Monday, January 28, 2008
"!"
It has come to my attention recently that I use way to many "!"'s in my emails to my friends. For some reason, I put them at the end of every sentence! Really! Am I sincerely all that excited to share the details of my lame weekend? Or am I just trying to spice it up with a little exclamation mark to make it seem more exciting? Either way, I'm on the path to recovery. I'm making a conscience effort to cut down on the punctuation abuse. From now on, it's periods only baby! (oops).
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Happy New Year Suckas!!
Since the retirment of Dear Brutal Truth, I feel like I should have plenty of time to write at least a daily entry into this blog. Also, the addition of the writer's strike SHOULD decrease my tv watching time, but the opposite has happened. I've been sucked into some of the worst TV ever (The Millionaire Matchmaker, Bruno vs. Carrie: Dancewar, Housewives of OC, must I go on??). Now I'm embarrassed, oh well.
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We're now almost a month into 2008, and what do I have to show for it? Well, I started off the year passed out by 1:30 am. I'm pretty sure I was roofied, because 5 glasses of wine shouldn't be enough to knock me out. Or maybe it was the lack of food? No matter - the end result was the same, and I'm hoping that wasn't too terrible of an omen for the new year.
Following that stellar performance of my drinking prowess followed another weekend of, none other than, more drinking (so far 2008 is showing a nice little pattern here). My fab friends from DC rolled in to visit and I think we did it up right. Drinks all day Friday, drinks all night Friday, drinks all day Saturday ($5 bottomless mimosas - how could you resist?) followed by a trip to the club of the ugliest people ever (if you live in Austin, the bar was "Qua"). This place was awful for two big reasons:
1. They have a shark tank for a dance floor. What this means is that there is some heavy-duty plexi glass over a pool of sharks that drunk people dance on. These poor sharks are subjected to some bad booty music AND some large people dancing over them. It's just wrong.
2. This club tries to be swanky, and it kinda works. What brings it down is the crowd. If you're older than 40, go to Qua. If you weigh more than 300 lbs, go to Qua. If your church group is looking for a place to party, definitely go to Qua.
I think it's time for me to go into detox.....right after I finish this bottle of wine.....
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We're now almost a month into 2008, and what do I have to show for it? Well, I started off the year passed out by 1:30 am. I'm pretty sure I was roofied, because 5 glasses of wine shouldn't be enough to knock me out. Or maybe it was the lack of food? No matter - the end result was the same, and I'm hoping that wasn't too terrible of an omen for the new year.
Following that stellar performance of my drinking prowess followed another weekend of, none other than, more drinking (so far 2008 is showing a nice little pattern here). My fab friends from DC rolled in to visit and I think we did it up right. Drinks all day Friday, drinks all night Friday, drinks all day Saturday ($5 bottomless mimosas - how could you resist?) followed by a trip to the club of the ugliest people ever (if you live in Austin, the bar was "Qua"). This place was awful for two big reasons:
1. They have a shark tank for a dance floor. What this means is that there is some heavy-duty plexi glass over a pool of sharks that drunk people dance on. These poor sharks are subjected to some bad booty music AND some large people dancing over them. It's just wrong.
2. This club tries to be swanky, and it kinda works. What brings it down is the crowd. If you're older than 40, go to Qua. If you weigh more than 300 lbs, go to Qua. If your church group is looking for a place to party, definitely go to Qua.
I think it's time for me to go into detox.....right after I finish this bottle of wine.....
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