Just because you talk to someone everyday doesn't make you more than friends. But on the flip side, just because you don't talk to someone everyday (or even every week or month...) doesn't make you less than friends. Sometimes those are the best friends. I need to remember the first more often, and others in my life have never understood the second.
I thought that Memphis had the worst drivers. I was wrong. Atlanta does, and all they have done besides almost hitting my car is make me a much angrier driver. Seriously-- some people need to review the meaning of a "yield sign".
There is nothing better than getting to spend the weekend completely alone.
I have come to realize that I will never have a dog until I own/rent a place that has a backyard. And I am too selfish to have a dog- sometimes I want to sleep past 6am, and sometimes when I get home at 1am I want to get straight to bed- not walk a dog.
I wish that I could take my friends, put them in Nashville, and pick Nashville up and put it in the mountains. That would be perfect. I love my friends here- they are absolutely the best friends I could ever have. I love the city of Nashville, always have. It's the perfect size, with many different scenes and areas that fit me, but it's not in the mountains. Someone come up with a way for this plan to work.
Currently my biggest fear is going to Josh's wedding alone in September. I really don't think I can handle going there, seeing people that I haven't seen since high school (or at least since sometime in college) alone.
http://www.sfromlastnight.com/ is maybe the worst thing that has happened to my productivity in a long time. Thank you to the person that told me about it for ruining me and making me a bigger procrastinator than I was before. On the bright side, at least I didn't know about it in grad school.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Ingram Hill
Ingram Hill was in town this past Thursday... and of course, I went to see them. Although, truthfully, the fact that they were playing at Peachtree Tavern in Buckhead almost made me not go, because well, it's Buckhead. I HATE Buckhead, and I usually am not a very big fan of Buckhead people either. But I mean, seriously, I can't let Buckhead stop me from seeing my favorite band! And as it turns out, Peachtree Tavern is way less douchey on a Thursday than it is on the weekend.
So, yeah. Favorite band. Also pretty good show. As much as I like shows where I don't have to stand shoulder to shoulder with anyone, I wish for Ingram Hill's sake that more people had been there. I mean, the standing crowd was probably only 4 people deep, and that was when I was standing in the back of the "crowd". I think the only downer was that I had to go to the show alone. My two Ingram Hill buddies live just too far away to join me (St. Louis and Tampa), but on the bright side, in the last two days I have found two other people that not only have heard of Ingram Hill, but also that like their music. I find this exciting, because outside of people from Memphis or that went to UT, most people have never heard of them.
If you haven't heard their music, it is a fantastic mix, mostly southern rock. I compare it to Counting Crows and Sister Hazel, with a little Blues Traveler and a definite Elvis influence. I love them. Check it out. www.ingramhillmusic.com. Best Show EVER. Definitely the pick-me-up I needed this week :)
So, yeah. Favorite band. Also pretty good show. As much as I like shows where I don't have to stand shoulder to shoulder with anyone, I wish for Ingram Hill's sake that more people had been there. I mean, the standing crowd was probably only 4 people deep, and that was when I was standing in the back of the "crowd". I think the only downer was that I had to go to the show alone. My two Ingram Hill buddies live just too far away to join me (St. Louis and Tampa), but on the bright side, in the last two days I have found two other people that not only have heard of Ingram Hill, but also that like their music. I find this exciting, because outside of people from Memphis or that went to UT, most people have never heard of them.
If you haven't heard their music, it is a fantastic mix, mostly southern rock. I compare it to Counting Crows and Sister Hazel, with a little Blues Traveler and a definite Elvis influence. I love them. Check it out. www.ingramhillmusic.com. Best Show EVER. Definitely the pick-me-up I needed this week :)
Monday, May 25, 2009
Dear Alcohol
My cousin found this email, and I thought it summed up the weekend (Savannah Hat Tournament) perfectly.
Dear Alcohol,
First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays, hidden inside chocolates, as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at hear, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:
1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m.
2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, by why do you suggest that I eat a taco with fire sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale bbq chips (washed down with WINE and topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls and chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black and blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock. (And I know what my bathtub looks like I don't need a close up of it after falling off the bot, it's really hard to get outta there)
4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, break products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.
In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions and hopefully, we can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you,
Your biggest fan
PS: THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK
1. Innovative
2. Preliminary
3. Proliferation
4. Cinnamon
5. Statistic
THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULTY TO SAY WHEN DRUNK
1. Specificity
2. British Constitution
3. Passive-aggressive disorder
THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK
1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex
2. Nope, no more beer for me
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type
4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?
5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing
6. Fight? No way. Let's sit down and talk this out
7. Text Message? no I have sent enough for the night
8. Dance? No I shouldn't I should just sit here on the bar stool.
Dear Alcohol,
First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays, hidden inside chocolates, as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at hear, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:
1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m.
2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, by why do you suggest that I eat a taco with fire sauce, along with a big Italian meatball and some stale bbq chips (washed down with WINE and topped off with a Kit Kat after a few cheese curls and chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.
3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black and blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock. (And I know what my bathtub looks like I don't need a close up of it after falling off the bot, it's really hard to get outta there)
4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, break products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities.
Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.
In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions and hopefully, we can continue this fruitful partnership.
Thank you,
Your biggest fan
PS: THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK
1. Innovative
2. Preliminary
3. Proliferation
4. Cinnamon
5. Statistic
THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULTY TO SAY WHEN DRUNK
1. Specificity
2. British Constitution
3. Passive-aggressive disorder
THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK
1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex
2. Nope, no more beer for me
3. Sorry, but you're not really my type
4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?
5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing
6. Fight? No way. Let's sit down and talk this out
7. Text Message? no I have sent enough for the night
8. Dance? No I shouldn't I should just sit here on the bar stool.
Thursday, May 07, 2009
The end of loopy's bad decisions
From left to right: Manhands, Blair, Tracy, Kara, and Ellen. I love all these girls-- Kara and Tracy have usually been around for the aftermath of my bad decisions. Not so much there as I was making them :)It's happening.
On Saturday, May 9, will be the end of the time when I make 95% of my bad decisions and stupid actions. No seriously.
The Event: Manhands, Blair, and Ellen are graduating from Auburn.
The reason this is the end of my bad decisions? Because for whatever reason, the combination of Auburn and those three girls equals trouble for me. I believe that Manhands is the primary enabler, but Blair, Ellen, and Annie are prime encouragers of these bad decisions, and do not believe in allowing me to forget them. And I love that. The fact that I could go down to Auburn, throw down, make a bad decision, and them leave and not worry about it for a few months was heaven. I have by far done more stupid things down there in the last three years that I have ever done anywhere else.
So, to Ellen, Manhands, and Blair: congrats on graduating. Yall are awesome, and you gave me a second college experience that I needed. But remember. I do stupid things in Auburn, so they don't count in real life :) Love you girls :)
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Birthdays
So... this week I was told the following statement (or rather along these lines): The point in our lives when people should stop expecting their friends and family to make a big deal over their birthday is 12 years old.
This of course, was while I was relating the events of my birthday celebration. So I was slightly offended, because to me, birthdays are always a reason to celebrate! I love celebrating my friends birthdays, because it is the one day a year that they get to be the center of attention, and really, who doesn't love a reason to party? And also, I am not someone who generally likes being the center of attention. On my birthday, I love being the center of attention, just for one day (or rather, on the day that I choose to celebrate my birthday, which this year was about 4 days early). So yeah... I believe it is OK to celebrate your birthday and want to have a small deal made about it, but really as long as you are willing to do the same for your friends. :)
So anyway- birthday celebration extravaganza shindig! It was awesome! Parag and I decided to celebrate together since we wanted to both do our things on the same night. We started with my part, dinner/drinks at Six Feet Under- west side. I was hoping to get some serious patio time in, but alas, it was an hour and a half wait for the patio and immediate seating inside at the bar. Bar it is then :) So that was fun, people came and went, had a drink, chatted. Parag and I had car bombs (which I smoked him at, btw). Good time. Eventually we headed to the Masquerade for Parag's half of the night- dancing. Surprise!
I have never been to the Masquerade before, and it was amazing! Two different rooms for dancing with different music in both, so a pick your poison kinda option. Good friends dancing, some people that I didn't expect to see but was a wonderful surprise. Erin, who loves to send text messages to people that are no more than at least 10ft. away from her sent me one at some point saying "I'll give you a dollar if you make out with _____________". Hilarious. At some point we completely lost Parag- in reality apparently someone finally took him home only about an hour or so into his part of the birthday shindig...
Eventually there were only five from our little group left: me, Katherine, Erin, Poole, BoBo, and Spears. We actually closed down the Masquerade after dancing there from around 11:30/midnight-ish until 3:30am. I didn't get into bed until 4am, then woke up three hours later to go to work, worked for 4 hours, then came back home and went straight into nap mode. Needless to say it took me all day to recover fully. Honestly, making it the best birthday. EVER. And it makes me want to go dancing again. Sooner rather than later.
This of course, was while I was relating the events of my birthday celebration. So I was slightly offended, because to me, birthdays are always a reason to celebrate! I love celebrating my friends birthdays, because it is the one day a year that they get to be the center of attention, and really, who doesn't love a reason to party? And also, I am not someone who generally likes being the center of attention. On my birthday, I love being the center of attention, just for one day (or rather, on the day that I choose to celebrate my birthday, which this year was about 4 days early). So yeah... I believe it is OK to celebrate your birthday and want to have a small deal made about it, but really as long as you are willing to do the same for your friends. :)
So anyway- birthday celebration extravaganza shindig! It was awesome! Parag and I decided to celebrate together since we wanted to both do our things on the same night. We started with my part, dinner/drinks at Six Feet Under- west side. I was hoping to get some serious patio time in, but alas, it was an hour and a half wait for the patio and immediate seating inside at the bar. Bar it is then :) So that was fun, people came and went, had a drink, chatted. Parag and I had car bombs (which I smoked him at, btw). Good time. Eventually we headed to the Masquerade for Parag's half of the night- dancing. Surprise!
I have never been to the Masquerade before, and it was amazing! Two different rooms for dancing with different music in both, so a pick your poison kinda option. Good friends dancing, some people that I didn't expect to see but was a wonderful surprise. Erin, who loves to send text messages to people that are no more than at least 10ft. away from her sent me one at some point saying "I'll give you a dollar if you make out with _____________". Hilarious. At some point we completely lost Parag- in reality apparently someone finally took him home only about an hour or so into his part of the birthday shindig...
Eventually there were only five from our little group left: me, Katherine, Erin, Poole, BoBo, and Spears. We actually closed down the Masquerade after dancing there from around 11:30/midnight-ish until 3:30am. I didn't get into bed until 4am, then woke up three hours later to go to work, worked for 4 hours, then came back home and went straight into nap mode. Needless to say it took me all day to recover fully. Honestly, making it the best birthday. EVER. And it makes me want to go dancing again. Sooner rather than later.
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