Damn this open floor/no cubes layout. Its impossible to surf the net or type long sagas without it a)looking as if I’m looking at porn (especially when I look at myspace stuff w/all the flashing pictures and whatnot) and b)making it seem as if I’m completely goofing off. Which I am…goofing off, that is…but whatever.
so this past weekend:
hung out w/the newly-single Canadian as we both lead semi-pathetic lives right now. We ate Taco bell (my choice) in the world’s nicest taco bell, and then went to see X3 (his choice) which was completely stupid and made me laugh out loud in the theater.
saturday was K&B’s housewarming thing at their newly remodeled swanky pad that they bought together. They don’t cook, so we forced them to cook for us. It’s awesome being my friend, don’t you think? I had like 10 goblets of wine and 3 goblets of champagne for dinner, and then, after imitating my cardio striptease class (fucking stupid class btw. Wasn’t cardio. And no stripping involved. More like rolling around on the hardwood floor until you got bruises on your knees), I passed out for 30 minutes. In a semi-awake stupor, I awoke and said, “lets go to the hot tub,” which, after a lot of running around in swimsuits in the frigid SF night, we finally found a working one and got in.
About an hour later, I was fully sober. Alcohol had been sufficiently sweated out. So back upstairs where we watched a movie and tried to think of places that sold soft serve at 3am. Didn’t find any. Sucks.
Sunday was spent procrastinating on a million things. The Canadian and I have promised to run on sundays together since we are the 2 slowest runners and 2 biggest complainers we know. By 3pm I finally decided we should go, against both our wills. I havent ran in like 4 months, but I have to say, I did way better than expected. Pats on back. To celebrate, we pigged out on Chinese food and then watched this show called Unscripted on HBO. Not bad, not bad.
This week –
we are going to VEGAS! then GRAND CANYON! Then, VEGAS!
C and I have been trying to plan, but its been slow-going. Things are finally falling into place. One thing we decided that we NEED though is to be BACK. In other words, we need some boys and we need them NOW. We have decided to make it a mission of ours…although vegas has some of the ugliest peeps ive ever seen in the clubs…well…we’ll try…
I goofed off during lunch today and went to old navy to buy some skirts. i hate wearing anything short to begin with, so this is new territory for me. Ended up buying *gulp* 2 short skirts that Im sure the canadian will make fun of me for if/when I am ever photographed in them. Its weird for me too. I’m not used to seeing/exposing my legs past the knee. I’m scared that I’m gonna get nonstop catcalls, but fuck it, I figured when me and C are out in the desert, in the middle of nowhere, I’ll be thankful for wearing anything other than my typical jeans.
