What in the giggidity-giggidity-giggidity is going on here at Diaryland? I come here this morning to read over all 4 comments I got on that last entry and notice my images are not coming up. Those RED X's always make me the slightest bit queasy. I look at the upload page and now I am only at 65% of my limit instead of 75%. I went through old entries and I am missing over 50 images!
Most of the time, I upload an image and throw it away. How am I going to get all those back? Andrew says he is working on the server still. I guess it had a big old nasty blow up on Friday. If these images aren't restored soon, I am going to have to just break down and cry. An entry just isn't an entry without the tangy zip of Miracle Whip.
And here is Monday morning. Ah! Ain't it great to be alive? I got ALL BETTER just in time to be here today. Yes, I sniffled, sneezed and teared up all of Friday and and Saturday, but thank heavens I dried all up just in time to sit at this computer and be completely unproductive.
Is anyone else totally jealous of Grace's hair on Will & Grace? I laid there watching it last night, just thinking about going to Walgreen's and buying amber Feria and figuring out a way to make those luscious waves. See, I know how to curl my hair, a-duh, but how exactly do you make it perfectly wavy like that? I have a list of about 62 things I need to Google, so I'll have to add that to the list. Is anyone's else's hair falling out at an alarming rate? Does anyone else feel like they are going to be bald by the time they are 30?
Just me?
Ok.
So, let's get down to brass tacks.
Besides the sniffling/sneezing/watering that transpired this weekend, it was pretty gosh darn fun. Thanks to sis-tah! Sup Brooke? Be prepared to see some pretty scandalous pictures of yourself girl...
Friday night was aight. I dragged girl roommate out and met up with some of my boys. Dio joined up an hour later. It was a night chock full of margaritas, drunken groping, reefer and Taco Bell. You can't beat that!
Feeling sick from my two bean burritos the night before, I awoke on Saturday morning to snoring and apartment guests stomping up and down the hall. It pisses me off when I wake up on the weekend at the same time I usually wake up on weekdays. That can range anywhere from 7:15am to 8:10am. Saturday, I woke up at 8:00 on the dot. We started downloading ring tones because we are complete dorks, but Daddy interrupted our dorkdom by poking his head in and asking us to go to breakfast. Aw, how nice.
Until I realized we had to pay for his broke ass.
"Ooops, they don't take credit cards!"
Bite me, you free loading punk.
After laying around slowly draining my sinus cavities and watching a copious amount of VH1, my sister called to announce her arrival. Out of all the fabulous restaurants Chicago has to offer, we drove out to the burbs and had Red Lobster. But man, it was goooooo-ood!
We had pina coladas and margaritas the size of our upper torsos, and for my sister and I, that's a damn huge drink! Even though Red Lobster is to seafood what Steak 'N Shake is to a Porterhouse, it is still damn fine eatin'. And our waitress ended up being a girl Dio went to middle school with. Glad she's doing so well!
We made a stop at Walgreen's so I could get some Red Bull to accompany my vodka.
Back story: A few weeks before Valentine's Day, I saw the cutest, fluffiest puppy dog at Walgreen's. I picked it off the shelf and hugged it and squeezed it and loved it. It was $19.99. Worth every fluffy wuffy cent. Dio suggested he might get me it for V-Day. A day before the 14th, Dio was frantically looking at 7 different Walgreen's for this dog and not finding it at one. Procrastinator! That's what you get! Flash forward to Easter time... they bring these puppies back out for sale. I spot one Saturday night. Dio buys it for me.
I love him so much! His name is Puppy Wupperson and he gave me such a peaceful sleep, all cuddled under my chin last night. So, Puppy Wupperson, welcome to my exclusive group of bed inhabitants. Dio, Stewie Griffen, Glaucoma Bear and Buster the Pound Puppy welcome you. Fatty the Leopard is pissed because he is being moved to the closet. Sorry, I don't have room for you all. Nostalgia, fluffiness and size matters.
Tangent.
Anyway, we went back to my place and my sister started slugging back Lemon Drops, only with an orange, because that's all I had. We waited on Daddy and his crew of Merry Men to call us to meet them out.
The original plan was to go to Hydrate, a gay dance club. Dio wanted to hear what is being played there since their DJ is stellar. He is looking to get back into DJing at clubs, but feels pretty out of the loop. That was the ORIGINAL plan. We only ended up at Roscoe's and Sidetracks and did not quite make it as far as Hydrate. She was saddened to see all these beautiful men making out with each other. Brooke, welcome to the nightmare that was my summer. I am just blessed I found a man who likes hanging out at these clubs, but still wants to stick it to me at the end of the night.
The men were smitten with her. She shook her enormous maracas and made friends left and right.
Then she spun around, knocked over a recycling can and fell down. Priceless.
While on the ground, she made friends with a wooden Indian.
Then she tried to steal Dio away from me, and was almost successful. Her jugs are hypnotic.
So I had Daddy choke her.
It was a highly entertaining night. Nick from the last Road Rules was there, looking VERY hot in person, but shorter than I imagined. Apparently, he is good buddies with my friend Sean. I got a picture, but it didn't come out well at all. Will these Real World/Road Rules people ever leave me alone? Geez!
Being a devout Catholic (shah), Dio had to go celebrate Palm Sunday with his fam, so I spent it sitting on my ass, eating, and watching TV with my sister. And doing crossword puzzles. I am slowly becoming my mother.
Anyone else see the U2 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction? Bruce Springsteen sure can write a speech! That was awesome.
Random Fact Of The Day: If you are an average American, in your whole life, you will spend an average of 6 months waiting at red lights.