Today I did my All Star pick for the MLB. I wish I could say that I was really cool and picked the best ones for the position but no, I took the girlie route and picked the cute ones. Or well, the 'better looking' ones. I won't even post who I chose just because I know many of you would be disappointed. I figured it wasn't a life or death thing and hell, it's just the All-Star game. I'm not even for it, mainly cause it affects my birthday wishes.......to go to a baseball game on July 12. But NO it's the All-Star time therefore Cass is SOL. Thanks you MLB bastards.
And on another note - contrary to popular belief amongst those who lack a proper residence with indoor plumbing, the bus stop down the block from my apt IS NOT for YOUR PEEING pleasure......only doggies get that privilege. Stop please, for the love of God don't do that again.
6.29.2006
6.24.2006
Muggy and Procrastination
It's muggy out. You go outside and all you feel is the stickiness that sinks in within the first minute. But I don't care. I'm ignoring it just like I am with all the stuff that needs to get done. Hence why I'm blogging and not cleaning and running errands.
So this morning I woke up with the worst hangover since I've moved....it even beat the Foxfield hangover. But it was worth it. I spent last night in Georgetown with Rachel and Courtney. I hadn't hung-out with those two before so it was a nice change. I think sometime during the night I hugged Rachel and said in a slurred voice, "Youish know....we get along well. I likes drinking with ou" I think she appreciated it.
But not only did I have great company I met a lot of fun people. My favorite was Keith, a grad student at Yale (I made him show me his student ID and license). I guess he liked me. I don't know. I was terribly drunk and in my normal "I love to talk to EVERYONE mood." Another favorite was a marine who tried to befriend us girls but Rachel and Courtney were too busy gossiping and I was in my "don't take my eyes off of the tv until I see the Twins score" moment. Basically the poor guy waited and waited and got NO attention. Oops. Next was the last 30s lady who came up and order 3 jagerbombs, 4 beers and 2 mixed drinks. She didn't know what jagerbombs were so we kindly explained them to her. She yelled, "I like it." and ordered another one. God bless here. And then there was the one guy who told me his name and I totally forgot. He was kinda cute, but he wanted to dance and I wanted to drink at the bar, so that ended fast.
The night was good. There were a lot of free drinks, thanks to the bartender and Keith. I guess we went to a sandwich shop which I don't remember. But there's pictures. And I got lost. Which isn't anything new. Rachel found me though and had to convince me that we were going in the right direction. Poor thing, I was stubborn and then came the text messaging. SORRY, sorry, sorry to ALL who I did that to and if you got a phone call from me, again, sorry. I was VERY trashed. I can't even tell you how many drinks I had. Funny cause I only spent a grand total of $20 last night, which is damn good for G-town.
Again good night, bad morning.
So this morning I woke up with the worst hangover since I've moved....it even beat the Foxfield hangover. But it was worth it. I spent last night in Georgetown with Rachel and Courtney. I hadn't hung-out with those two before so it was a nice change. I think sometime during the night I hugged Rachel and said in a slurred voice, "Youish know....we get along well. I likes drinking with ou" I think she appreciated it.
But not only did I have great company I met a lot of fun people. My favorite was Keith, a grad student at Yale (I made him show me his student ID and license). I guess he liked me. I don't know. I was terribly drunk and in my normal "I love to talk to EVERYONE mood." Another favorite was a marine who tried to befriend us girls but Rachel and Courtney were too busy gossiping and I was in my "don't take my eyes off of the tv until I see the Twins score" moment. Basically the poor guy waited and waited and got NO attention. Oops. Next was the last 30s lady who came up and order 3 jagerbombs, 4 beers and 2 mixed drinks. She didn't know what jagerbombs were so we kindly explained them to her. She yelled, "I like it." and ordered another one. God bless here. And then there was the one guy who told me his name and I totally forgot. He was kinda cute, but he wanted to dance and I wanted to drink at the bar, so that ended fast.
The night was good. There were a lot of free drinks, thanks to the bartender and Keith. I guess we went to a sandwich shop which I don't remember. But there's pictures. And I got lost. Which isn't anything new. Rachel found me though and had to convince me that we were going in the right direction. Poor thing, I was stubborn and then came the text messaging. SORRY, sorry, sorry to ALL who I did that to and if you got a phone call from me, again, sorry. I was VERY trashed. I can't even tell you how many drinks I had. Funny cause I only spent a grand total of $20 last night, which is damn good for G-town.
Again good night, bad morning.
6.12.2006
Mission Accomplished
Saturday:
The Nats still suck ONLY when I go to their games. Again, game no. 3 for me and I have yet to witness a win. There were a number of good plays but we sucked it up majorly in the 7th inning. The fun/annoying part of the entire game was the hillbillies that I ended up sitting by. They were wildly drunk, getting up and moving around the entire time and even one of them fell while trying to carry 5 bottles of Budwieser to her fellow Wrangler wearing, gap-toothed compadres. I would usually feel bad if I saw someone fall and lose all of that beer, but they had been so loud and annoying, not to mention that she stuck her gross swollen foot right by me head, I had NO SYMPATHY for her.
After a depressing game I took a nap and got ready to go out that night; which went like so:
Rachy and I went out with her housemates to an Indian Bar/Restaurant on Saturday night. I wasn’t really in the mood to go out but I thought I shouldn’t pass up the opportunity. I was tired, crabby and had a major headache, but I didn’t complain instead started to pre-game with Rachy and our Coors Light.
When we got to Bam Bule the scene proved to be interesting with a mixture of good looking to uglies in ALL ages and races dancing to a wide variety of music. Again, the headache was hitting me hard the beer didn’t numb it. But Rachy said to me with a very sobering look “I want to get drunk.” When you hear that you know you’re on a mission and you don’t want to fail your partner.
Of course we went to an expensive place and after a couple of shots we needed to move to an alternative route to get drinks. That’s right we hit up the guys. The night went on and drinks flowed freely. Instead of details on all of our ‘events’ from that night I’m going to give a little run down on our Top Ten for Bam Bule.
You know you’ve been successful at the bar when…..
1. Before you even get to the bar everyone on the metro is staring at you cause you’re obscenely drunk and thought that the entire car needed to know about your drunken fiasco from the previous night.
2. The bartender is giving you dirty looks cause you’re kind of laying on the bar making out with some guy.
3. At a point you realize that your dancing has made everyone else around you stop to watch, not cause you’re good but because you’re ruling the ‘stage’ with moves like non other.
4. You yell at the bartender that your Long Island didn’t do its job.
5. You realized that pawning drinks off of cousins guy is getting a little shady so you move onto another guy and pretend that you are ALL about what he does at the embassy (not).
6. You give all of your offering money for church to the attendant in the bathroom.
7. You wake up with several new phone numbers in your phone with code names like: cute, ugly and don’t call.
8. You mess with guys by seductively dancing next to them then when they turn and give you attention you look at them like they are freaks and walk away (I love doing that!).
9. You use the excuse that your friend is sick and you need to go to the bathroom to ‘make sure she’s okay’ just to get away. (but the excuse was totally legit this time)
10. The next day you have to go back to the bar to get your credit card and look for the earrings you had lost.
Best quote from the event was when I went back to claim my stuff and all the girl said to me was:
“Looked like you had a good night.”
It was good…but not the best. I remembered 90% of it, obviously I didn’t drink enough.
Oh and yeah, a little revelation happened, I think I need to start growing up, we'll see if that happens.
The Nats still suck ONLY when I go to their games. Again, game no. 3 for me and I have yet to witness a win. There were a number of good plays but we sucked it up majorly in the 7th inning. The fun/annoying part of the entire game was the hillbillies that I ended up sitting by. They were wildly drunk, getting up and moving around the entire time and even one of them fell while trying to carry 5 bottles of Budwieser to her fellow Wrangler wearing, gap-toothed compadres. I would usually feel bad if I saw someone fall and lose all of that beer, but they had been so loud and annoying, not to mention that she stuck her gross swollen foot right by me head, I had NO SYMPATHY for her.
After a depressing game I took a nap and got ready to go out that night; which went like so:
Rachy and I went out with her housemates to an Indian Bar/Restaurant on Saturday night. I wasn’t really in the mood to go out but I thought I shouldn’t pass up the opportunity. I was tired, crabby and had a major headache, but I didn’t complain instead started to pre-game with Rachy and our Coors Light.
When we got to Bam Bule the scene proved to be interesting with a mixture of good looking to uglies in ALL ages and races dancing to a wide variety of music. Again, the headache was hitting me hard the beer didn’t numb it. But Rachy said to me with a very sobering look “I want to get drunk.” When you hear that you know you’re on a mission and you don’t want to fail your partner.
Of course we went to an expensive place and after a couple of shots we needed to move to an alternative route to get drinks. That’s right we hit up the guys. The night went on and drinks flowed freely. Instead of details on all of our ‘events’ from that night I’m going to give a little run down on our Top Ten for Bam Bule.
You know you’ve been successful at the bar when…..
1. Before you even get to the bar everyone on the metro is staring at you cause you’re obscenely drunk and thought that the entire car needed to know about your drunken fiasco from the previous night.
2. The bartender is giving you dirty looks cause you’re kind of laying on the bar making out with some guy.
3. At a point you realize that your dancing has made everyone else around you stop to watch, not cause you’re good but because you’re ruling the ‘stage’ with moves like non other.
4. You yell at the bartender that your Long Island didn’t do its job.
5. You realized that pawning drinks off of cousins guy is getting a little shady so you move onto another guy and pretend that you are ALL about what he does at the embassy (not).
6. You give all of your offering money for church to the attendant in the bathroom.
7. You wake up with several new phone numbers in your phone with code names like: cute, ugly and don’t call.
8. You mess with guys by seductively dancing next to them then when they turn and give you attention you look at them like they are freaks and walk away (I love doing that!).
9. You use the excuse that your friend is sick and you need to go to the bathroom to ‘make sure she’s okay’ just to get away. (but the excuse was totally legit this time)
10. The next day you have to go back to the bar to get your credit card and look for the earrings you had lost.
Best quote from the event was when I went back to claim my stuff and all the girl said to me was:
“Looked like you had a good night.”
It was good…but not the best. I remembered 90% of it, obviously I didn’t drink enough.
Oh and yeah, a little revelation happened, I think I need to start growing up, we'll see if that happens.
6.09.2006
Comcast is the Devil
Tonight I’m going to be seeing Pete Papageorge. You don’t understand how excited I am about this. I’m super ecstatic and I’ve got a group of friends just as riled up about it. Horrible.
Again, my life has hit the normal state of working class. I basically work, go home, work out, have a drink/or not, do some housework and then get ready for bed. Boring. But I’m okay with that. I find that I have very little down time and when I do I end up using it to do menial things.
But what does take up my time (besides friends and work) is Comcast. I HATE Comcast. I had them once back in St. Paul and didn’t like them, now I truly hate them. I have been attempting to set up cable and internet with them for the past month and a half.
Let’s just start off by saying that it is easier to prove your new residency to the government than it is to get service through a cable company.
When I moved to my new place I found out that previous tenant had never taken her name off of the bill, which was over 5 months ago. So I called to tell them that I am the new resident. Well that wasn’t good enough and they tried to tell me that it was my landlords problem. My landlord said, no, cause her name isn’t on any of the bills (like Comcast had told me). So I called back in a furious rage yelling at them saying that they are poor and crappy and the fact that they won’t cater a new client was pathetic. Yes, I went low. I don’t care.
I loved it when the guy asked me who was paying the bill, AFTER I explained that no bills were coming and we needed to get our account figured out. “Excuse me, you’re the one’s getting the payments, can’t you figure that out cause I sure as hell don’t know!” Mr. Comcast asked for me to wait (6 mins…I timed it). Then got me back on the line to say that he called the old tenant and said that when she calls back that he’ll take care of it. I kindly asked him “Sir, what if she doesn’t call back?” He thought about it long and hard until I finally said, “Can’t I just prove to you that I live here?” (lightbulb went on in his head) He said that I can have my landlord fax him the lease. So I did, even though that added two more days to the waiting process.
Finall I got a call saying that they had recieved my fax and I could set up my new account. So I call them up to order service, they were very nice (well the women were, not to be sexist). I looked like a dork when we were going over packages and the lady asked me what channels interest me and I proceeded with the following list: Travel, C-SPAN, FoxNews, CNN, CNBC, MSNBC, History and Food Network. She was laughing at me by the end. But none-the-less I got signed up for cable and internet ($120/month later - raping). So we scheduled a time for them to come, of course they called me later and said that they changed the time, which I had to call them back and change to Friday morning at 7am. I didn’t care when they came as long as they did I and didn’t have to miss work.
But then this happened…..
It was Thursay and I stayed late so I could come in late on Friday. I didn’t leave work till well after 7 p.m. I was exhausted and said screw it to making dinner, takeout is much better. Standing at Yammi Yammi, the cutest family owned Chinese restaurant on earth, I checked my phone. I missed 4 phone calls. It was Comcast saying that they missed me at my place. I’m furious cause they came the wrong day AND time. So I called them back…after 15 mins of waiting I got through. They said that they must have entered the wrong time in the computer, they were sorry and that they would be able to reschedule for Monday. MONDAY – I yelled bloody murder at them. I repeated that this was poor business and told them to be happy that they have monopolized our area cause I was ready to switch to a different company. He kind of apologized but I could tell that he didn’t care. I cooled down and said that if anyone cancels I’d be more than willing to take a last minute appointment. He said they would, even though I highly doubt it. Then asked if he could continue on with scheduling me for Monday, I replied “Whatever” and hung-up.
So here I am - it’s the weekend and I’m without cable and internet. It sucks.
Again, my life has hit the normal state of working class. I basically work, go home, work out, have a drink/or not, do some housework and then get ready for bed. Boring. But I’m okay with that. I find that I have very little down time and when I do I end up using it to do menial things.
But what does take up my time (besides friends and work) is Comcast. I HATE Comcast. I had them once back in St. Paul and didn’t like them, now I truly hate them. I have been attempting to set up cable and internet with them for the past month and a half.
Let’s just start off by saying that it is easier to prove your new residency to the government than it is to get service through a cable company.
When I moved to my new place I found out that previous tenant had never taken her name off of the bill, which was over 5 months ago. So I called to tell them that I am the new resident. Well that wasn’t good enough and they tried to tell me that it was my landlords problem. My landlord said, no, cause her name isn’t on any of the bills (like Comcast had told me). So I called back in a furious rage yelling at them saying that they are poor and crappy and the fact that they won’t cater a new client was pathetic. Yes, I went low. I don’t care.
I loved it when the guy asked me who was paying the bill, AFTER I explained that no bills were coming and we needed to get our account figured out. “Excuse me, you’re the one’s getting the payments, can’t you figure that out cause I sure as hell don’t know!” Mr. Comcast asked for me to wait (6 mins…I timed it). Then got me back on the line to say that he called the old tenant and said that when she calls back that he’ll take care of it. I kindly asked him “Sir, what if she doesn’t call back?” He thought about it long and hard until I finally said, “Can’t I just prove to you that I live here?” (lightbulb went on in his head) He said that I can have my landlord fax him the lease. So I did, even though that added two more days to the waiting process.
Finall I got a call saying that they had recieved my fax and I could set up my new account. So I call them up to order service, they were very nice (well the women were, not to be sexist). I looked like a dork when we were going over packages and the lady asked me what channels interest me and I proceeded with the following list: Travel, C-SPAN, FoxNews, CNN, CNBC, MSNBC, History and Food Network. She was laughing at me by the end. But none-the-less I got signed up for cable and internet ($120/month later - raping). So we scheduled a time for them to come, of course they called me later and said that they changed the time, which I had to call them back and change to Friday morning at 7am. I didn’t care when they came as long as they did I and didn’t have to miss work.
But then this happened…..
It was Thursay and I stayed late so I could come in late on Friday. I didn’t leave work till well after 7 p.m. I was exhausted and said screw it to making dinner, takeout is much better. Standing at Yammi Yammi, the cutest family owned Chinese restaurant on earth, I checked my phone. I missed 4 phone calls. It was Comcast saying that they missed me at my place. I’m furious cause they came the wrong day AND time. So I called them back…after 15 mins of waiting I got through. They said that they must have entered the wrong time in the computer, they were sorry and that they would be able to reschedule for Monday. MONDAY – I yelled bloody murder at them. I repeated that this was poor business and told them to be happy that they have monopolized our area cause I was ready to switch to a different company. He kind of apologized but I could tell that he didn’t care. I cooled down and said that if anyone cancels I’d be more than willing to take a last minute appointment. He said they would, even though I highly doubt it. Then asked if he could continue on with scheduling me for Monday, I replied “Whatever” and hung-up.
So here I am - it’s the weekend and I’m without cable and internet. It sucks.
6.02.2006
Wingman...You Know You've Been One
I’m blogging while waiting for some stats to come in overseas. It sounds big but it’s really not. Basically my boss left for Egypt and left me in-charge of our section of the 2005-2009 business plan. Yeah, I’m working on a business plan….I feel a little old for my age. But oh well, it gives me a chance to pretend that I’m boss (it’s a nice feeling).
But in the midst of my hectic days of crunching numbers, yelling at our foreign offices and pretending that I remember everything from my bio-chem class back when I was sophomore (okay, so I rarely went and I do remember that was also the first time I laughed when I took a final….not cause it was easy but because I had NO clue what was going on and I knew I was screwed.)
Sorry – I’m getting off track.
Anyway…..I wanted to share with you a little piece of D.C. You see this ‘classy’ city also has many downfalls, such as hiring stupid reporters for their Style Section of the Washington Post. And I guess they let these so-called reporters get a huge photo spread in the center section of the front page of the Style Section. This pure stupidity only proved to be even worse from what I had encountered previoulsy when this past Wednesday I walked into the break-room to grab a paper. I was in a hurry and quickly shifted through the various papers too find the Wall Street Journal, naturally. But before I got to my beloved paper (I LOVE WSJ not just to be business savvy but it’s also fun for me to laugh at companies that are screwing up and hitting rock bottom – just a little humor!), I saw this gigantic photo of two 20-somthings cuddled (drunkenly) holding a beer. I thought, ‘hunh? It must be a bar review’ but no, it was an entire article devoted to being a “Wingman.” Yep that’s right, wing-manning. Of course I’m used to the term, because hey, I went through college and everyone either does it or needs it at least once throughout their undergrad (and yes, even graduate) years. But come on! A front-page article about that in the Washington Post! This is making the Star Tribune look like pure gold.
But I ignored the article, hey; I had a REAL paper to read. So I soon forgot about it until it popped up in my e-mail from a co-worker. I guess I missed the lunch convo about it amongst my co-workers. In the e-mail she linked on a girl who devotes her entire blog to “Hating DC” and of course this blogger put down the Wingman article as one of her many reasons for such hate. I read her post and found it to be semi-hilarious. She and I shared some similar views on the subject (more over the writer and those being interviewed) but really, the whole theory of wing-manning isn’t that bad. Again, who hasn’t participated in the whole ‘wingman’ thing? If you never have, then you must not have gone to college. If you did go to college – you were probably one of those really boring people that never left their dorm room the entire 4 years or you went to a sucky college where there were no bars.
My other point is, if you are upset over the fact that it could be done do you, you’d have to be an idiot because you always have the right to say “No” or to walk away from the sleaze-ball who’s hitting on you. Also, majority of all wing-manning happens in bars and if you're going to bars looking for a long-term relationship, my condolences. Trust me, the point of a bar is to kick back, drink and forget about those pain-in-the-ass things in your life.
But that’s just my point of view on the subject…it was a good laugh and yes, even though the article (which I did end-up reading) was piece of crap, it did bring a number of good memories.
But in the midst of my hectic days of crunching numbers, yelling at our foreign offices and pretending that I remember everything from my bio-chem class back when I was sophomore (okay, so I rarely went and I do remember that was also the first time I laughed when I took a final….not cause it was easy but because I had NO clue what was going on and I knew I was screwed.)
Sorry – I’m getting off track.
Anyway…..I wanted to share with you a little piece of D.C. You see this ‘classy’ city also has many downfalls, such as hiring stupid reporters for their Style Section of the Washington Post. And I guess they let these so-called reporters get a huge photo spread in the center section of the front page of the Style Section. This pure stupidity only proved to be even worse from what I had encountered previoulsy when this past Wednesday I walked into the break-room to grab a paper. I was in a hurry and quickly shifted through the various papers too find the Wall Street Journal, naturally. But before I got to my beloved paper (I LOVE WSJ not just to be business savvy but it’s also fun for me to laugh at companies that are screwing up and hitting rock bottom – just a little humor!), I saw this gigantic photo of two 20-somthings cuddled (drunkenly) holding a beer. I thought, ‘hunh? It must be a bar review’ but no, it was an entire article devoted to being a “Wingman.” Yep that’s right, wing-manning. Of course I’m used to the term, because hey, I went through college and everyone either does it or needs it at least once throughout their undergrad (and yes, even graduate) years. But come on! A front-page article about that in the Washington Post! This is making the Star Tribune look like pure gold.
But I ignored the article, hey; I had a REAL paper to read. So I soon forgot about it until it popped up in my e-mail from a co-worker. I guess I missed the lunch convo about it amongst my co-workers. In the e-mail she linked on a girl who devotes her entire blog to “Hating DC” and of course this blogger put down the Wingman article as one of her many reasons for such hate. I read her post and found it to be semi-hilarious. She and I shared some similar views on the subject (more over the writer and those being interviewed) but really, the whole theory of wing-manning isn’t that bad. Again, who hasn’t participated in the whole ‘wingman’ thing? If you never have, then you must not have gone to college. If you did go to college – you were probably one of those really boring people that never left their dorm room the entire 4 years or you went to a sucky college where there were no bars.
My other point is, if you are upset over the fact that it could be done do you, you’d have to be an idiot because you always have the right to say “No” or to walk away from the sleaze-ball who’s hitting on you. Also, majority of all wing-manning happens in bars and if you're going to bars looking for a long-term relationship, my condolences. Trust me, the point of a bar is to kick back, drink and forget about those pain-in-the-ass things in your life.
But that’s just my point of view on the subject…it was a good laugh and yes, even though the article (which I did end-up reading) was piece of crap, it did bring a number of good memories.
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