I Don’t Know About You But…

The list below contains the words that I’ve had to add to my WordPress dictionary since I started this site in January. I don’t know about you but I see inspiration for a sweet porn script.

amirite
assvice
batshit
BFF’s
BJ
booze
Brickhouse
couve
cuntender
cuntiest
cunts
de-fucking-licious
douchey
edamame
favoritest
Febreze
Fishville
fuckers
Fuckton
hairballs
HHHT
Haaaaaaaaate
Krab
lady-massage
Motherfucking
neeeeeeed
OMFG
oooohhhh
pedicure
pepperochini
poki
pussies
Ragdolls
Randoms
Ruxin
Scentsy
Shany’s
shrooms
Slingblade
sluts
Spanx
Tanquerey
Tuaca
turdfest
vagina
wellish
WMFS/WMFS’s
Yoplait
Zumba

Unrelated

Apparently I can only be bothered to shave my left armpit these days, because I finally noticed that the right had gone rogue. That’s not awesome, and everyone should be aware the problem has been addressed.

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Did you know if you lose your driver’s license you can order a new one on-line? The resulting printout/receipt is bullshit unless you have an old drivers license to accompany it. You’re especially screwed if you’re old drivers license has your maiden name on it. Looks like we’ll be drinking at Shanahan’s exclusively until my replacement arrives.

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Did you know that some credit unions will let you wipe out your entire checking account by providing correct answers to specific questions, but they won’t issue a new debit card without current picture id?

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Unrelated: Who’s going with me to Mexico Friday?

 

How to Lose Your Mind In Three Easy Steps

  1. Lose wallet.
  2. Fall into wormhole of DMV vs. credit union vs. common fucking sense.
  3. Do this on the most cheese whiz of holidays.

I completely forgot that yesterday was Valentine’s Day until I hit Facebook late yesterday afternoon. For one, celebration of this holiday is usually avoided. We tried celebrating one year; WMFS made a whip ass lobster dinner that ended romantically  with The BFF calling because another friend had just been pulled over for DUI. We scrambled to find pants in order to rescue the friend if necessary and pick-up The BFF  at Charlie’s. Only to arrive and find he had also called his ex-girl friend, who seemed about as pleased as we were to find him 3 shots deep at the bar. Happy VD to us all!

The other time we acknowledged the holiday was to specifically not celebrate it as The BFF decided to have a poorly timed third date with a crazy he met on Match. Somehow this crazy convinced me to attend his soccer game with her because she didn’t want to look crazy sitting by herself. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t attending the soccer game, it was that she was already asking him to drive to Montana with her that made her certifiable. After the game, three of us headed to Charlie’s; guess who didn’t show up for the first hour of hell? The BFF. Instead WMFS and I sat there and listened to her ramble about how he could be the one and depending on where it goes she would move out of Portland and transfer to her company’s Vancouver location. The following month (cuckoo!). Although I have to give The BFF credit…we got her drunk, listened to the crazy and then he showed up, took her home and nailed her. Kinda brilliant.

Nothing can top those two Valentine’s day adventures so I see no reason to try. I stuffed my food hole with homemade Pho, wine, and Trazadone. And it was glorious.

I hope that however you chose to celebrate the holiday it was worth it!. Because let’s be honest, Valentine’s Day is actually about banging lonely sluts, or trading sappy cards and shiny bling for the elusive BJ. You’re always on one end of that transaction if you’re celebrating Valentine’s Day!

XOXOXO

I’m Alive! Mostly.

Holy shit you guys last week was insane. Monday I spent recovering from the Super Bowl, which mostly entailed lounging around watching more Black Ops and then finally dragging it to Shanahan’s for food around 3:00 pm. I’m high-class people.

I am so glad I took Monday off, but not for the original reason of damage control, oh no, I am so glad I had the day off because the rest of the week was an awesomely awesome ass kicking thanks to what I affectionately refer to as our Company Love In. The Company Love In was a 3 day meeting spread over 4 days that included a lot of idea sharing and warm fuzzy togetherness. Wednesday was casino night so brilliantly I asked the Go to Girls to meet in the hotel bar so I could bounce back and forth between HHHT and work shenanigans. And although I didn’t contribute much to the answers that night, I think my contribution of some delicious eye candy in the form of a couple single coworkers bought me a pass for the week. Thursday was my contribution to the love in, The Talent(less) Show. People! This show rocked like I had no fucking idea it would. It came together so well, the talent was hysterical and genuine and just fucking awesome. My master of ceremonies can do no wrong in my eyes at the moment, he was amazing, and totally born to play that part.  People are talking about the next one, but there is no way to follow that show up with another one so for next year I’ll have to have something completely different but equally awesome. The wheels are turning and will be greased repeatedly with wine until the best idea ever is concocted.

I followed that up with a Friday night at Shanahan’s and a spur of the moment trip to a strip club with a cast of characters that probably didn’t belong in a strip club.  We had one person that is on the fence about strip clubs because her boyfriends ex was a stripper. Yes I said ex, as in before he knew her. But to hear her talk about it, you’d think he dated a stripper to intentionally cause problems in a future relationship he had no clue would exist. Add to that we had an employer taking her 21-year-old assistant out. You can see where this is going, we’ve got fresh meat for the boys, a possible couples argument, and definitely a sexual harassment lawsuit. Man, do we know how to have fun!

Saturday was even more random with a stop at Main Event for dinner and then an impromptu meeting with The BFF’s cousins. People we went to Oscars and I will never again give that place another dollar. The bartenders are the cuntiest cunts I’ve ever come across and the owner has the decency of a child molester. I got kicked out for trying to pay my tab, I’m not even kidding. A member of our entourage got x-ed and escorted out. WMFS asked for our tab, 10 minutes later we still don’t have it and so I ask for it. The cuntenders are seriously just standing their talking to each other. I said excuse me we need our tab and the 1st cuntender responded with “I GOT FIREBALL SPLASHED IN MY EYES!” with flailing arms and all sorts of drama. I responded “Why is that stopping her from pushing buttons and getting me my tab?” Immediately they were both signaling to the bouncers that I was to be kicked out. I’m still not speaking to WMFS because his dumb ass tipped them more than he tips our regular awesome bartenders in an asinine attempt to smooth things over. We were already kicked out? How was that going to help? Arrrggggg!

We walked to Irish Town for another round, headed to Shari’s for some food and then called a cab. The last time I had my wallet was in the cab. I’m still waiting to hear back…I’ve called three times and the one person that can get into the safe hasn’t shown up for work yet. The dispatcher has been really nice but I’m not impress with the fact that someone with the ability to do shit for a customer isn’t available. Garrrrrrhhhh!

Edited to add: My wallet is gone. This is officially the shittiest Monday in a very long time.

My Weekend in Six Hundred+ Words

Well you guys, I didn’t forget how to drink while abstaining in January. I believe I killed all but two brain cells this weekend and they are apparently still a tad tipsy because I cannot recall for the life of me what we did Friday night. I know there was alcohol involved and that I did not sleep at home, but the details on how that came to be completely escape me right now.

Saturday we went to the Seafood & Wine Festival. Do not let the name fool you, the seafood portion of the festival is incredibly lacking. The best food vendor by far is Canby Asparagus Farm. Their tamales are legendary. Their tamales are not seafood. However, what the Seafood & Wine Fest lacks in food from any water source, it makes up for in wine and random vendors that have no business being at a festival of this nature. Examples: Amazing Siding and Windows and Scentsy. I know people get drunk and buy stupid shit (I got a new hat!) so Scentsy kind of makes sense, but I have never once gotten wasted and thought “You know what we need? Some fucking siding!” I hope I never do.

I made a deal that if I didn’t have to drive to Portland I would navigate us home, therefore I only enjoyed two glasses of wine. And while this may seem a little sad seeing as how it was a festival about wine, I also didn’t fall and I wasn’t the one to shout a little too loudly in the vicinity of a non-pregnant woman “no way that one is pregnant!” so at least there was a silver lining.

I then navigated us straight to Club 205. OHMYGOD I just remembered what we did Friday!! Jesus. More on that later.

So anyway, Club 205, I did too many shots, received a lap dance and then poured the four of us in a cab. Good times! At what was to be our final destination, The Instigator decided that he and WMFS were nowhere near done for the night so they took another cab out to downtown Vancouver. The Instigator got cut off at Main Event by a rogue bouncer with a power trip and a Sharpie. I’m so sorry I missed that.

So back to Friday! I remember! We went to Tom’s Pizza and I had my first Tanquerey and Tonic of the year. It was so good I had 2 more and followed those up with 2 doubles at Shanahan’s. Needless to say, I didn’t drive home. Instead we headed to The BFF’s so the boys could play Black Ops. On the way there we learned that a Volvo S40 can do 110-115 miles an hour and you barely even notice! Amazing!

Note to anyone that may ever drive me and WMFS home: Let WMFS ride shotgun. He’ll give you wise advice such as, “maybe doing 110 down SR-14 isn’t a great idea right now”. I on the other hand will screech at you “LET’S JUMP IT!”

As you can imagine I felt awesome on Saturday morning.

Sunday was obviously the Super Bowl Party. I had barely made it in the door at 2:00 before I was handed a shot of whipped vodka. I finally stopped drinking and passed out around 4:00 am.

I think we finally made it to Shany’s for food around 2 Monday afternoon. Oh the conversations we have hung over/getting re-buzzed. A few of my favorites:

He’d keel over while putting and I’d choke on his tongue while trying to resuscitate him.

Thank god they only give vaginas to people qualified to operate one. If you had one you’d stuff everything in there. No I do not look at random objects and wonder if I should put it in my vag or not.

New holiday! The day after Super Bowl will now be known as Vagina Stuffing Day!

I hope you all enjoyed your weekend and had a great Vagina Stuffing Day!

Someone Please Stage an Intervention

Look, I need some serious help. I had cold gin and vodka as well as wine at my disposal last night and I… um, well…the first step is admitting you have a problem right?

OK, here goes.

I didn’t drink any of it.

I KNOW! I DON’T EVEN KNOW ME EITHER!!!

Thirty-one days without an adult beverage. The first thirty made me want to junk-punch newborn babies, but yesterday was a whole new hell; it was voluntary. It was wrong.

Truth be told, I’m intimidated by the hang over that I am all but guaranteed when that first drink hits my lips. My head is actually throbbing just thinking about it. Speaking of headaches; I took ibuprofen exactly once in January. Not only did Shanahan’s loose a chunk of revenue, so did Pfizer. It is clearly my obligation to society to get off this damned wagon and do my part to stimulate the economy again via gin and over the counter pain relief!

So tonight at Happy Hour Hot Topics, I’m taking the first step in my (and the economy’s) recovery. Who’s with me? Who is going to come out tonight and hold my hand? And possibly my hair.

Days Twenty-seven Through Thirty

THAT’S RIGHT FUCKERS! TODAY is Day 30. And if I sound smug, I fucking deserve to. YOU did not give up alcohol (or anything for that matter) for 30 days. And no the fact that you haven’t had sex in 30+ days doesn’t count. You didn’t give up sex,  you gave up on yourself. Look at you. Seriously. Get your shit together.

Anyway, yes I made it all 30 damned days. This last weekend was the toughest. Friday we went bowling and then I watched the boys kill zombies and suck at COD Black Ops. Saturday, we went to Ground Kontrol where I sucked at Dig Dug. Repeatedly. If you have not been to Ground Kontrol,  you need to know  your life pretty much sucks. Arcade games + beer + DJ + contact high from the hippies = AWESOME.

Ground Kontrol’s permanent site is being remodeled so they are temporarily around the corner right across the street from Caberet. Naturally we had to drop in. People, there is a reason you are shit-faced when you go into a tittie bar. Oh my lord. Someone either did a Charlie Sheen amount of coke in the ladies or decided to attempt her own abortion. Either way someone was down a few pints and probably in need of some medical attention. Also, because the bathroom is so fucked-up, the talent just plops their bare asses down on a stool at the bar to shimmy back into their slut wear, since balancing on those shoes, clutching your bag of ones and coke, while slamming your drink is obviously much too complicated without a chair for support. It was the most surreal strip club experience ever and I’ve been kicked out of the Dancin’ Bare sober so you know that’s saying something. After all of that, a local Taco Bell was relieved of a party pack and more zombies had their heads blown off.

Was the 30 Days worth it? Fuck no, single dumbest thing I’ve ever agreed to in my life, especially since the original instigator of this whole endeavor folded like a house of cards and the another never ever tried.  Ladies, you know who you are.

That having been said, I have some difficult decisions to make. Where are we going tomorrow to end this bullshit the right way, and what will my first drink be? I’m taking suggestions!