October 05, 2004 - 4:24 PM

What Did You Learn From Your Birthday Weekend?

A few things I learned or realized this weekend:

-Apparently, I think that Nick, LDBL, and Mer are all really hot, because I proclaimed quite loudly in the car after several very strong drinks on my birthday that I was going to make out with every one of them.

-I'm prone to making loud pronouncements when I'm in the car and drunk. And letting people know that I am drunk. To wit: "You don't even KNOW what Drunk IS!" at 120 decibels.

-Going to a party where you don't know anyone and it's really dimly lit and very hot and you're still kinda woozy from too many drinks the night before = bad.

-Going to a party where you don't know anyone and it's fluorescently lit and kinda hot and it ends up being at an arcade and you get to play video games for hours for FREE and they also have apple pie and chocolate cake = AWESOME!

-Dance Dance Revolution is NOT something that you laugh about and make fun of because those wacky Japanese have strange cultural fascinations. Those asians know where it's at. DDR rocks my butt. And your butt. And your cat's butt.

-Nick's coworkers will always be at whatever Dodgers game we choose to go to.

-Flaming Dr. Peppers will kill you if not drunk properly. I did not drink mine properly.

-The people who really care about me call me on my birthday. That includes my parents who sang "Happy Birthday" to me in harmony; my cousin Ros, who was on the train with a brain maxed out of information in NY; and my friend Y, who was on the train on her way to DC (and who thought of me when she saw Sam Waterston and Elisabeth Rohm near her apartment filming Law and Order because somehow she equates celebrities with me).

-People not included on that list are my brother and my sister, who called me on Saturday. Mark gets an exemption, even though he called me on Saturday, because he wanted to call me on Friday, but he knew that I was going to the game and didn't want to bug me during my night out.

-Fine, fine, Soph tried to call me while I was at the game, but reception is non-existant there, or something, and she got denied access to me. My sister kept getting the phone message that "This verizon customer is not reachable," which is strange considering I'm a T-Mobile customer. It seems that, when I'm at Dodger Stadium, I switch over from being a Catherine Zeta whore to being a James Earle Jones bitch.

-I'm confused why some of you readers won't sign up for my notification list. WHY WON'T YOU SIGN UP?! Sometimes my notify emails are funnier than my actual entries. Sometimes.

-Baseball can provide skin-tingling stories straight out of fairytale books such as the second-to-last-day and last-day, playoff-spot clinching wins by the Dodgers, Angels, and Astros.

-Baseball fans can provide bile-inducing reactions from their idiotic behavior such as chanting "Barry sucks" and individually yelling variations on that epithet to Barry Bonds, who is the best ballplayer of this generation, and probably one of the best of all time. Being an anonymous voice in a crowd of thousands, having the courage to voice your opinions- that really makes you a shining example of humanity, jackasses. (sprinkle some quotation marks liberally throughout that last sentence at your own discretion)

-The lowliest paid player on a major league baseball team makes more than the most powerful guy on the planet (POTUS).

Now Listening To : Heather Nova-South
Random Thought : We're a month away from elections. My first time voting. Wooo.

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