Battle Scars -- The Waltz Edition.

When you are inebriated, it's natural to think that it would be fun to throw your cats over your shoulder and dance together.

This activity is fun and playful in theory. Your cats love to dance, but don't forget, they only love it when it's their idea. I have many a scratch to explain.

Let's do the time warp....AGAIN!

With Halloween looming in the near distance, I'm gonna bloggg about this here photo. 2002, I can't remember who's idea it was, probably Jason's, but twas a great year. First of all, Justin (Rocky/creation) couldn't stop complaining about his golden undies. They were made by Jason (Scientist) with large gold glitter pieces that were manufactured to cause harsh chaffing. Nextly, one of my favorite Halloween memories of all time is watching Jason fumble and stumble around in giant heels (specially purchased from Risque's ((sex shop!)) in old Minot) on the icy late October grounds. Jess is Magenta (a Domestic), not here because she had to work. To this day she brings up how shitty it is that she isn't in this picture; there is a separate photo of her and I maybe will photo shop it in...someday...maybe. Carmen! recently re-watching the movie I realized she pretty much has the same haircut as Columbia (Groupie), how perfect, Jason did her makeup and at the time she had much smaller boobery and Jason make-uped her cleavage in. She recently bought tap shoes. 8 years too late! I'm Janet. Who else would I be? Our friend Corrine, who showed up later was Brad (Hero). Anyhoo, we went to a party with a bunch of douche alternakids and a good time was had by all. Except Justin, who was chaffing. And Jason fell on some ice, half naked in his big drag heels.

That's about all I remember about the night, oh except there was a lot of: "Janet!" "Brad!" "Rocky!" "OH Rocky!"


Glee is going to ruin this memory for me.

Also, I'm very sad we didn't have an Eddie. Meatloaf has an awesome voice.

Dear Occupant

6 to 8 weeks later...
I really love the Harry Potter series. I'm reading it for the third time now and it keeps getting better and better. Other people re-read Hemingway, Kerowak, and such and such, but I'm perfectly happy with Rowling. I've got a stack of "classics" (pshaw) that I want to/ need to/ should read, but thrice now I've been sucked into the magical world of wizards, witches, centaurs, elves, goblins, and other such nonsense...or is it.? I guess it's a form of escapism, and I'm perfectly okay with that. I consider myself a modern nerd (push up invisible glasses here) and I think that's a much more approachable type of nerd. Don't get me wrong, there is still high nerdery involved, but I can hide it better. Where am I going with this? Nowhere. You just wasted several minutes of your life reading this. Precious minutes you will never get back. Ha! HA! SLee out.

Yeah, I'm Still Thinking About This. What?

What does hair color even matter? Eye color and skin tone are really more defining features anyway. Those things don't change, hair color can be modified at a moment's notice. Brown vs blond? Fade to red? What??? Jameson.

Why We Drink While Employed in the Service Industry.

Working in the service industry is the pits sometimes. Long days, long nights. Bad customers, bad co-workers. Low tips, low morale. Tyrant bosses, tyrannical company. Short breaks, shorter fuses. Really, it's lousy.

So we drink. We leave and go straight to the bar, because god knows if we go home, we ain't going back out. We've got our regular drinks, our regular bars, our regular bartenders. We find solace in the crowd, the camaraderie, the fellow service industry captives. We bitch about our particular jobs, our jobs in general, people in general, working in general. Another pint down, more bitching. We feel better! Our friends understand how fucking miserable it is! Yeah, another round, but only one more because we have to work in the morning.

Three hours and seven drinks later, it doesn't fucking matter if we work in the morning, we can all do this job drunk, right?

Five hours later, we realize that yeah, we can do this job drunk, but hungover is a much different story. Hungover bartending? Barf. Hungover serving? Sick. Hungover cooking? Gag. That was a fucking mistake. Why did we think that staying out was such a great idea? We should have taken that ride home when it was offered, refused that third beer and just gone home. The companionship of others going through the same trials that we do is just such a fucking relief sometimes. And our other friends certainly do not hold the same hours that we do, so why not? Let loose! Don't even think about that horrible boss, that fucking bitch of a customer. Enjoy friendship, smiles, love, and fun!

Why do we drink in the service industry?

Because it's fucking necessary, that's why.

How the Bachelorette Party I attended over the weekend concluded...

These (or should I say this) were removed from the oven at approximately 4:30am.



I'm pretty sure we ate all of it, minus the grate of course.

A reusable booze container is just good for the environment.

I use travel mugs for my coffee and tea. It's about time I stop wasting, and purchase a flask.

The Deli Garage

These are covered in fun art and come with vodka already inside them.

Even Espresso Vodka!

This company also makes silver and gold edible food spray paint.

Thanks Germany.

(Google will translate this site for you.)

Just a test

This could be dangerous

I just want to blog! but my "smart" phone won't let me type anywhere but in the headline. I just finished off a bottle of Tempranillo and 16 Candles,