Great, now someone in my building has seen my underwear!

That's what I get for leaving a load of laundry in the dryer too long.

SO-I went to Pound SF Saturday night with my friends Abby and the Rockstar to check out some local rock talent. These guys and these guys played and they were hard, loud and fun! I'm on the wagon for the month of March, and knowing this was my final hurrah for the next 30 days, I got lit.

Here's Reese's Top 5 from Franko's Revival.

5. Hanging out with 10 year-olds in a bar. (it was an all ages show)

4. Rocking out to a cd of my friend's college band on the way home.

3. Singing Bon Jovi at the top of our drunken lungs as we entered Abby's apartment at 2am.

2. Philly Cheesesteak and onion rings with the Rockstar at Grubb Steak at 4am.

1. Being introduced to frighteningly intoxicated Weldon. "Like a steak" he adds, in case you don't hear him properly.

Where's MY 15 minutes?

So there's THIS guy. I don't know why he's so embarrassed. I have home movies that are so mortifying, if they were ever circulated I would ASK to be put in the witness protection program!



If that link is broken or expired, you can catch the action here.

i MIGHT have been into the guy who asked me out to the party tonight until he asked me to join me and the girl he just met yesterday in the hot tub. Get a fucking life buddy.

Must. Resist. Temptation.

After two double scotches and a Corona I feel like drunk emailing a particular boy of dating past. It's the drunk dialing of the new millennium you know. Without the actual confrontation of course.

Proof of the Fun

Here are pix from Minna this week. It was a little too meat-markety for my taste, but I just kept to my happy little group and shook it like I meant it. Could my grin BE any cheesier?????

Appliances work at thier optimum when plugged in.

If you got ants in your pants....

then bring 'em on down to Minna tonight. If this don't make your booty move, your booty must be dead!

Garden State

Perfect

My friend DVS on scotches- "Yes, it's for the sophisticated drunk. It's the buzz with panache"!

I'm Loved!

This is one of the cards I received for Valentine's Day. I also got a "To a Granddaughter who means so much" from my Grammy and a "I thank my lucky stars for a friend like you" from my friend DVS in Az.

Go here to check out more from the artist above.

I just went back and read my very first blog posting ever. I actually referred to the list of men I was interested in as the "Racing Form". Whoooa Nelly!

Glasses Are Sexy Right?

If I have to wear them, you'd better believe they're going to be cool. I found the cutest pair of Lafonts. Hmmm, now if I could just find a boy with a librarian fantasy.

This particular shot was posed, but it's pretty damn accurate.

What a Ride, originally uploaded by qr.

I just had to purchase a sanitary napkin from the vending machine in the ladies room here in the office and the thing is so thick it feels like I have a bed pillow crammed in my crotch.

Commuter's Delight

We were stuck in the tunnel for over 20 minutes on BART this morning. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic and dizzy myself when the girl standing next to me actually fainted.

Hu, de klassz volt! (Wow, what a great time)

So I spent last weekend in Cold Springs near Yosemite(not Tahoe as stated in Friday's post. Note to self: enroll in Geography 101) with a large group of amazingly warm and funny Hungarians. Most everyone in the group has known each other for many many years, but I didn't feel like an outsider at all. In fact, by the last day they had given me a nickname; Rizsa. They chose it because it means rice and I had made a savory mushroom risotto for everyone Saturday night. Plus it also sounds like Reesa when spoken.

Friday night I took it easy. Ate some ham hocks and beans and stayed up gabbing until about midnight. Saturday I hit the slopes. My first run down the bunny slope took over a half an hour and I rode all the way down on my segg. You can guess what that's Hungarian for. It basically feels like you're falling down a flight of stairs! I wish I had brought along some vicodin as I joked about before I left. The next few runs went quicker. I didn't gain any more control, but I slid faster every time. After dinner Saturday we all got together in the living room and the group performed traditional Hungarian folk songs. Most Americans have really missed out on important and simple bonding activities. It was fun and sweet to share their nostalgia. Not long after the booze really started to flow, and the living room transformed into a dance floor. Laser pointers, blacklights, sofa dances, voguing; it was quite the cabin rave.

Sunday several people went up to the resort to board again. I stayed behind because, well, I couldn't walk. Hell, I had trouble holding up my toothbrush. I'm certainly looking forward to making another go at boarding though. Maybe I could line my clothes with those little air-filled pouches that are used as packing material. POP! P-P-POP! POP! Look at Rizsa go!


There are pix from the weekend here and here.

Snow Bunny

Your Majesty is jetting off to Tahoe this weekend. Embarrassingly it's my first time in the six years I've been in the Bay Area; but I've always been a late bloomer. I have a snowboarding lesson tomorrow at 11:30 therefore I'm packing some Vicodin and a good bottle of scotch. We'll be playing at Dodge Ridge, and the website has a live cam so log on to see if you can catch a glimpse of me sliding down the mountain on my arse!

Of Course It Is Part 2

Required Reading: Of Course It Is Part 1

You know how when you're trying not to think of someone so much and the universe decides to present you with panging reminders? Argument says that during sensitive times we're just more aware of these 'coincidences'.

Last Thursday, the day after I bowed out of the bizarre love triangle, (I know how you guys love when I slip lyrical references in) I was trying to buy a BART ticket but the machine kept spitting out my quarter. Again and again and again it dropped it into the change tray. After inspecting the rejected coin I realized that it was a Canadian quarter. Of course it is! Over the weekend I was introduced to two men at two different parties who share the same name as the recently unexplored crush. Of course I did! And just today I was given the task of following up on a software order from last year. The date of the order was November 24th. "Eeeee" I squealed, that's the day before my birthday. "Harumph" I moaned, that's the day we met. Say it with me now, Of course it is!

Luckily we didn't have a song otherwise I'm sure I'd hear it every time I turned on the radio, from every car that passed by, and in every cafe and retail store I entered

Did you know....

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard? Oh yeah, and they're like, it's better than yours. Damn right! it's better than yours, and well...I can teach you, But I have to charge.

I felt like an uber-Diva this morning listening to this in the financial district. I pretty much strutted all the way down Montgomery Street.

Scissor Sisters

It's what you'd get if Elton John and Beck had a kid

Non c'e male

Wine? Check. Scotch? Check. Beer? Check. Despite mixing and matching my bevvies last night, I wound up being the default driver home. (I was just fine, I promise) My friend the Rockstar drank gin and tonics until he couldn't place where exactly he was, and my female partner in crime screamed at her shoes on the pavement next to her car. She managed to get the number of the guy she was talking to all night though even after he walked over her stomach contents to get her into the car. He's a keeper!

How the..? Who in the...? What the...?

Here is a story from boston.com about two girls who were punished for trying to show a little rare and wonderful kindness in this day and age. And WTF is up with the plaintiff being named Wanita? With a W. Hooked on Phonics worked for her parents. I'm really kind of sad right now.

Who needs a therapist

when your website statcounter can tell you that people stumbled upon the story of your life searching with keywords like Alice in Wonderland, Spanking, Tipsy, and Female. Seems pretty straight forward to me.

History Repeating Itself

Why are my early thirties so eerily reminiscent of my early twenties? Luckily this go 'round I'm not indulging because I'm sad, or stressed, or escaping; I'm just having a blast! Of course the recovery time is about three times longer now, but I seem to be celebrating with libationary gusto as if I don't even know what a hangover IS . Why else would I think that my hundred and twelve pound body could hold four Margaritas and dance until five in the freakin' morning? AFTER sharing an entire bottle of wine with a friend earlier that day? I just don't know why I didn't know which end was up until four days later.

And I've been consistent. Yes, that's right, no slacking here, I'm giving it my all. There’s been a beer with dinner on Monday, a glass of wine with the girls on Tuesday, a beer with dinner on Wednesday, and a glass of wine with lunch on Thursday. Last night I went to a friend's Fondue Birthday party where I drank wine like it was water and smoked on the deck back like a pro. Yep, too many people in a small space mixed with booze, and a fire hazard thrown in for good measure. I was home before one, but did it occur to me to pace myself since I have another birthday party at the swanky Paragon this evening? Yeah, not so much. They boast over sixty vodkas from around the world. Looks like Your Majesty’s gonna need her passport!

Everybody, sing with me

I love Napoleon Dynamite. I love little Napoli!!!! If you haven't seen it, do so now. If you have, then "Tina, come and get some ham"!

In the immortal words of Eurythmics, "Be true to yourself and you can't go wrong".

We are always enriched from experiences regardless of the outcome. Grazie, Canada.

Happy Imbolc