.
Later, from the backseat, you could hear:
Kerri: *groan*
Me: Oh my God, Kerri, why did we do that?
Kerri: We wanted to win! And we were hungry!
Me: I wish I could go back half an hour and tell me in the past that this was a BAD DECISION.
In the next couple of days, you can expect huge recaps of both Heroes and Lost, because I have two weeks of the latter to catch up with, and - oh holy Jesus God - four weeks of Heroes. Damn you, Heroes! Start sucking so I can just hit the 'baleeted' button already.
However, that won't happen until at least Tuesday. Because tomorrow? I AM BUYING U2 TICKETS. I have my alarm set to go off at 8:30 so I can walk to Starbucks and back with enough time to fully enjoy my white chocolate mocha and a plain old fashioned glazed donut until 10 a.m., at which point U2 TICKETS WILL BE MINE.
And then? DANIEL CRAIG MARATHON TO CELEBRATE MY AWESOMENESS.
And lo, we shall remember Monday, March 30th, 2009, as the DAY THAT COULD ONLY BE AWESOMER IF BARNEY ACTUALLY ADMITS HE IS IN LOVE WITH ROBIN.
Stay tuned.
Went shopping at work on Friday to buy a cowboy hat and a madras shirt, and had the following conversation with Eric, Assistant Store Manager:
Me: I'm not working, I'm contributing my birthday money back into the economy!
Eric: We had this conversation, didn't we? That your birthday is the same as my mother's?
Me: Yes, we did.
Eric: And how was your birthday?
Me: Awesome! My parents bought me a bar!
Eric: ...
Me: A buffet-type bar, the furniture, not an actual tavern.
Eric: Oh, neat!
[After a minute, he walks away.]
Amelia: That was an 'Oh Shit' look if ever there was one.
Me: Huh?
Amelia: When you said your parents bought you a bar, he went in his head, "Oh shit, she's leaving, now nothing will get done because Flexo's an idiot."
Me: Oh, see, I read that look as "Oh shit, Alaina's a latent alcoholic."
Let's see, what else. Went to Boston with Meels, Missy the Kid, Kerri, Thomas, and Missy's roommate Yeneida for a shopping trip. Before hitting the road, we went to Kathy and Dave's for breakfast and, more specifically, for the Pancake Eating Contest, which Kerri and I both won, in that we were able to completely clean our plates.
You don't understand - the pancakes are bigger than your head there. And you get two of them.
Later, from the backseat, you could hear:
Kerri: *groan*
Me: Oh my God, Kerri, why did we do that?
Kerri: We wanted to win! And we were hungry!
Me: I wish I could go back half an hour and tell me in the past that this was a BAD DECISION.
In the next couple of days, you can expect huge recaps of both Heroes and Lost, because I have two weeks of the latter to catch up with, and - oh holy Jesus God - four weeks of Heroes. Damn you, Heroes! Start sucking so I can just hit the 'baleeted' button already.
However, that won't happen until at least Tuesday. Because tomorrow? I AM BUYING U2 TICKETS. I have my alarm set to go off at 8:30 so I can walk to Starbucks and back with enough time to fully enjoy my white chocolate mocha and a plain old fashioned glazed donut until 10 a.m., at which point U2 TICKETS WILL BE MINE.
And then? DANIEL CRAIG MARATHON TO CELEBRATE MY AWESOMENESS.
And lo, we shall remember Monday, March 30th, 2009, as the DAY THAT COULD ONLY BE AWESOMER IF BARNEY ACTUALLY ADMITS HE IS IN LOVE WITH ROBIN.
Stay tuned.