Year of Yes: Potential Date #5

We went to Mother's Day brunch. The waiter was cute. I was feeling courageous. I left my phone number with, Nick, the waiter. He probably will not call me, but I feel good about the fact that I hardly even felt nervous about leaving my phone number. Courageous or stupid, I don't know.

It's Not THAT Year of Yes

I go to my match.com account, and it said that someone had winked at me.

Then I realize it is a WOMAN?!?!

It clearly states that I am only interested in men.

Then I look closer at the pictures. This is a 51 year old Asian man. I think. His/her first language is not English as he/she cannot even decide which sex he/she is!

In the pictures he/she looks like a man, but never does he/she state that he/she is a man. (I never realized how many times I use pronouns!!)

Honestly, it is NOT that Year of Yes.

I may be desperate, but not desperate enough to switch teams.

Yet.

Things That Were Hilarious, But Not So Much Now That I Think About It

This weekend was a complete and total blast. Amanda decided for her 30th birthday (was I not supposed to mention that, Amanda?) she and Curtis would go on a trip. And she would invite some of her closest friends. I think at one point the invite list included her third grade teacher and her cousin's friend's dog, once removed.

Amanda told me of this weekend adventure when I visited her at Christmas. I was in. An entire weekend of drinking with my college buddies? Twist my arm.

So this was the weekend. We went. We saw. We conquered. And by conquered, I mean we conquered the keg. 'Til I was ready to burst!

Here are a few pictures to show you what an amazing time we had. We stayed at McMenamin's Edgefield in Troutdale, OR. (Which is synonymous for "terrible service" in some foreign languages, such as French and Zulu.)



But, to the title of my entry. Things that were hilarious, but are not so much now.

1) Matt: "It wasn't the menage a trois so much, but really the diarrhea."


2) Micaela: "The only thing I am naturally good at is being rad."
3) Curtis: "Ninety, ninety, ninety, ninety. Ninety." "Ninety." And then a few seconds later, "Ninety."

OK, never mind, they really are hilarious now, too. I truly had a fantastic time; I only offended once during the weekend (that I know of) and I hope that everyone else had a fantastic time doing whatever it was that they were doing!!!

The Year of Yes: Dates 4.1 & 4.2

So, I went out with The Doctor on Sunday. Twice. Yes, twice.

First we had breakfast. Nothing thrilling there except for the conversation and the coffee. Why did it never occur to me to date a stand up comedian? Oh, perhaps because I was always afraid that I am not funny enough because of previously mentioned dopeheads telling me I am not funny.

I digress.

Then we went to a book sale, where I proceeded to smell the books. What? Why does everyone look at me like that? I can't help it if my nose and I have a close and intimate relationship with books and their scent. Besides, ask anyone, I love how certain things smell.

Yes, The Doctor thought I was crazy. Whatever, he's the psychologist.

Then we went to the Reno Earth Day Celebration. The Doctor had to leave early, so I stayed with friends. But before he left, he invited me to have dinner at his place that night. (Hence, the third date.)

He can cook. And he's intelligent, and damn if he doesn't make me laugh. And we have the same political views, which is a nice change for once.

My Birthday Party: The Year of Excuses

Here is a random sampling of the various excuses I heard at my birthday party:

#1) I have e coli.

#2) I'm sorry I'm late, I just got laid. (Rub it in, why don't you?)

#3) We're going to see an Iron Maiden tribute band called The Iron Madiens.

#4) I'm sorry you were NEVER the werewolf, but at least I didn't kill you!

#5) Sorry I didn't make it, I forgot.

Evs. (That's Australian for WHATEVER!) Here are the pictures to prove that we had fun in spite of the excuses.

PS: My button says: "Zombies. The other dead meat." Heather got it for me. Love it!

We roasted marshmallows. How fun is THAT?

NOW I Care If I Am Older

It's the day after. I feel like a train hit me (thanks, Amy!) and I am starting to feel like 31.

Whatever, more parties to come. Pictures to follow!

It's My Birthday!!!!!

Oh, how do love thee, my sweet, sweet birthday? Let me count the ways:

1) I get to do whatever I want, and if someone gives me crap, I scream, "IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!"

2) I get the day off from work.

3) It's all about ME! (I tried to get God to prevent other people from being born on my birthday. It didn't work.)

4) I get presents.

5) I don't even care if I am a year older (today) because it is my birthday. (Tomorrow we will discuss how I DO care about getting older.)