Archive for August 2005

tonta

Tonta = dummy.
Torta = cake.

Over birthday cake in the office this afternoon, I learned that there is a difference between the two. :(

summer

And just like that, it was over. Mother Nature always seems to know when the first day of school is, doesn’t she? Goddamn school buses that triple my freakin commute to work, bleh.

Finally got some music in my iPod and squeezed it into a sexy pale blue wetsuit, I am good to go! It rocks. Nobody should be without one. I don’t know how I’ve lived all these years without. You have never truly heard Diana Krall sing till you’ve heard her croon on this beaut.. it’s like she’s IN my head! If you have never heard of Diana Krall, for shame. Go download immediately. It’s se-xy.

put da lime in da coke you nut

Passion of the day: Diet Coke with Lime.

Putting the lime in the coke (you nut) was already genius enough, and now to jam it all into that tiny little word … diet … Somebody in the world got a promotion for this. How is it possible that 12 ounces of yummy lime-flavored goodness contains ZERO calories? And yet, contains enough caffeine to sustain me through the afternoon? I’ll bet channel 4’s Liz Crenshaw will tell me in a few weeks that this miracle drink causes blindness in asian women. Anyway, diet coke, whatever, who cares.

Last night I rented out the Clarendon studio. It was sad to kiss those gorgeous Indonesian hardwood floors goodbye, but getting the security deposit softened the blow for me a bit. And the girl renting the place is very responsible (and a gorgeous blonde to boot, fellas!) so I don’t think there will be any problems. Kevin got a renter for his place as well, so it looks like we’ll be celebrating this weekend! I went to pick up some papers for my renter last night, and Cliff, the “security guard”, smelled pretty strongly.. of beer. Hm. Our conversation went something like this..

J: Do you have a copy of the contractor release form?
C: …………the what?
J: The contractor form?
C: Oh that. Yesh. Hol’on.
J: Can I also get an extra vehicle tag?
C: A WHAT?!?!
J: ……. I’ll call in the morning.

dancing queen

There is a guy in our salsa class that is named Pooty - I thought for sure I had heard him wrong when we met, but tonight I heard someone shout across the parking lot HEY POOTY!!! Which means either that I did not hear him wrong, or that someone thinks I’ve got a nice arse. Tee hee.

We’re getting to be pretty decent (novice) salsa dancers, but I still need to work on not being so dizzy. It kind of takes the fun out of the whole thing when I want to vomit on my partner. How do I practice this? Go home and spin around and around?

2.5 faces

The company paid for us all to go to Dave & Buster’s for the afternoon and eat, drink, and play. Ahh, it’s a tough life :)  I rocked out on the girly basketball game, where the caged orange backboard moves back and forth, but I didn’t do so good on the manly-man basketball game, where the hoop is fixed and far away. I used up most of my free points on one of those photo booth thingys, where a bunch of my coworkers and myself smushed into a tiny booth for a few minutes and tried to fit our large faces into one shot. Collectively, there are probably 2.5 faces in the shot - Sammy’s excessively large forehead (and one eye) takes up about half the shot, but only counts towards 0.5 of the 2.5 faces, which doesn’t seem fair. Bigheaded freak.

I also found out today that the crazy kinky girl in Wedding Crashers is engaged to Ali G.. the one who said MacBeth.. is that the one about the cop on an island? I wonder what they talk about over coffee on sunday morning..

puny

Bought a gorgeous new sectional couch that just got delivered today. It’s steel grey/blue with about eighty pillows and buttons sewn in for a retro appeal, and a chaise on the side that is to die for. In fact, from the moment it was delivered until now, my ass hasn’t left the chaise. I am in love.

Here was a startling moment of my day that put things into a bit of perspective for me…. So while the couch is being delivered, these two small (and surprisingly strong) young men were breaking their backs to maneuver it, lift it, push it. My only job, my ONE job, was to stand in the corner of the elevator with the finger of my choice pressed to the “open” button. Would you believe that while guy #2 is staggering into the elevator with the second half of my sectional (twice as tall as he is, by the way) strapped to his back and forehead like they do in National Geographic magazines, I am standing with my finger still on the elevator button, thinking - Man, I’m tired. My forearm hurts.

I need to work out more. 

when coworkers sing..

I went karaoke-ing with some coworkers last night and it was SO. MUCH. FUN. There’s just something about the communal effort to get the words to Livin’ On A Prayer out as loudly as possible that brings people together. Wish I could post some pictures but I think some people would be very upset with me.

We went to a korean noraebang bar in Annandale, and got ourselves a private room with cushy leather couches and a laser light spinny thing that just won’t quit. Took us a good long while to figure out the controller, which has a million buttons, each of which is labeled in KOREAN. Omg, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time, the next one should be even better.

Highlight of the evening:
Kevin and unnamed mejicano: (in what is supposed to be Sweet Child O’ Mine) WOH OH OH… WOOOH OH OH..
Unnamed mejicano by himself: WOOOOHHHHHHHH
Robert: What is that screeching noise??

Actually, that was pretty much the whole night.

On a more serious note, please continue your prayers for Mark in North Carolina. He and his family could really use them.

IPOD

I got my birthday gift today - it is an IPOD!!! Not only that, it’s the best one, with color and photos! My baby is so damn good to me. How did I get so lucky? I’m afraid to take the plastic wrap off of it and start using it, because I’m worried my klutzy self will instantly accidentally toss it out the window or lose it in the garbage disposal or something. You think I’m being funny, but it’s happenned before.

My friend Dae took me out to dinner for my birthday tonight - korean bbq, so yum. Round after round of delicious meat, I was nearly comatose by the time I rolled on out of there. Rolled. It’s so funny how they give you a tiny piece of watermelon at the end of the meal, as if that balances the previous two hours of gluttony somehow. I guess in a way it does - end it all on a high note.. It was delicious Dae, thanks so much. The diet starts tomorrow, this time I mean it!

Ok, going to go look at my ipod in its shiny plastic wrap some more.

end of the fun :(

My birthday festivities are finally over. Sad :(

Friday night - the Nats lost (boo). RFK serves the saddest $4 hot dogs I have ever had at any stadium ever. But we had awesome seats, they gave us free six-pack cooler bags when we arrived, and the mascot (an eagle) is hiLARious looking.. like a gigantic retarded eagle-colored chickadee waddling around. A really good time. Afterwards we were stinky and still dressed like hobos, so we went to a bar called The Ugly Mug, on Barracks Row - lots of great 80s music and military men dressed in tight black tee shirts and pressed khaki pants - yum, a perfect place to end the night.

Saturday night - Kevin put together a great get-together at Bourbon, a restaurant/bar on the Maryland side of DC. Saw a lot of great friends, including my college roommates (my favoritest people ever), and just had a good ole time talking to everyone. I did NOT order a bourbon, but did sample everyone else’s and find that I don’t like it all that much :(  At some point during the night I think I may have agreed to go white water rafting with said college roommates - potentially a very bad idea since my head is made of lead and my body is powerless to stop it from sinking. Thank you everyone for coming out to spend some time with me! The night was perfect, and I am so so lucky.

You think you’re too cool for school but I got a newsflash for you Walter Cronkite…………… you aren’t.
-Zoolander

and the beat goes on

Just got back from a birthday luncheon thrown by my very fun and very generous co-workers (thanks guys!) Totally yum but I am STUFFED. Thanks for putting that together, Eleanor.. and for surprising me with my Kevin :) It sounds like the beginning of a joke though - so a filipina, a venezuelan, a colombian, a vietnamese, a puerto rican, an irish german (or a german irish), a chinese, and a spanish/mexican/kansas hybrid walk into a bar…

Last night, Kevin took me to Zola’s downtown for a veeery swanky and delicious dinner. Not to be too much of a country bumpkin, but they gave us black napkins for our laps and matching black cocktail napkins for our drinks (instead of the white stuff everyone else was using), because they noticed we were wearing dark clothing and didn’t want to lint up our clothing. It’s a detail that impressed me. Everything was delicious, Kevin’s dessert was really interesting - a flight of single malt butterscotches, a 15 yr old, a 20 yr old, and a 25 yr old. Or something like that, I don’t remember the ages. It was really tasty. I had a chocolate bombe, which I pronounced bom-bay and gave our waiter the giggles. The entire meal took about three hours, with the waitstaff taking pains to not rush us through it - I absolutely loved every minute of it, the food, the talking, the laughing. I did, however, get very very sleepy the moment I stepped out of the restaurant - is that why people drink coffee after a rich meal?

Tonight he is taking me to a Nats game so we can watch them trounce the Padres. The Nats’ record at home is 34-19, so I’m counting on a win! Either way, an extra large hot dog and a lemonade will help me get over whatever the score is.