Of Pumpkins and Pirates

Friday night found me purchasing a do rag for the very first time at Walmart. It was aptly named "Tru Rap". I had to laugh when the cashier rang it up with an inquistive eyebrow. "It's for my Halloween costume" I explained. Ironically enough, I didn't even end up wearing it. Do rag anyone? ;)

Winter and I dressed up as pirate babes and headed out to a local bar to check out the costumes people were wearing. While a few were original, most of them were repeats of the same outfit just in different colors. Sexy nurse, sexy bee, sexy carpenter, sexy cop....blah blah blah. One of my ideas had been to be a ninja. But I figured it would be pretty dangerous to be walking around in all black after a long night of drinking.

Here's a picture of Winter and I in our kickass costumes:



Tonight Eddie and I spent the evening carving pumpkins while watching the remake of Planet of the Apes:





Hooray for Halloween!

bleh

I spent the weekend helping my friend paint/buy furnishings for her new house. The room we worked on was relatively small, but in 2.5 hours it was only 1.5 of the way done. It defeated us. We left it that way because we didn't want to paint anymore. So we went shopping instead.

We spent FOUR hours at Lowes. I timed it. If I don't ever go into a Lowes for the rest of my life, it will be too soon. Sunday night found me restlessly dreaming about painting, Lowes, and not having enough supplies. I guess I was just on remodeling overload.

On a sad note, I had to have my ferret Ghengis Khan put down yesterday.



Goodbye little buddy. You'll be missed.

What??

Consider the following.


So it's official. Stingrays are dicks.

Not these guys:






The animals.

Ready to Tanqueray?

-There's a new staff person at work whose name is Tequila. Can you imagine? I'm not sure if it's actually pronounced like the beverage, as I haven't had the opportunity to meet her yet. It may have a different pronunciation, but still. It would be like naming your kid Tanqueray.

What's with those commercials anyway? That guy is so weird. They don't make me want to drink Tanqueray, they make me want to punch him in the face and steal his smoking jacket.



-Also I found this on msnbc. I had to laugh, because there are days when I want to shoot people with a crossbow too.

-Tonight, friends are coming over to watch Lost as we imbibe beverages of the alcoholic persuasion and snack on delicious appetizers. Should be fun!

A Very Enjoyable Friday the 13th Indeed.

In celebration of Friday the 13th, I went to Cedar Point for Halloweekends with some friends. It was a blast, despite the chilly weather. We spent the entire evening acting like smart asses in all the haunted houses, much to the chagrin of the people around us and all of the monsters. Poor little monsters. Some of them came a little close for comfort though, and A and I found ourselves getting followed and sniffed by some of them. It was very strange. Perhaps they wanted to eat us for a tasty snack.

We did end up riding a couple of rides like the matterhorn and the blue streak. Most in our group did not want to ride any of the really big roller coasters, so we just stuck to the small ones. The worst part was when we waited almost an hour for "werewolf canyon" and it ended up being lame as hell. I guess the werewolves were tired. They didn't even try. We made it fun by screaming really loudly if they started to approach us. One guy was lying on the ground and started to get up, but decided to lay back down after we screamed bloody murder at him. It was hilarious.

On our way out, we stopped by the saloon in Frontier Town to drink $6 beers* and watch the cabaret show titled "Eternal Jamnation". It was actually quite good, and they were all really great singers. Their set list was an interesting mix of covers ranging from Black Sabbath to the Beatles. We enjoyed it immensely until some douche next to us started harassing A because she was laughing. Apparently he took offense to her not taking a cover band in Halloween costumes seriously. It almost looked like he might try to hit her, but luckily Eddie moved me out of the way and stood next to him giving him the stank eye till he left.

So in short, everything was great, sans the dickhead at the saloon.

*And yes, the beers were actually six dollars a piece. What a rip! I guess it's a way of trying to deter people from getting wasted, but for six dollars, it should do tricks or something.

Cars Go Smash

When you ram them into each other that is.

So a quick rundown of my weekend:

-Friday was my friend’s birthday, so I spent the weekend in Cleveland. We ate dinner at a really nice Italian restaurant then went out to a couple bars. When we came back, we drank alcohol out of teacups, complete with saucers and brownies.

-Saturday, I woke up to find myself suffering from the worst hangover I have ever had. Usually I wake up with a mild headache, and a slightly queasy stomach. This time I was incapacitated all day. At 2 pm we went to Ihop to get breakfast, and eating my Belgian waffle was a feat of tremendous difficulty. Also, we got the most horrible service ever. Everything was burnt, and all of the staff looked like they belonged in a circus. It seemed that everyone working in the kitchen that day was a loud talker. Our waitress was new and I felt bad for her because when she asked us how everything was, we just looked at her in silence. We still gave her a good tip though.

I didn’t feel normal again until about 10 pm that evening.

-Sunday, I went to work and got in a car accident with one of our agency vehicles. I was backing out of the driveway, and a girl parked in a parking lot across the street happened to back out at exactly the same time. As soon as I got out of the car, I said, “I am so sorry!” (Because even if something isn’t completely my fault, I automatically apologize for it.) She says, “Didn’t you see me?” It was obvious that she felt that it was completely my fault.

So the cop shows up, he takes our information, and asks us what happened. She basically tells him that I backed into her, and that she is blameless. Bitch. It’s not like I backed into her parked car. After all, she did half the work. I can see why she’s angry. While the jeep I was driving suffered some minor cosmetic damage (cracked taillights, small dent in the bumper), her trunk is caved in, and her bumper has a huge dent.

The cop ends up not citing anyone. He says we are both equally at fault and gives us the number for the accident report. She asks,” Who is going to pay for this?” like I am supposed to write her a check right there. He tells her to send it to her insurance company. After he leaves, I go back in the house. The girl stands by her car in the parking lot and stares angrily at the house for about 10 minutes, then leaves.

She’s probably going to get screwed hardcore by her insurance company since I didn’t get cited, but I don’t feel bad because she totally tried to fuck me over.

Now every time I go to work, I see her car parked over there. I’m just waiting for the day that I leave work and find my car vandalized in some way. Ah well. C’est la vie.