this speaks to my soul

this one goes out to all the lovers

he work hard fo de money, so hard fo de money

i promised myself that i wouldn't whine and complain on here...but promises are made to be broken. this work week lasted FORRRREVERRRR. i mean, in college you talk about the 9 to 5, but nobody told me that it really is more like 9 to 9 or whenever you're done. the only reason there's no homework in a real job, is because you have to stay till you finish it. it just goes to show that i definitely live for the weekend and, PRAISE JESIS, it's here.

that said, i return to your previously scheduled broadcast...

last sunday rocked me sockies! i slept in, as usual, only to wake up and ride my bike from bar to bar with 20 of my closest friends. a friend of mine started this thing where we all meet at a bar, and ride to a half dozen other bars through the night, drinking all along the way. it's really great for three reasons: 1. I can call it exercise, 2. people don't care that you smell like sweaty alcohol, 3. what else am i gonna do on a sunday evening?! but, unlike the prior beer bomb bike tour, i had to work the next day. so after 4 bars, countless new friends whom i'll probably forget i met, a few cuts and scrapes, and some pictures that i'm gonna regret when i finally see them (like the one of me french kissing my friend Patilia's nose), i had to retreat home and tuck myself for rest in anticipation of a long week.

honestly though, the week zipped by. i think it's mostly because every time i came home from work i basically went straight to bed, only to wake up and return to work. i didn't get to drink any wine with autumn, nor did i get my daily phonecall in to jonny g king '03. ...once again, i digress. back to the fun stuff.

so last night a bunch of my friends and I got tickets to see the dashboard concert at house of blues. now i bought these tickets quite some time ago, and have anxiously been awaiting this evening of musical madness. we all got to the concert house early, i got to use my handy little skip-the-line pass, and we quickly began eating, drinking, and reciting all the dashboard songs we could remember. unfortunately they had TWO opening acts, neither of which i cared about, and we had to wait forever to see the main event. but the upside to that was that we were at a bar! awaiting the band i ate about 20 pounds of french fries, drank a few beers (that were maybe the size of a juice box), had a couple shots, met a girl who is cinderella at disney world, met her friends from chicago (one of the best cities, ever) and had more shots with them, paid the paper towel guy in the bathroom enough money to feed 8 of sally struthers' starving children in africa, returned to my "vip" seat only to find that my friend had sold it for a mixed drink, and then as a grand finale, had the aforementioned mixed drinking spilled on my head. once the band started i thorougly enjoyed myself, playing the air guitar and drums and dancing around as though i was at a high school prom (which i believe most of the other people there were too young to attend). when the concert finally let out, it was waaaay past my bedtime so i just came home and went straight to bed.

so today it begins again. a couple of friends just returned from military duties in the middle east, so i'm sure the catching up that we all do tonight will be promptly forgotten by morning, due to the massive amount of wine we're sure to drink. but before i do that i'm going to an "adult items" store to stock up on party favors for a bachelor/bachelorette party next week. so basically, if my memory comes with me to the wine bar tonight, i'm sure i'll have some juicy stories for you tomorrow. otherwise, this coming week will give me plenty of reason to, as we say in "the biz," put finger to keyboard.

champagne whishes, and caviar dreams, beotches!
-hokiecracker

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you've probably seen this video by now, but if you haven't, consider yourself finally enlightened...
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best birthweek ever

when i woke up this morning (at 3pm) i had a huge flashback of the week's events that culminated last night... naturally, i thought it was an acid flashback unlocked by the huge amount of dancing that i did last night at spy bar, but then i realized that the memorical montage was non-fiction.

to make a long story longer, this week brought with it the birthdays of two of my friends, one being my bestest friend ever, and the celebration was not limited to one, but every night. the piece de resistance was the potluck house party last night; COCKtails and GUACamole, candy cigarettes, glowsticks, and never-ending games of Scene It! after dominating the game-play with my teammate/celebrity-lookalike, our group made it's way to my bar of choice for some shots, bumping and grinding.

we obviously went straight for the drinks at the bar. once we all had something to keep one of our hands occupied, we quickly made our way to the courtyard/dancefloor of this fine establishment (that has hidden cameras all around so as to share ones antics with the plethora of patrons at said bar). on the dancefloor, our birthday group absolutely dominated! we started just with the "i'm white" side to side bouncing, but that quickly evolved into the trusty "guy about to breakdance and taking his warm-up entry steps." it goes without saying that a crowd started to form made up of curious onlookers, drunken apers, wary bar security, and lastly the people enthralled by my natural beauty (one such lady notified me that "no-offense" i was the best looking person there). once our audience was in place, our little group, fueled with plenty of liquid courage, began what we came there to do; imaginary double-dutch. now i know what you're probably thinking, but although i didn't grow up in the bronx, or spanish harlem, thus missing out on playing in fire hydrants, hopskotching with the gurlz, and truly double-dutching, i DO have quite the imagination...and rythm. now it could've been that more people arrived at the bar at this point, but it seemed that our double-dutch exhibition brought all the bar-goers into the courtyard/dancefloor to watch, and in some cases, to take their turns. the rest of the night went much like any other bar night:
1. drinking my face off
2. talking to any and every random person
3. dancing to all the greatest hits from the 80s, 90s, and today (which now includes an uber-white version of the "motorcycle rev" dance from "it's goin down" by yung joc...
4. rolling up my pant legs because of my dance-induced sweatiness
5. getting compliments on my beautiful [read: glow-in-the-dark] legs
6. retreating to the inside of the bar for its air-conditioning
7. drinking more of my face off
8. cheering for people playing billiards, spirit fingers and all
9. leaving the bar AFTER the lights have been turned on, and waaaay after last call
10. passing the pizza joint adjacent to the bar, and passing the next closest one, only to arrive at the farthest pizza joint and be greeted by a 40 minute line and a bathroom that was out of order
11. succumbing to the need for a bike taxi to shuttle us back home in true style

all in all, it was one of the best birthweeks ever (birthdays are so underrated), but hopefully next march will bring a close comparison. it's now 4pm and i haven't showered, so i'm going to clean the 1,498 beer bottles out of my place and prepare myself for riding my bicycle bar-to-bar tonight...

hope you enjoyed the beginning of my foray into blogging, and stay tuned for more transcripts of my antics, and possibly even some introspective scribbles or, dare i say, existentialist thoughts on e-paper.

hugs and beer-flavored kisses,
hokiecracker