Her name was Lola, she was a showgirl ...

Hoorah for me!

I'm getting a puppy! Christen said I could! ... he made me wait all weekend for his decision, but whatever. More later, and pictures to follow when I get her (Christen said it couldn't be today because we've got dinner plans tonight) but I'm running late for work, of course.

Oh, and I had a dream that I was stabbed in the back by my mother and left for dead outside some writer's house and he started taking care of me. My back hurt when I woke up. It was very odd.

Okay, now I really have to go! Toodles for now!

The brother ...

The brother and I spent the evening together. Things discussed over dinner:

-- wierd mispellings -- "jester" instead of "gesture"
-- "patients" instead of "patience"
-- midgets dancing on the boardroom table
-- The Kitten Club: Now Open -- All positions
-- different lusts that get people to my blog
-- meeting authors and directors before they die
-- the prevelance of suicide among people we actually like instead of those whom we wish would just die
-- people we hate in common (can we say Will Farrell, anyone?)
-- ordering chicken wings in an Italian restaurant
-- penises with googly eyes
-- search terms (try explaining a Houdini penis cage to a 15-year old)
-- Terry Gilliam
-- The nerdy guy on Road Trip and his knobby nose

Woah Nelly! (No, not the singer)

Hey, just a quickie (hehe) --- I was looking at my site meter and it seems that St. Pete Times has listed me as a local blogger on their Web site as a " Local bookworm and geocacher blogging on things in general." I didn't even know they did that, but I have hits from the site. Isn't that cool? I know I didn't email them to add me to their directory. I'm, like, totally psyched, yo." hehehe.

Bachelorettes and my first time.

This weekend was the lingerie party. I'll let the pictures speak for themself. The whole weekend was a blast (even when I was throwing up for the first time ever because of drinking too much and got kicked out of the club.) I had to take yesterday off to recover. :) I've got things to do tonight but if I end up with any additional time perhaps I'll recant a few tales.

A smattering from the penis party

So I lied and i can't get off my butt.

I think I'm not leaving for a little bit, and I don't really feel like doing the things I should be doing, like grocery shopping since I have nothing in the house (we emptied out the fridge before the trip so things wouldn't go bad and even though we've been home for a week neither of us has had the drive to do any of that stuff) or cleaning or ... well anything. So I'm blogging. Hoorah!
This week has seesawed between interesting and drab. Thursday night L, Christen and I were totally irresponsible and went out (woohoo!) for dinner at The Garden where I had a nice pasta and Christen a nice piece of chicken and L a divine porkchop, had too much wine and went to a cute little venue called The Bank. Evidently it used to be a bank and now does local music and art shows. It was quite empty but it was nice to get out, and I knew someone in one of the bands, whom I didn't know had a band but is totally the type, I suppose. At work he lounges and listens to his iPod all day (when he's not working, of course) and I had never heard him speak or seen him smile so for a bit I wasn't entirely sure it was him. L says the place fills up usually, so I'm sure we'll go back again. It was a neat little place.
Last night I spent some time recklessly shopping with Other April and Stacy from work, and had a marvelous time spending too much money (and giftcards). My objective was to buy lingerie for the bride-to-be for her shower this weekend, which I did, as well as getting myself a charming peach see-through negligee that was on clearance at Macy's (I've actually never owned a piece of lingerie, so I felt I needed it). I also got a jean skirt and a pretty lavender top at The Loft (I had a coupon!) and 2 pairs of shoes at the new DSW. I'll take pictures. :) I also got a pair of shoes for L because I know of her fondness for polka dotted shoes, and these are adorable. As a matter of fact, she may already own them but this way they don't disappear before she's able to get them. :)
I dropped by Target this morning to get pretty wrapping paper for Shea's gift (yes I know I could have done my grocery shopping while I was there, what's your point?) and found a divine roll of glittery ivory paper. I now have glitter all over my living room, but I maintain that it's worth it. The gift is so pretty! I adore a good wrap-job :)