NYC Bound

This is my sister and me last year on a "booze cruise" that we took with her husband and a bunch of her friends. This time her husband is leaving town and it will be just us girls! My mom and I are headed up to stay with my sister (in her matchbook sized apartment) to see what kind of hell we can raise in Manhattan. Okay, so my sister and I might wait until our mom goes to bed to really do the hell raising. I gotta say I'm looking forward to a wonderful girl's weekend... and taking a day and half off work (which I never do just for the fun of it). Look out NYC, here I come!

The Best Day Ever

Okay, so it wasn't really the best day EVER but it was pretty damn good! You can't go wrong with 15 hours of football, friends, and beer drinking fun! The first drinks were poured at 9:30 yesterday morning followed by almost three hours of tailgating and on the game (with free tickets, which adds to the great day). The Bulldogs played pretty poorly but pulled out a win so that make me happy. Plus it was nice to see a close game for the first time this season. The game was followed by a few more hours of tailgating and on to dinner. Well, let me tell you that finding a table downtown is very difficult on game days. So we settled on The Grill because we didn't have to wait an hour or two for a table. Wow, was I surprised! I remember the food there being so good and it was awful last night. My friends and I discussed what seemed to be a change in the quality of food and realized it was probably the first time any of us have been there when it wasn't 3 or 4 in the morning and we weren't drunk, starving, and very mediocre food seemed like a gourmet meal. Note to self (and advice to others): Only eat at The Grill if you're really drunk, everything else is closed, and you don't have a way to get to Waffle House. Anyway, my friend commented at dinner that she wanted to go out and (continue to have) have a really fun night. I thought to myself, "It's not like we're going to be dancing on tables." How wrong I was! Yes, four women in their late twenties and one husband in his early thirties went out to a bar and danced on the table like we were college freshman. The band was awesome and it just couldn't be helped. I have to say that it was the most fun I've had in a while! I can't wait to see what fun awaits me in Athens for the Tennessee game when at least fifteen or twenty of my good college friends will be there. It's great to be a Georgia Bulldog!!

It Really Is The Little Things

I like being able to get excited about the little things- "skinny jeans" or otherwise. Tomorrow will be my first UGA game of the season. While Colorado is not a huge game, I am excited about seeing friends and tailgating. But I'm also excited about my new UGA tailgating cooler and earrings. Yes, it's simple, but if the little things don't make you happy then I think you get less joy out of life. I just don't think you can beat Athens on game day with old college friends and a cooler of beer for getting joy out of life. GO DAWGS!!

My Version of the "Skinny Jeans"

Whether they admit it or not, every woman has a pair of jeans or pants that are her "skinny jeans." They are the ones that make her waiste look tiny, her stomach look like she does 100 sit-ups a day, and her ass look like it belongs in a Levi's commercial (that is, if she can fit into them). I had not worn my "skinny jeans" (really they are pants) in a while, but I fit into them today and I have to admit, I looked damn good. Most teachers lose weight in the summer because they have more time to exersise. I, on the other hand, gain weight in the summer because I have more time to drink beer and eat Mexican food. In the six weeks since I went back to work, I've lost almost fifteen pounds (more from less Mexican than less beer). My goal is to lose five more so that I weigh the same as I did when I graduated high school over eleven years ago. I'm turning 30 in December so I need a goal so I don't feel too old. My "skinny jeans" definitely helped make me feel like the goal is attainable. And it's nice to look in the mirror and think, "Damn these pants make my ass look hot" (especially for an almost 30 year old). And especially after a night of Mexican food and beer drinking. The dog play date was a couple beers which turned into a couple more beers at my parent's house which turned into a drink at the bar/restaurant with friends before dinner which turned into a pitcher with dinner which turned into a pictcher after dinner. And I could still fit into my "skinny jeans." Sometimes it's the little things that make a woman happy! Or is it the little jeans?

P.S. I should clarify that I don't usually drink that much on a "school night" but I'd had to drive on Friday and Saturday nights so I deserved a night of being the passenger and this week is standardized testing at school so all I have to do is make sure the kids are bubbling in the right section and staying in the lines. About as boring and non-mentally stimulating as it comes.

Strut Your Stuff

Some people do not like Atlanta and only come to the city when they absolutely have to. I, on the other hand, love the city and the quirkiness of the individual neighborhoods. Yesterday was the East Atlanta Village Strut, and there is a lot of individuality in that neighborhood. Except for when I lived in New Orleans, I don't think I've ever been around such fun and interesting people. Where else (that's not a gay festival) can you see adults with full body tatooes (and I mean full body, face and all), kids dressed like fairies, adults dressed like fairies, dogs dressed like fairies, people so elaborately costumed you can't tell if it's a man or woman, a truck bed made out to be a throne with a huge sign above it proclaiming "Queen of the Strut," and much, much more? And to make it all even better, all the bars/restaurants were running beer specials. What more could a city girl ask for?

Afterwards I went to a cook out at friend's house who lives nearby. I was certain that her new house was three houses down from another friend's house. Luckily, I looked in the window before knocking as it was not their house and not them sitting at the dining room table. And, luckily, these strangers did not see me looking in their window and call the police to find out why a woman dressed like a fairy was looking in their window. Okay, so I wasn't dressed like a fairy but maybe for next year's strut.

Well, I'm off to take Charlie on a dog play date. Really it's just an excuse for my friend and I to sit around drinking beer on a Sunday when we really have work to do. But the dogs do enjoy each others company, too.

Illiteracy, Part Two

I wanted to check to see if I was technologically illiterate, and I'm not! I can successfully post a picture. This is my favorite dog in the whole world, Charlie. He is my mom's dog and since I'm too busy to have my own dog, I live vicariously through her. Yes, he is as sweet as he looks!

Illiteracy

I've come the realization that there are many ways to be illiterate. Some men, apparently, are illiterate when it comes to reading body language. I was at a party last night watching UGA kick South Carolina's ass when some guy decided he wanted to hit on me. He had two big things working against him: 1. I was watching a football game and 2. I was just not interested. I am a nice person and have a hard time being rude so I tried to be polite while using my body language to give the hint that he needed to move on. First, I crossed my arms. Then I kind of turned my body more towards the person sitting on the opposite side of me. Finally, I actually moved around him to see the game when he got in my face to ask another question. Yet he still couldn't read that I wasn't interested... at all. I think that is one advantage to being engaged or married; a woman can just hold up her ring finger and most men will get that body language. Sadly not all would get it though. Illiteracy takes on various forms.

Football or the Beach?

Due to curcumstances beyond my control, I am no longer going to Athens for the home opener for my beloved Bulldogs. Instead, I am going to the family beach house in SC. This puts me in a delimma. I love the beach and hardly got to spend any time at the beach this summer. But I also love the Dawgs. I'm getting to the beach right around kick-off and don't know what to do. Do I grab a cooler of beer and head to the sand and sea? Or do I grab a cooler of beer and sit myself in front of the television which is, obviously, not on the beach? This is not a decision I like to make. Maybe I'll bring a radio to the beach (oh wait, I don't think I'll get Munson there) and watch the second half inside. I'm hoping the answer will come to me on the drive so whatever I do there is no hesitation. Either way, I'll have a cold beer in my hand before I even walk in the door. One of many reasons I love my family. And either way, no matter what I decide, I'll be saying, "Another beer, please" at the end of the day.