This Is My Video Post

Oh my god, ya'll, I figured out Video Blogging.

I Know, Right?!?

So I went out last night for Kristin's birthday. We went to this incredibly classy bar out on Rich People Peninsula, aka Balboa. I'd never been out there! It's like coney island and shit. We took a ferry over and even though the ferry ride was about five minutes long, we all got out of the car and reenacted scenes from titanic at the helm of the ferry. No, we didn't, but it smelled a lot like ocean and was great practice for ferrying around on a Scottish isle, if you get my....drift. HA! But seriously, folks, nothing shouts, "CLASSY" like a mural on a wall with a be-implanted lass holding a margarita glass in her vagina.













Kristin likes yellow alcohol, apparently. We came for happy hour, which started pretty early in the afternoon, so at all times each of us had two big-ass drinks in front of us. And then also there were shots. And, the jukebox played nothing but classic rock, and with each new song the three of us ladies exclaimed in unison, "I love this song!" whether or not it was actually true. When we all got drunk enough to venture over to the juke (chin) box, holding hands like Kindergarteners on a field trip, we immediately forgot what we picked and started exclaiming with each song, in unison, "This is totally our song!" Which was not the case. Ever.






This is Briana. If I have ever passingly tried to set you up with her and you feigned disinterest, I bet you are kicking yourself right about now. She is so CUUUUUUUTEEE! She was threatening to nominate me for What Not To Wear, not because she thinks I need style help, but because she knows I would crap my pants with happiness to go on that show.


Then, after we drank ourselves retarded and realized that "happy hour" didn't mean "happy pricing" when you tell the waitress to "choose whatever tequilla she wants" for the margaritas, we left the Classiest of Cantinas, and were halfway to the car when Kristin got a whiff of ocean air and exclaimed, "Ohhhhh can't we please go to the beach for just one minute!?" So we walked the extra three steps to the beach, where the ocean was big and black and inky and I felt so small and dinky (ha! name that reference). And Lo! There are bonfires all over the place. People actually do this kind of thing, it's not myth after all. People come and make fires in these pits and hang out and it couldn't be nicer. I never before wanted to do something like that, but after seeing it, I like it.





Kristin somehow went and befriended these random people, whose fire we then bogarted because Briana and I were freezing our balls off, and she showed them her butterfly tat on her buttcheek (she has shown all of us this tattoo multiple times. and usually she makes a point of showing us what undies she is wearing too. Which is why I adopted that habit. Because I know you're curious and you feel weird asking. So I just show you, get that elephant out of the room) and this random girl showed her a butterfly tat on her shoulder. So while she randomly bonded with them we all enjoyed their fire and talked loud, inappropriate shit about the "guitar player" among them who was using his "guitar playing" skills to mack on these girls. It was Heeeelarious. Then we hiked back to the car and hung out at my apartment and watched WNTW and sobered up and then my friends went home. Wheee!

There's more photos on my fotoblog. Back to my weekend.

Leaning Back On A Broken Willow Tree

GAH, I am in the worst mood. And I've felt pukey and dizzy all damn day. Why in the fuck do ALL PEOPLE IN ACADEMIA assume that I am pregnant when I feel pukey and dizzy? Do I look that fat today? Do I look that sexually active??! Seriously, the two or three times I've grumbled through a day feeling like this kind of shit in the last few years, WITHOUT FAIL someone who mentors me insinuates that I must be pregnant.

I AM NOT GODDAMN PREGNANT

I swear to GAH. They all get excited about it too, like it's something I should be thrilled about. Maybe one day the Lady Clock will start a-ticking for me. maybe. Not today, buster. Until then I am not going to get excited about having eaten something that gave me indigestion. AM I RIGHT?!?

shit!

And Melissa's away message has something to do with there being a rerun on tv. And it's Gilmore Girls night. And if the rerun she's referring to is the SUPPOSED TO BE NEW episode that's coming on here in two hours with the much-lauded return of JESS that I have been waiting for with bated breath for TWO MONTHS I WILL CRY

I HATE NOVEMBER! I FUCKING HATE THIS GODFORSAKEN MONTH I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT

Well, we're off to a really great and mature start to the month, aren't we, Liz?