Well Vegas, I hope you are happy...

I’m getting ready for Vegas and about to do something I haven’t done in a long time. That’s right, I am going to put my credit card in my wallet. I wasn't planning to, but then I unexpectedly had to drop $300 on a visit to Pint’s vet, over $100 on my car, and another $100 on work shit that I will get reimbursed for eventually but not in time for this trip. And that was basically all my spending money. So I am going to go dig through the pile of shit under my bed and fish out my good old Citibank card. I racked up the credit debit when I studied abroad. I mean, racked.it.up. But it’s finally paid off and I haven’t touched the thing in over a year and I have gotten used to not having it around. And I think I learned my lesson and will be able to behave myself this weekend. (Everyone keep your fingers crossed!) The only thing that really terrifies me is losing the card, because it’s a card a criminal would LOVE to get his or her hands on. I have no idea what Citibank was thinking, but last time I checked, the balance on that card was more than I make in a year. I could literally go out and put a Mercedes on the damn thing. Maybe not an s-class, or whatever the hell the nicest series is, but a basic one. I have tried to call them and get the limit lowered, but the people on the phone don’t seem to get what I am asking for. It’s actually kind of annoying since I’m sure way too high limits are a contributing factor to why Americans are swimming in so much credit card debit. Anyway, I’ll keep an eye on my card and try to keep my spending in check. Worst case scenario, I have to spend my next couple of paychecks making up for drunken purchases I don’t even remember. I can think of worse things!

Sphincter says what?

Man, I have always wanted to use that for the title of a blog! God, I love Wayne's World. What a great way to lighten the mood!

Work has slowed down, I’ve already written about all my upcoming adventures, and nothing is really pissing me off these days so I am having a small bout of writers block. I could write about Gonzales or what a great dad Alex Baldwin is or something, but I lack both the motivation and the patience to form coherent thoughts right now. Any one have any good blogging ideas?

The Orange and Maroon Effect

Thank you, Nor’easter. Seriously. I fucking love all this rain.

It’s been raining all weekend and it’s reminding me of Juneau. I have to say, I don’t really miss the rain. But at least in Juneau, there are mountains and the ocean and nature to take your mind off the rain. Anyway, this weekend went by way too quickly, but I didn’t do anything. I blame it on the rain that was falling, falling. Who wants to go out when it’s pouring outside? Not this girl.

I am really looking forward to this week being over. My job is going to slow down a LOT after this week. It’s about damn time. And next week is VEGAS! (Hey Miz – I made you a birthday present and you are going to LOVE it, or else we are not going to be friends, because if you don’t think it’s awesome, we have nothing in common.) And I can't wait to get out there and start celebrating!

Well, well, weh-helll...

The ex drunk dialed last night and who do you suppose he called?

Hooray! Fun day!

There is nothing more fun than spending hours confined in a small room with a bunch of middle aged women listening to them discuss how to engage college students better by utilizing YouTube, Flickr, Facebook, and/or MySpace. I especially enjoy being ignored as the only 20-something voice in the room because, really, what would I know about that stuff anyway?

Are We There Yet?

Patience has never been my strong suit. I like to know what is going on. I like knowing the who, what, where, when, why and how, which probably explains why journalism appealed to me in college.

Don’t get me wrong - I like surprises, and regardless of what past blogs have said, I can keep a secret. But I don’t like uncertainty. So I am trying very hard with this Vegas trip to not be the annoying over-planner. I don’t have to plan out every second of my day when I travel, but I do like knowing the basics. And I am proud to say I have not called Mr. I-Had-A-Bad-Day-So-I-Quit-Blogging-Forever once yet about logistics. Do I pack a sleeping bag because there will be 47 people sleeping in one bedroom? Who knows? I’ve got plenty of room in my bag so I’ll throw on in there just in case. Do I owe someone money for fake Price Is Right tickets or are we getting them there? Who knows? I am sure someone will ask me for money if I owe them. And I am pretty sure no one besides me would buy tickets in advance anyway. When I get off the plane am I going to hop in a cab or take a shuttle to the strip? How many people are actually going to be there and what the hell am I going to talk to them about? I am going to have to get really drunk for that one because I am not a huge fan of being the one infiltrator in a group of BFF’s.

All that aside, I am starting to get really excited about going. I was trying not to get excited about this trip because when I am excited about something, it usually ends up disappointing me. But I am so ready for a vacation. Getting the hell out of DC, even for a weekend, is definitely in order. And who knows what will happen? That’s part of the appeal of this trip. Blowing off some steam and not knowing what's going to happen. I can't fucking wait.

Whadda Ju-neau?

Oh my gosh! I am SO excited right now. I just used all my frequent flyer miles on a trip back to Juneau in August – I cannot wait! This summer is going to be so awesome. I am going to Vegas in three weeks, Boston in May, Becca’s wedding in June, Wisconsin in July and now Alaska in August. I am going to have negative three days of vacation by the end of the summer, but it’s going to be SO worth it. Plus, on the way up to Juneau, I am stopping for a few days in Seattle to check out our regional office there. During our annual meeting last week, one of the senior staff members in that office told me to come and scope it out to see if I’d want to work there permanently. I would LOVE to do that, thank you very much! Do I know how to kiss the right kind of ass or what?!

Happy Passover!

I am busy cooking my Seder dinner right now, and quite surprisingly, things are going pretty smoothly. My matzo balls are pretty round, at least most of them are. My chocolate covered matzo is yummy and I've already almost made myself sick on it. I am drinking wine. I'm eyeing up the brie and telling myself not to touch it until later since it would look kind of silly to have a half eaten brie on the table when everyone gets here. I always say I don't like to cook, but once I actually start cooking, I love it. I just hate cleaning up. When I win the lottery, I am going to hire a maid to clean up and then I will cook all the time. I will quit my job and be a photographer by day and cook at night. In the meantime, thank God for dishwashers!

What a difference...

a good night's sleep can make.