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Random "Catch You Up on My Life" Crap

I haven't posted much around here lately except for quick posts, so here's one of those massive, rambling posts that I'm so prone to do.

Last Friday was Mike's birthday party, a little get together and his and Christine's house. In attendance were Emily, KW, Elaine, Kenny, Edge, Sherry, Lawrence, Jelly (Edge and Sherry's daughter), Chelsey, and Brian.

Even though we were celebrating Mike's birthday, he and Christine had some gifts left over from both Christmas and my birthday, so I got presents too.

Among the swag (which included a beautiful Old World Christmas fish ornament and a handmade pair of earrings) was a bottle of Del Sol nail polish in Shooting Star. The funny thing is, Mac had just blogged about the same polish, so I was planning on buying some, including Shooting Star, and it was already in my cart.

Let me tell you, this polish is now my new favorite thing. I was amazed at how quickly it changes color and how radically different it looks. I frequently walk outside just to watch my nails change (I know; I'm a dork). One of my trips outside included me taking my cameraphone along, so you can see a before picture and an after picture. Forgive the poor quality. I am incapable of taking a non-blurry cameraphone picture with one hand.

I became the official bartender of the evening since I had brought over a large bottle of vodka and both apple and raspberry infusions to make my famous Blue Sour Raspberry Apple martinis.

Somehow we ended up talking about the copy of Trivial Pursuit Pop Culture DVD Game that Christine and I had bought at Wal-Mart one time, which commenced the drunking boasting of trivia prowess. We split into two teams - boys vs. girls - and got down to it.

Around 3:00 am, after going back and forth on getting to the middle and missing the final question, a sudden death question was proposed. The girls got a hard one (though I can't remember what it was) and the boys got the easiest question ever: Which civilian convinced Hummer to start selling their products commercially? (Arnold Schwarzenegger. Duh.) Technically, they won the game, but I'm not counting it since it was not a full game. I do believe that I also answered the most questions individually, so I am not relinquishing my title of Fount of Useless Information.

The next night it was down to midtown for drinks and dancing with girlfriends. Lots of fun, but my knees are still hurting since, when I'm drunk, I think I can dance like a crazy woman (or possibly a stripper) and do that thing where you lower yourself all the way down repeatedly. I must remember that I am now thirty and old and quit doing that shit.

I was reminded yesterday that I am indeed old by my chiropractor's assistant. She's in high school and her prom is today. I asked her if she was going to Project Prom (they lock you in the high school and have lots of fun, games, and food to keep kids from getting drunk and/or impregnating each other) and she said that it wasn't at the school, but at some place in Conroe, so her and her friends were doing something else. I mentioned that my Project Prom was one of the first (I think it was the third one) and she was all like, "Wow? Really."

Damn, I'm old. No wonder I have to see a chiropractor. At least I got a wonderful little mini deep tissue massage on my neck and shoulder muscles. Soooooo worth the $20 co-pay.

I've got other shit to ramble on about, but since it's already 4:00 am, I guess I'll end this now and continue later. Night, all!

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Comments

**yawn** Morning...glad to see I am not the only crazy one blogging in the wee hours of the morning.

Love the nail polish!!!!! Sounds like the party was a lot of fun...sorry we missed it!

.: MishMish said on April 16, 2005 05:03 AM :: link it :.

Thats some cool Nail Polish! Hope to see it on you! Glad you hade fun!
My cds are done gonna ship them this week!

Laters

.: Terry said on April 16, 2005 07:24 AM :: link it :.

ohhhh, cool nail polish! what fun!

Sounds like such a nice time, yay for good friends :)

.: kristine said on April 17, 2005 07:53 PM :: link it :.

Project Prom? Hmmm... must be a Texas thang. :-) I remember the prom.. gee has it already been 25 years??? Uh oh.. where's my Oil of Olay!

.: Pam said on April 18, 2005 04:35 PM :: link it :.

You're too early! Come back at April 16, 2005 03:56 AM to see this post.

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