Halloweenie – it’s just around the corner! October 20, 2009

It’s that time of year again, the time that I spend altogether too much time stressing about what in the world I’ll be dressed as on the sluttiest/most fun-filled night of the year – HALLOWEEN!

This year presents a new set of dilemmas, so maybe you, dear readers, will have some ideas for me.  Here are the issues I’m up against:

-This year I have two client parties to attend, one on the 30th with Villians as the theme, and one on the 31st with SNL as the theme.

-Given that these are client parties, I need to spend some time on something creative and smart.

-Also given that these are client parties, I can’t just go with the “slutty fill-in-the-blank” costume that is so popular with the 20 something girl set.

-HOWEVER, there are generally lots of cute available guys at these events, so while I don’t want to go the slutty route, I do want to look cute.

-My budget… ahhhhh, well, my budget is pretty much non-exsistent.  As in 30 bucks or less.

-In a perfect world I’ll come up with something that can do double duty at both parties, or at least have the main elements cross over with a few minor changes.  Does anyone know of any villainous SNL characters???

-There is the slight possibility that The Producer will be in town – he’s suddenly become very vague about his plans, so I’m not sure what’s up with that.  I guess I hope he’s not going to make it?

So clearly with only 10 days to go, I’d better get crackin’.  So far the only crossover idea that’s been tossed out there is Sarah Palin, but I sort of feel like she was way over done last year, and I’m definitely on the lookout for a better idea.

Oye, Halloween, why do you have to be so tricky and so much fun all wrapped up in one??

and, so here I am again… October 17, 2009

Miss me?

I’ve had a rather eventful week or so, and I suppose the moral of the story is that new bloggers and travel don’t mix very well.

The trip to His City was actually delightful.  I was picked up by The First and his new girl (which he didn’t forewarn me about), but pretty much instantly we were all at ease with each other.  I ended up hanging out with her for most of the visit since The First is in about eleventy bajillion plays at the moment and was always rehearsing.  I did drink, but kept it under control pretty much the whole time – which all things considered, counts as a success in my books.  I did do a little making out with a boy from Denver outside a bar on Friday night, but nothing more and was lured home with the promise of pizza.  The next mornign came with a call from my Grandpa asking where I was, and I was all, um, I was going to call, I’m still in bed.  Granddaughter fail.  Eventually I made it to the train with just moments to spare, and arrived at my grandparents’ midday.  Sheesh people, they are o.l.d. We had some good visiting, but I felt like I spent the better part of my energy trying to avoid a litany of topics from women in the workplace to gay marriage.  It was great to spend some time with them, but I left with the sad thought that it might be the last I see of my Grandma.  My uncle volunteered to take me to the airport (I had planned on taking the train, but who turns down that kind of offer??).  Here’s where the story takes a nose dive.  Apparently if you’re not checked in a full hour ahead of schedule, they don’t let you board.  Does everyone else know this?? I could have easily made it if they had let me even try, but nooooo, the mean man at the ticket counter wouldn’t let me.  UGH.  Of course I had to be back at work the next morning, and there was no way to get home that night at all.  Accepting my fate I asked if it was ok to sleep at the gate, which the mean man assured me it was.  I did some wandering and settled in with my book until oh, around 12;15.  I was then approached by airport security who informed me that no, I was not allowed to be there and had to go back to ticketing.  By this point, all the benches in that area were taken by people who hadn’t been lied to, and I laid on the concrete floor of the ticketing area until around 4:30 when we were allowed at the gate.  NOT the best night of my life.  Once I made it home, I felt like I’d been run over by a train, but had to go to work anyway.  And fin.

It should be mentioned that work has gd EXPLODED, and I spent a good 3-4 hours a day on vacation glued to the phone or computer.  This is mostly good news, as it means I’ll probably keep my job for a bit.  There seem to be some very exciting projects coming down the line for the winter, more to come on that for sure!

Apologies for not being a more consistent blogger, I promise to do better from here on out!!

pack-a-lackin’ October 5, 2009

Ugh, does it seem to anyone else my life currently only consists of unpacking or packing?  I’m so over it.  Tonight’s project consisted of packing for my trip back to His City.  Oye, what in the world are you supposed to wear to hang out with an ex and his fabulous new girlfriend?!?

The Roommate approved my plane outfit of a brown dress, burgundy sweater, brown tights and boots (she also announced that she would drive me to the airport, because, well she rocks!).  Other than that first outfit though, I’m sort of at a loss on what I’ll be wearing.  I finally got desperate and just started putting things in the suitcase, crossing my fingers all the while that amazing ensembles will spring forth, but currently my hopes are not especially high.

Over all I think the trip will have a pretty casual vibe, so I’m banking on dresses with leggings, jeans, t-shirts and cardigans to pull me through.  Topped off with the cute new boots and bag, hopefully it’ll all suffice.  At least I won’t be wandering the streets naked – probably.

All this business was set to happen tomorrow night as I have a tendency to wait for the last possible second (shocking, I know), but things at work exploded and it looks like I’ll be leaving the office around 11 tomorrow night and getting on a plane 6 hours later, so I decided to break the cycle of procrastination and at least get the clothing in order.  Tomorrow will still be the time for toiletries, accessories and last minute stuff (like painting my nails – nothing really says I so have my life together like a manicure, don’t ya think?)- so really I plan on being completely sleep deprived by the time the plane lands, which reminds me – concealer in an accessible place!

Well, the next couple days are sure to be exhausting on many levels, so this lady better be hitting the hay.  Wish me luck!

smells of unpacking October 4, 2009

Ok, straight up – I HATE unpacking.  So much so that I moved about 6 weeks ago, and I’m just now getting to the really business of it (look! here I am procrastinating again!!).  Truth be told it’s been at least two previous moves that have happened without ever fully unpacking.  So I’ve been treated to boxes I packed literally 3 years ago.  Joy.

Needless to say, I’ve got a rather LARGE pile for goodwill, and even more for the trash, but oh well, I’m proud to say that I think THIS is the apartment that will be completely unpacked! All this unpacking has me running into a great number of smells from past places, here’s the rundown…

Bath and Body works face moisturizer=the bathroom in His City, goodness, I used some and it was so visceral that I had to wash it off.

Smelly room oil stuff=the first apartment I lived in after moving back, sort of nice in a warm way, but again, brought me RIGHT BACK to being 23 and partying all. the. time. Found another wee bottle of oil and was transported back to the apartment I shared with The Doctor – fallish and full of emotional turmoil.

Green apple dish soap=the kitchen in His City. Okay, so why do I still have this dish soap around you ask? My best guess is that I’d forgotten about it or it was on sale and then I realized what it smelled like and I packed it back up.  Such a  pack-rat.

Of course along with the smells there are the pictures, love notes, knickknacks and so on that also seem to prove a history.  Not just of past love, but other adventures as well – like the Valentine’s day man scavenger hunt I went on with a girlfriend one year – the lists of different types of men we needed to find and have autograph our little red book – mementos from trips to Disney World and Honduras, things purchased for gifts when I worked in Alaska that never made it to there intended, books from college I didn’t have the heart to sell back, handfuls of jewelery from middle and high school, magnets made from clay as a child.

Finding a place for all these memories is tricky – what to hold near and be reminded of, what to tuck away into boxes to be found again in the next move.

So far I like how this apartment is coming together.  My previous house had no room for such personal adornment, so I’m a little concerned that this one will be dripping with sentiment, but for now it’s comforting, cozy and nice. But still a mess. Better get back to it.:)

Happy Sunday to you all!

Ahhhh!!! October 3, 2009

Obligatory pre-midnight post!!! Will write actual entry when I get home! Eeeekkkk!

Testing testing, 1,2,3? October 2, 2009

Why hello! Consider this my first official ‘remote’ post (ok, I’m sitting at my computer, but blogging from my phone)! Let’s see if this iPhone posting stuff is really all that easy..,
I went shopping last night for the elusive boots and purse- no boots, but think I scored on a purse! Sells for $200, I got it for $75!! What do ya think?

NaBlWriMo? October 1, 2009

What in the world does this even mean?

Naked Bluebirds Wring Money?

Native Blackberries Wriggle More?

Napes of Blugeoned Writh Momentarily?

What in the world have I gotten myself into.  Of course, silly girls like me go and start blogs, have plenty to say for a week, then go and sign up for silly writing challenges and suddenly the ideas go on vacation.  This could be a long month folks – especially with the upcoming vacation.  Better figure out the WordPress iPhone app – expect lots of pictures (ya know, if I can figure that out), and little content.

Oh! I also plan on asking for your fabulous advice on outfits this weekend – particularily what to wear on the plane (aka – the first outfit The First will have seen me in in ages).  Oye the drama.  Sheesh, I already don’t like this month’s blogs.  I promise to get better, mmm kay??

Comfy, cozy fall. September 30, 2009

Even though the temperature’s been dropping over the last few days, tonight’s the first night I truly fell the fall vibe.  I was home from work a little on the late side, nuked some pasta while I threw on mismatched jammies, and am curled up in my big red chair with a cup of tea, a blanket and SYTYCD.  I’m sure that in about a month or two I’ll be really totally over this, but for right now, it feels just delightful.

I was doing a little chatting with The Traveler earlier tonight when I was still at the office.  Oye. I’m not sure why I keep engaging him.  I think part of it must be that I feel bad? He’s out of a pretty long term relationship (5 years) and lost his dog and doesn’t have many friends around here, so that’s probably reason enough to feel bad, right? Ok, maybe feel bad, but not probably go over there feeling bad only to end up in his bed (which, btw, is hands down the best boy bed I’ve ever come across – and trust me when I say I’ve come a cross a few) .  The especially weird/obnoxious part is him counseling me to avoid non-relationship sex – um, excuse me?? (POSSIBLE TMI UPDATE:  I just realized that due to certain Saturday activities, a certain part of my anatomy is CHAPPED. I swear. WTF. And yes, we’re talking above the waist line. Perverts) Sheesh. Well, okay, he totally has a point, but he needs to stop playing with my hair and kissing my neck or else needs to man up and ask me on an actual date.

The other man currently being juggled, the man who above all others I should probably be avoiding like the plague, is The Producer.  I met The Producer back in July, and lets just say that given my line of work, I have no business even thinking about messing around with producers.  The Producer took me out and about town a couple times when he was in town, all the while claiming that he just needed a tour guide.  On one occasion he convinced me that I was too drunk to drive – which I was – and that i just should go back to his hotel room – which I probably shouldn’t have.  Lucky for me The Producer something of a good guy, and nothing happened except perhaps a little footsy.  We’ve continued talking even after he returned to La-La Land, and well, it’s gone from mildly inappropriate to wildly inappropriate.  He just announced he’s coming back for Halloween – of course he has to go and choose the sluttiest day of the year.

So dear readers (HAHA! See that, how I totally assume there are people reading this!?), I beg of you – what to do? See him? Don’t see him? BTW, would also TOTALLY appreciate any costume advice you might have out there – I’m at a total and complete loss this year.

PS. Please forgive this completely dis-jointed post, apparently I’m too distractable for blogging tonight.

Planning for the unexpected September 29, 2009

So, as I so mysteriously alluded to in yesterday’s post, I got some news about an upcoming trip that was a little – unsettling.  Let’s just back this up a bit (doodley do, doodley do, doodley do… time changey special effect)…

Once upon a time there was a boy.  He was The First boy, so shall be referred to as hereinafter.  The First and I enjoyed a long drawn out flirtation sprinkled with several hot and heavy make-out sessions in college, all culminating in a marathon of playing Donkey Kong Country and cuddling senior year.  Of course marathons of these sorts most frequently lead to blissed out, super charged, virginity losing relationships (yea, so I lost my virginity at 21, what of it?), and that’s exactly what we had.  The tragedy of the situation was our impending graduation and plans to move to two very different cities.  We had a ball pretty much right up until the day I was leaving for my summer job, and then the crying began.  We broke up but promised to stay friends and yadda “>yadda yadda yadda.  There was much drama, and more long island iced teas than I’d like to admit, but eventually it was decided that we would get back together, that being broken-up shouldn’t be so awful, and that I would follow him to his city – bargaining with myself that it would be a better place for me anyway (and to this day, I AM so happy I didn’t move to my choice city at the time).

Our first five or so months in His City were like rainbows spewing forth from unicorn horns.  We played golf (badly), explored neighborhoods, joined a gym (I gained ten pounds thanks to the tacos and pizza downstairs, he worked out for a week and gained biceps), visited friends, went to fun bars, IKEA’d the shit out of our adorable apartment – it was divine.  Then, The First and I started coming apart a bit – he didn’t do anything for Valentine’s Day, I left tea mugs on the coffee table – etcetera and so it goes for so many couples in their first experiment with co-habitation.  The First announced that he felt that we were practically married, and that he wasn’t ready for that, I cried, rode the train aimlessly around town, puked in the street, and waited for him to come home at night.

SIDEBAR:  All of this would have probably been infinitely helped by the presence of actual friends – who I might have actually had if I hadn’t been so glued to the couch with The First – ah hindsight.

Okay, we’ll fast forward a bit – we got back together, for oh, about two months before I turned to him at the end of a quite lovely evening and said “it’s over, isn’t it?”  And it was.  I came home. And cried, and cried and cried, but at least this time I had my family and friends.  Eventually – we both moved on.  I truly credit the 1500 miles between us for our continued friendship – I really don’t know how people break up and stay in the same city.

So this has been, ohhhh, four years ago now?  The First and I really are still good friends, but there has always been an ebb and flow to the frequency of our contact in conjunction to whether or not one of us is in another relationship.  Duh. SO I should have seen this all coming a couple months back.  Following a couple of extremely chatty months, I decided 4 years was too long to go between visits to His City, and that it was time I flew my booty back for a few days.  In classic Airin fashion, I bought tickets, stopped hearing from The First and my life exploded probably all in the same week.  I’ve been in a fairly self obsessed place for a couple months, so I hardly noticed the lack of communication until this week when it occurred to me that my trip is NEXT WEEK.  So we text a bit, and in-between quips about the weather and his new condo, The First drops in something about his new girlfriend who will probably be around most of the time.  Uh, what?!? I mean, thanks for mentioning this to me before I boarded my flight, but a little more heads up would have been nice perhaps.  I mean, I’m staying at your place for three nights.  Yesterday I was livid, today I’m more just scarred that she’ll be cooler/funnier/smarter/better dressed than me. The funny part is that I’m pretty certain that we’ll get along just fine – clearly we both have good taste in men, so that’s a start.  So my current mission is new boots and a new purse, shoes and handbags, that’s the way to any current girlfriend’s heart, right?

Why do Mondays suck so much? September 28, 2009

Why hello! Lovely to see you again! So I’m already a failure at WordPress’s “write every single day for the first 30″ hoo-ha that they tout, but oh well, here I am again.

Lets see, where were we? Ah yes, analyzing the effects of me not drinking on boys that I’m sort of into.  Genius that I am, I figured ‘why not go ahead and contact the whole kit and kaboodle of guys I had sort of flings with over the summer and see what happens?’ And so I did.  Obviously event #1 was Saturday night with The Traveler.

Event #2 took place Sunday night with, hmmm, lets call him The Guitarist.  I proposed a movie, he countered with dinner first, I agreed, got ready in record time, and left my apartment feeling quite pleased with myself for going out on a real, live, bona-fide date – with food and everything!  The restaurant he suggested had a charming patio and a delicious spinach salad and perhaps the most scrumptious diet coke I’ve ever encountered.  The conversation was easy and fun, flirty but not over the top.  We eventually came to the realization that we were missing the Sunday night HBO line-up, and agreed that the best course of action would be to go back to his place to catch it.  THIS.  This right here is when I should have had warning bells, lights and whistles going off like crazy.  You wouldn’t know this, since this blog is such a baby and all, but I’ve been to The Guitarist’s apartment before.  Truly the epitome of icky boy bachelor pads – the only TV is in the bedroom.  Clever, clever boys. Stupid, stupid girls who fall for it not once, but TWICE (hanging my head in shame).  Long story short – TV ended at 9:59, making out commenced at 10:01, and by 10:11 all was said and done.  UGH. Around this time I remembered why I had let him fall off my radar the first time around, and so announced that it was probably time I take my leave.  I drove home feeling kinda gross and a little used – also maybe like I should be wearing a certain t-shirt that Meg tried on in an episode of “Family Guy,” but above all, disturbingly sober.  What the ef is wrong with me that I do this things not only under the influence of delicious, comfortable vodka sodas, but also WITHOUT them?!?!

I also just got some sucktastic news about an upcoming trip, but am still perhaps too flustered to write coherently about it, so perhaps there will be another update tonight.  Let’s just be cryptic for now and say that this will NOT be the trip I bargained for.

I’m pretty sure a therapist would have a field day with me right about now.

PS. I swear I’ll take this blog to a place of sunshine and kittens just as soon as possible – and yes, I do realize that I’ll probably delete all these posts in the next couple months when I become uber paranoid about certain people stumbling across them.