So, every weekday morning, I have a little ritual I like to think of as my "wake up seepy head!" dance. My alarm goes off at 7:16am. I immediately hit snooze and grab the alarm clock and put it under my pillow. I am usually facing right, so I turn over to my left and stretch. I instantly fall back asleep.
In those 9 minutes, I always manage to have some insanely complex dream that either makes me extremely happy or delves me into a deep depression.
This morning, the latter happened. And I can't even remember what it was about.
That alarm goes off again, this time, muffled by my pillow. I turn back over and hit the snooze right before I squint up at the clock on my cable box across the room. It reads 7:25. I moan.
The next nine minutes are a state of half-in and half-out of sleep. I can hear my roommates moving around, more often that not light years ahead of me in the getting ready and out the door department. I guess neither one of them has a back door they can sneak in like I do.
After the third alarm goes off, I moan more loudly and wonder if I really do need a shower or if my hair can get away with putting baby powder on my oily roots. Or if the skirt I was planning on wearing is nescessary. Or if looking nice is even necessary considering the fact I hide on my office all day.
At this point, it goes one of two ways. I either rouse myself from my satin sheeted slumber or I press snooze at least 3 more times. If I get up, I have a shot of looking halfway decent, but if I don't, it gets to be 8:20 and I have exactly 10 minutes to get ready and get my ass on the bus.
I have almost been here for two years and have just figured out no one really gives a fuck what time I show up. As long as I am in my office by the time one of my two bosses does their coffee run to the kitchen, I am cool.
Every day, I do this dance almost exactly the same. Snooze, roll, snooze, stretch, snooze, moan. I set my alarm early so I can enjoy my sweet, sweet snooze button. I am sure I am not alone in that.
So, I have been inspired on Sunday night by the fabulous videos playing at my local gay bar. They played Straight Up by Paula Abdul and Never Gonna Get It by En Vogue. It got me thinking about the early 90s... an era resplendent in mindless pop and baggy clothing. The early 90's were awesome, if you really think about it. In Living Color, MC Hammer, backpack purses, Joey Buttafuoco, Clueless, Nirvana, etc. From 1990-1995, I was in middle and high school. Instead of having to wear heels and short skirts, I got to don comfy flannels and ripped jeans. I loved the early 90s...
Holy shit! Why not have a early 90's theme party? EARLY 90's, because the late 90's were too recent for it to be fun. No Britney, no Blink 182, no Goo Goo Dolls, no new and un-improved Bon Jovi... just Zima, 90210, the Macarena, and Blossom, baby!
So I am thinking of doing this and going all out, sometime in early October. We have a lot fo work to do on the apartment including new furniture, deep cleaning and the installation of a tiki bar.
So, what is totally reminds you of the early 1990's? I need ideas here, people!
And for the anonymous person who wanted pictures... here...
I want to be in this play...
Random Fact Of The Day: One out of three women over the age of 45 pee when they sneeze.