Bloody Mary.

My old friend Meagan came into town.
She is such a breath of fresh air.
I met her new boy friend.
Interesting guy.
Into theater directing.
Ate at Lebanon's.
Very good, but not what I thought it would be.
I had lamb on a giant bed of hummus.

Then first staff meeting.
That seemed to go well,
aside from my idiotic self messing up the time.
I like the programs they are coming up with!
Mardi Gras story telling,
Safer Sex in the City,
Pancake Breakfast,
Cooking class!
Go IRBY!

Afterward I met up with Meagan for some drinks.
Ended up at St. Joe's on Magazine Street.
I was told it was sketchy,
but really it was fine.
Affordable drinks.
Very strong drinks.
One rum and diet and I had to switch.
So I tried a bloody mary.
A-M-A-Z-I-N-G-!

My new love.
and they made it with green beans.
Lots o-fun.
Then we played Catch Phrase before passing out.
Great night!

Today it is raining and pouring.
It is freezing and miserable.
Yay!
Potluck dinner tonight.

Also...found these online.
Made me happy!




Whoopi.

Close up.

Jessica Biel as Pocahontas? Look at her legs though! Damn.

Close ups!

Fun Times.

Thank you MLK.
What a wonderful day off.
One on One with Brooke.
No major news to report.
Red beans and rice for lunch.
Yummmmm-o.

Then racquet ball with Chris for an hour.
The eliptical.
A two hour nap.
Dinner at Byblos
and a full ABC line up

No complaints here.

Here is some fun.
I like Ashlee Simpson in an odd way.

New Job.

Wow am I busy.
I feel it is generally going very well.
I've had a lot of positive feedback.
Now I need a hot shower
and some relaxation time before tomorrow's big staff meeting.

Here is a picture to entertain the masses,
courtesy of my baby sister.
How very 13 years old you might say.

Cinderella's fault.

The female curse,
by which I mean shoe shopping,
all began with Cinderella (that skinny bitch).
Her poor sisters couldn't fit into that slipper,
and by slipper I mean four inch hooker heel.
Ofcourse, all that Prince Charming wanted was a tiny little blonde to fit into a ridiculous shoe (which I suspect caused blisters).


I went to DSW...the mecca of shoe shopping within four miles of my house in search of a pair of shoes to wear at my interview.
Pair after pair of cute,
yet highly uncomfortable and unrealistic shoes.
Have we lost our minds?
It is a proven fact that aesthetics have taken presedence over substance.
However, why the torture?
There must be a balance between the two!
Below is a very informative chart about the effects of high heels.


I found a cute pair of hush puppies that were very comfortable.
Maybe a little old-lady-esque,
but I've been acting more and more like an old lady these days anyway.
Viva la vieja!


Went to Targette,
picked up electronic Catch Phrase.
Now I need to step up and force my RAs to bond.
I've been promoted, incidentily at the time I gave up caring.
Hmm...new life plan?