Monday, January 23, 2006

Magical abrupt wrinkles

This weekend was a pretty low-key weekend. Normally my girls and me would start the pre-drinking festivities at around 8 or 9 pm. This Saturday I didn’t even step into the shower until 9pm. We opted for a casual night (I was driving) and had planned to check out a few ‘new’ places. By new I mean, new to us, as we are creatures of habit and after this weekend I know why.

10:30 pm we arrive at the Peel Pub looking sexy as ever. The DJ was playing ol’ school hip-hop (Oh yes, some Biggy and Snoop). We selectively chose a table away from the young hoes bags who were close to the male burley bouncer. It took 20 minutes just to order our drinks so we started an intellectual conversation, which turned into a combination of yelling and lip reading as the music started to seem louder and louder as the minutes passed. After drinking our beer and demolishing our nachos and cheese we head off to the next stop.

12:05 am we are wind blown to Peddlers pub only to find out we need to pay cover and get a stamp as if we are entering this suave nightclub. It’s a pub with a female singer who resembled Melissa Ethridge a little too much (it was a tad scary the resemblance). We feel old yet again as we look around at the young boys and girls. We decide at this time we need something familiar and within our age group to end the night so we don’t in turn end our lives.

12:55 am we arrive at the Lower Deck. Things start to pick up as we sneak in for free since the bouncer was busy putting some drunken fool in the chokehold. We grab a beer and a table so we can ‘people watch’ for the last hour the bar is open. Instantaneously we felt young again as we spot some cougars trashily flirting with anything that resembled the male species. The grand finale of the evening consisted of us getting approached by 3 young men (read 21 year old boys). Now you think this would make you feel young especially since they did not believe we were 25. But instead it made me feel old, almost quasi-cougarish. We finish our beer and go home.

As soon as I got home I looked in the mirror and thought, am I old? Do I look my age? It’s 2:20am now and I decide a ‘do it yourself’ facial is a must. I feared the evening just magically put wrinkles on my face and gave me gray hair.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Survey says...

Today during my routine monotonous job where I daily try and find things to occupy my mind to stray from the numbness it would feel by just answering the phone, my friend and I decided to create a survey.

This morning (before my cafĂ© latte) we came to the conclusion that out of 18 people (co-workers of both sexes) there are 3 single girls. Being the intelligent women that we are we asked our co-workers where they met their match being either a boyfriend or girlfriend a fiancĂ© or spouse. To my surprise the winning category indicated the majority of them met at school or work. The second favorite was at a bar or party (a lot of us already know the bad odds on this situation), and third was through friends. I agree completely with the friends’ connection, but in some cases this is a lost cause as well (especially when most of your friends are girls with the exception of a few scattered ex-boyfriends that you’ve kept in touch with).

The number one place to meet somewhat boggles my mind for the simple fact that I’ve heard so many people warn me about dating a co-worker. I can understand why they warned me of this seeing as though you’d have to cope with working with one another if the relationship ended. Or even worse if the relationship became hostile because of lying, cheating or one of those other nasty relationship breakers, then you’d still have to muster up the strength to not kill each other daily from 9-5. However, after viewing the fabulous results to this perfected survey, which indicated the top place to meet your future mate, is at work I think to myself, why the hell not? If work really is the relationship vineyard I say take your chances and taste the wine!

Sunday, January 08, 2006

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I usually write for myself, meaning I write as a release. Sometimes when I read my thoughts they actually hit home harder. It's almost a way of seeing the big picture as an outsider when you're the one in the situation.

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