Birthday Fun

To everyone that came out to Great American last night (Greg, Adriane, Erin, Mike, Karen, Tom, Ray, Dan, Bonnie, Shelby, Rich, Chris and Dave) and to Heather who stopped by later...

Thank you :-)

Last night was a great time. I'm still seeing visions of the communal chocolate cake. Thank you for helping me eat it. It was huge.... and chocolatey... and huge :-)

Also a thank you to the gang who hung at Karen's after. I'm sorry I had to leave early, but as you can see by this posting.... I'm up at the ass crack of dawn for work at a place I've never run before. Cross your fingers.

Oh and Erin? My mom liked the handcuffs :-)

Thanks again you guys. You are true friends.

Books, Sex, Smoothies and Birthdays

Another month, another book club meeting. "The Alienist" by Caleb Carr (my pick) was fairly well received by all, although we did have some of the same problems with the author's writing style. [JP Morgan? What the hell? :-)]

As it happened, as the book club was wrapping up I was treated to an impomptu Sex Ed class by a pretty tipsy Erin and Mike. Then the newly wed, newley returned Adriane and her newly goatee'd husband Greg joined in the discussion. I now know what the top 4 sex positions are, to never try reverse cowgirl with a guy with a slightly curved penis, never have sex standing up with a guy if he's significantly taller than you and always leave the air conitioning on as friction can cause strange sounds. I also learned NEVER to tell the most intimate secrets of your relationship to a friend... cause once the Sangria smoothies start flowing, they all know. (Although Sangria smoothies kick serious ass.) I now know more than I ever wanted or needed to about sexual postions, sounds, lubricants, birth and porn.

Much to my dismay, I finished the 6th Harry Potter book on Sunday night. As promised, I say nothing. And don't ask me anything. I refuse to tell. Erin, I'm working on Woman in White. And on a side note, I saw a soundtrack for the musical version today in "The Wall".

Some friends from work are taking me to Olive Garden on Thursday night for my birthday. Should be a pretty fun time, except that my boss is a little creepy. He's 36 years old, has at least 6 kids (not all in the same house or with the same woman), and has intimated that if he weren't with his current girlfriend, he'd go out with me. Icky. I have a feeling if I shared the same glass with him I'd be pregnant a week later.

Looking forward to Saturday night. Dinner at Great American, then there's talk of going to Karen's. Hope everyone can make it. And if anyone's unsure of what to get me for my birthday....

Seth MacFarlane in a small red ribbon.

And if won't stay, slap on the ankle shakle.

And if he still tries to escape, tell him to knock it off or you'll strap him to a chair and make him watch a loop tape of George W. Bush interviews with a commentary track by Hal Fishman.

Just kidding... about the last two parts at least.

Want men? Go overseas :-)

So it turns out that I'm the hottest thing to walk this Earth... if you're a man from overseas. I've been a member of the International Pen Friends organization for about a decade or so. You exchange letters, postcards, pictures and other things with people from countries that interest you. Over the last two years, I've had an increase in male pen pals. Now, most of you guys know me. And for those who don't, you have eyes. I'm not exactly the "in" body type. But apparently to men overseas, I'm a Goddess. To date, I've received 5 invitations to "come meet and visit" people, 2 people signing their letters "your boyfriend" and one marriage proposal. Why can't I find these men in my OWN country! Now don't get me wrong. I'm flattered that someone likes me, flabbergasted that a FEW someone's like me. But is it me, or is the prospect of having someone offer to pay $1000 to fly you halfway around the world to "meet" you a little creepy? What do you think, Dr. Hill?

Ah well, I'm off to finish cropping the Down The House pictures from last night. BTW (...in theory), awesome show last night. Sorry I had to jet so early. Friends, please visit www.intheoryrocks.com. They're a good bunch of guys. And they sing pretty good too.