so i hate snow. sitting home alone on a friday night sucks.

I've played my game till i got sick... now I'm bored. i really want to play ddr, but i'm sure my neighbors downstairs would hate me. so that'll have to wait till the morning or something. dammit. bored.

sometimes when i'm at work i open up my webpage and stare at my kitchen.

i wish i was there.

so last night on the way home from work i had to stop and get oil for my car. (this is my car's curse: now that it's old it somehow leaks oil when i drive but not when it's parked... i dunno). so i pull into mobil and run in and grab a bottle of 5w-30 (the proper grade for cold weather for my car... i checked) and a funnell and i go out and pry open the hood of my car (yeah, it was frozen shut, that sucked) and i screw off the oil cap and i try and open the bottle of oil. but i couldn't do it. i just didn't have the arm strength or whatever to unscrew the cap of the bottle. so i look around and i go up to the nearest person pumping gas to ask him if he'll help me out. So he takes the bottle and says, "whatchya got here, oil? 5w-30... is that the grade you want?" and i'm like, yeah, then he unscrews it and asks me if i know where it goes, and i'm like yeah, dude, thanks. (well, actually, i was really super polite to him and gave him my best politelittlegirl "thank you sir" and went back to my car). Ok, I did have to ask the guy for help, but what about me screams that I'm an idiot? I mean, the only reason why i needed help was becase i didn't have the physical strength to unscrew the cap. that doesn't mean that i'm stupid as well. "oh, gee, sir... could you please show me where the oil goes? i was going to put it in the gas tank..." whatever.

so i think today's going to be a long day...

i don't have much work to do this morning, so i'll probaby be really bored and feel every minute that passes. blech. already i feel like i've been here for hours and it's only been one. suck.

the weather's going to be really sucky today. i hate winter. especially in albany. you know, you'd think that people who live in the northeast would get a clue and just follow the parking rules for during/after snow storms. but people are tools and they park wherever they want and it just creates so many problems. the dumbasses on my street park on both sides, and there are at least 3 cars out there that have broken mirrors. dumbasses.

anywayso. i hate snow. i'm bored at work. i want to go home and play Kingdom Hearts. awesome game.

so i forgot to mention the most "exciting" part of new year's... while we were standing at the bar some annoying kid walks up and gets between us to order a drink. but first he says something on how he thinks the bartenders are gay or something (i really don't know where he was going with that). he yells at the grumpy bartender to get his attention and says he wants another coors light (or whatever crappy beer he had in his hand). the grumpy bartender asked the kid why he was yelling at him, and the kid said that he was just trying to get his attention. then the kid says that he wants another beer again and the bartender says, "you've got one in your hand, who's this one for?" and the kid looks at becky and leans towards her and says "it's for my lady friend here" and the bartender says "she's got one" and the kid said something else and the bartender suddenly grabs his beer and rips it from him and yells "that's it! you're done drinking here" and throws him out of the bar and calls the cops. It was hella, hella scary because the kid was right between beck and me and we thought that the grumpy bartender then thought the kid was with us. in fact, later on he asked beck if we knew that kid and beck said "no, sir." (please don't throw us out of the bar!). yeah, so it was scary. I've never seen anyone get thrown out of a bar before...

so apparently women in thailand are so concerned about their breast size that the government is training special dancers to go out and teach women how to dance to "boost their bust lines" using "bosom-firming dance techniques". one can only imagine what those dances look like...

soyesterday beck bought a new phone. It's a Motorola T720 and it's very cute. So now we both have small cute color phones...

our next step is matching smalldogs. (chihuahua, small dog)

we both like pugs (Frank from MIB) and dachshounds. i think i'm going to move when my lease is up because although i love my apartment, i hate being stuck down in albany and it's so inconvenient to get to the highways (i've been spoiled living in clifton park). anywayso, when i move, i'm going to look for an apartment that allows smalldogs. and then i'll get a pug.

so i had a decent new year's. Beck and I went to the Macaroni Grill. We've decided that it might become our tradition, because we went last year (although last year we had timtheass with us). So our tradition will be this: go to the Macaroni Grill without calling ahead and take a chance with the pager... decide that an hour and 45 minutes is too long to wait, and scout out the tables at the bar area. Grab one of those as soon as they become available and happily eat our food while everyone else still waits for a table "inside."

soyeah. Beck forgot to bring her ID home with her and so we weren't sure how we were going to get her served. She called home, but there wasn't even a paper license to be found. So while she sat in the waiting area, I went up to the bar and ordered us both drinks. Luckily, they didn't give me issue. So when we got our bonus table in the bar area later, the waitress just brought beck another one when she was out. I drank Bellinis, because they're a specialty drink there and they're good (champagne and white wine and peach...) but it's been a while since I drank a mixed drink, and the two of them along with a lot of italian food got me pretty ill feeling by the end of dinner... I should've just stuck with the guinness...

After dinner we decided to head up to the parting glass. since beck didn't have her ID, we weren't going to be able to get into any of the clubs in Albany, and we figured that since I knew a bartender at the parting glass we could get served there. So we got up there and it was packed. I don't know who was playing, but they were pretty good, they played a bunch of elvis type songs. we went immediately to the dart room, and luckily the old guy bartender (who's whose name is Matt, and he's pretty grumpy all the time) ignored us as usual and so Keith got us our Guinness. It was really smokey in there, and so Beck and I both started to feel ill. We stood at the bar and consumed our drinks and watched the fools to our left keep trying to trick everybody into thinking it was new years (they kept shouting a countdown... they did fool some people on the other side of the room once). one of the guys in this group had a bottle of champagne that he'd started to uncorck, but didn't finish and he kept shoving it down his pants. how odd. beck and i decided that it would be hilarious if it went off in his pants. it didn't though. there were these annoying guys who came up to us and told us that most girls don't drink Guinness, they don't have the stomach for it, and it requires special breeding. Beck said, "yeah, well, we're irish" and then we ignored him. He and his dork friend stood behind us and talked loudly about everything they knew about Guinness and said that their New York accents didn't work for them here and that they were going to go back to Texas and shoot guns naked or something like that. We really attract weirdos sometimes...

Anyway, so we hung around till midnight and pretty much left right after that. There were fireworks outside, and when we walked out of the parting glass we had the perfect vantage point. The fireworks were pretty (but not as good as the ones that we saw at halfmoon day a few months back), but it was cold outside and i was so happy to be heading back to the car right after they were done. We just went straight home then. Not a very exciting or eventful new year's, but not terrible. Neither of us were really up to partying because of our colds, and there wasn't anyone around to party with anyways...

so how annoying is this? i didn't take a lunch, so i was going to leave early, at 4, cause my supervisor said that was ok. then my boss walks up to my department and says, hey if you guys want to get out of here early, you can just leave at 4. ew. i was robbed!

if i had a spare $99 i'd totally be at the desmond tonight to see hair of the dog. that would be my perfect new years. that would rock immensely, actually. dammit.

i guess i'll have to be happy with staying in and having chinese new year with beck and dancing around in my living room to them. probably will be a good time...

but it really pales in comparision to seeing them live...

after the parting glass

well. we were very drunk.

i've got all sorts of UDBs (Unidentified Drinking Bruises - Beck's Tara Anne Pleat's term): there's a bump on the back of my head, two bruises on my shoulders (one on the top of each shoulder), and one on my right knee. What really kind of concerns me is my shoulders: what could I have possibly done that gave me a nasty bruise on the top of each shoulder?

but it was a good night altogether. :)

saturday at the parting glass

so we were back at the parting glass saturday night. we arrived early, around 9 and got a dart board in the dartroom that was close to the door to the performance area. The place was packed... Neary showed Beck how to play darts, and they played for a while (Beck started off by getting a bullseye, but then it went a little downhill... most likely due to the alcohol). Sean Brimhall showed up and then Alex and his friend Dave got there. The music started and the guinness was flowing, and all was good with the world :) We could hear the music pretty well, and even though we weren't in the performance room we participated in the audience portions of the music. During "Black Velvet Band" we'd yell out "Diamonds!" and "And she was!" even if we were in the middle of a conversation. So, it went something like this: "Yeah, I was going to go down there (AND SHE WAS!) but then I decided not to..." Very funny.

we were getting pretty hella drunk (well, at least beck and i were) and so we decided that we needed french fries and gravy. you know, when you're drunk, french fries and gravy sound like the best thing in the world, and when you get them, they taste like steak. soyeah. we chowed down for a bit, then beck and i took a trip to the bathroom, and when we got back there were two fries left. beck ate one, and the last one was coated in the gravy. so brimhall hands me this fork, and i'm about to stick it in the fry when i think, "where did this fork come from?" and so i asked him if it was used and he said no, that it had been sitting there the whole time, and that was a good enough answer for me at the time, so i dug in. but thinking on it now, where had that fork been sitting? that's kinda a little gross. i bet it was on the glass case that we had our beers on, and that's a bit scummy. ah well, didn't kill me...

so we abandoned our board and congregated by the door to the performance room so that we could see the show. We participated in the "Barley Mow" (a song in which you have to consume an entire pint of Guinness during it) and Rick, the singer said that he was getting a lot of participation from our side of the room but "dick" from the other side. We cheered, and thought it was great that we were better participators and we didn't pay cover. After the Barley Mow, I was pretty much just extremely ass drunk. They played "Tim Finnigan's Wake", another song that you particpate in, and it was awesome. The singer for that song, John, sang the first line, and everyone in the room cheered so loud and so long, he sang it again. Rock. Very awesome show. They played "All of the Hard Days are Gone" and "I Used to Work in Chicago" because I think there might have been a riot if they didn't, and at the very end the big guy, Mike, who has the most awesome voice, sang "The Parting Glass." Incredible show :) The only thing missing was Beck and I didn't hear them play "Me and Julio" (Neary said they played it during the first set, but I don't remember that at all). Soyeah. Every time I see them, I can't wait to see them again. They rock. They're playing Saturday at McGeary's and I want to go so bad... I think I've decided that I'm definately going, but I just need to find at least one other person to go with me.... any takers?

soyeah. we left after the show. I ran into Keith, who was really busy that night, but i still kind of felt like he was ignoring me again (whatever) and he asked if we were leaving. I said, yes, and he said he'd try and call me this week if he wasn't to busy (blah blah blah) and i was like, ok, whatever, and then he asked me if i was ok (i guess i must've looked like i was going to fall over or something) and i said, "i'm really really drunk" and i smiled and he laughed and i turned around and left. I dunno. I guess he doesn't hate me, and that's all i wanted (cause i'm not going to pursue anything with a guy who's got 2 kids).

friday on the way home from the parting glass

so we headed home. I was fine to drive having only had one beer at the bar when we first got there, and we were there for at least 3 hours. for some reason i decided to take route 50 back to clifton park instead of the northway. i was cruising down the road when suddenly lights began flashing behind me... yeah, i got pulled over. i was like, dammit, i'm getting pulled over. honestly, i didn't realize i was speeding. it was late and there wasn't anyone else on the road except for a taxi in front of me, and i must've been going about the same speed as he was because i wasn't catching up or anything. butyeah, generally i just drive the speed that feels comfortable to me. i had good music (HOTD) playing so the speed happened to be a bit fast... soyeah. i pulled over and beck reminded me to turn down my music and eric and sarah sat there and didn't say a word. so the cop came up to my car and said, "can i see your license and registration?" and he kinda sounded mean at first. so i fumbled around and found my license and looked for my registration, acting like this was the first time i'd ever gotten pulled over. then i realized that i didn't have my registration with me (not unusual... i never have it when i get pulled over), so i looked up at the cop and said "i think my registration's in my other wallett" and i made sure that it sounded like i was going to cry and i made my eyes all big and i looked at him like, "oh my god, mr. cop, please don't arrest me!" and so he asked me who my car was registered to and i said, "my father." He asked me if I knew why he pulled me over, and I tried to look really ashamed (I opened my eyes really wide and kinda bit my lower lip) and shook my head. and he kinda laughed and said, "you were going a little quick there" then he told me that he "had me up to 75 in a 45." he asked me if i had any problems with my license or anything and i shook my head and widened my eyes and said "no" like, "gee how could you think that, i'm just an innocent little girl." see, there are no problems with my license (i think) but i didn't want to give him any cause to go back and run the license cause i was tired and that takes forever and i wanted to go home. so then he asked me where i was coming from and i told him saratoga, then he asked where in saratoga and i told him the parting glass and he asked if it was busy and i said no. then he asked if i had anything to drink, and i told him i had one beer at 8 o'clock (weird that i spit that time out. we didn't get there until 11... but i did have a beer at 8... with dinner...) so then he asked his partner to "get the box" and told me that any time someone says they've had something to drink they have to blow the breathalyzer. so i'm glad that among my friends is a trooper who thinks it's funny to go to the barracks after we've been at a bar and see how drunk we are, because if i hadn't known that breathalyzers sound like those little toy whistles when you blow them i would have gotten hysterical. soyeah. while the other guy was getting "the box" the cop at the car (who i now noticed was a trooper and not a local cop, which made me relax, cause then i pretty much knew i wasn't getting a ticket - first of all, i never get tickets, but a trooper is easier to get out of a ticket than a local cop) said, you don't look like you've had much to drink, let me see your eyes and he shined his light in my eyes (and while he was doing that I totally was making eye contact and flirting... i'm so bad... but actually, he was really cute). Then the other guy was back with the box and i blew and i was fine. then the cute cop said, "i'm going to cut you a break tonight... just slow it down for me, ok?" i think i said thank you (i hope i did) and then they walked back to their car. i pressed the window up button and told beck to not start laughing until i got the window all the way up... then we totally cracked up. i am invincible. i totally rock at not getting the tickets :) (i love being a girl)

friday at the parting glass

so we arrived at the parting glass and got our guinnesses and found a spot in the front room to plant ourselves. Neary was there with his family, and he came over and joined us for a while. After a little while, Eric and Sarah decided to go into the dart room and play some darts. Dodi went back there so she could say hi to Keith and see if he was still going to be annoying. He told her that he meant to call me but he's been so busy with Christmas and working blah blah blah. Whatever. I don't really care. Also, it doesn't explain why he had to ignore me the other night. Yeah, whatever. Anyway. I ran into him later and he gave me the same story, and I was like, ok, whatever and he told me he'd find me up front later so he could talk for a bit. He did come up later, and we talked for a couple minutes. He asked if we were going out afterwards and I told him no, that i was feeling pretty sick with my cold and i was probably going home. Then he went back to work and later I headed to the dart room because Dodi was leaving and Beck was back there with Neary and Eric and Sarah were still back there playing darts. I ran into Keith again, and he said that he was just getting off of work and said he'd be over in a few. I played some shuffleboard type game with Neary (he beat me) then with Beck (I beat her). Keith came over and talked to us while we were playing and we told him that we'd be there the next night for Hair of the Dog. Neary discovered that Keith had thrown him out (or, "asked him to leave") a few times before. It was pretty late by that time (2am) and Eric and Sarah seemed pretty tired, so we headed home...

friday on the way to the parting glass

so we decided to just take my car even though we'd have to go through Clifton Park and we could've dropped beck's car off because neither of us like driving alone and I had the HOTD in my car. we drove down new scotland ave i stopped at a red light. then traffic started moving. it was stopandgo, and suddenly the woman in front of me stopped. i braked, but the road was covered in slush and my car slid into hers. suck. her license plate fell off, and there was some patches where her paint flaked off, but otherwise there was no damage. my license plate holder cracked and my plate got bent and there was a small spot where my paint got fucked up, but other than that my car was fine. and this woman was such a bitch. we did the insurance thing, but i told her i wasn't going to bother making a claim because the damage was so small. then she wanted to check my license and my insurance card to see that i'd given her the correct info. ew. not to be hella really snotty, but i'm from clifton park. i'm not some random scumbag from albany. (ok, that was really snotty. but i don't care.) anyway. it was very irritating and it dampened my mood for a bit, but later i just decided to own it and it didn't bother me anymore.

so then we picked up eric and his girlfriend sarah and went up north...

so this was a pretty great weekend (finally, after a string of pretty shitty ones).

friday dinner at my place

so i cooked dinner for beck and myself friday night. i made a version of chicken continental, and it turned out awesome! well, i thought so, and beck seemed to think so. i've got leftovers and as soon as i can afford to buy rice (how sad is that?) i'll be able to eat them. rock. yeah. so we enjoyed the chicken and the salad (mesculin greens with chick peas, tomato, clover sprouts and bacon bits (the soft kind) with raspberry vinagrette dressing) and the guinness (always enjoyable) while we watched sex and the city and then we exchanged christmas gifts. Beck got me a tin Guinness sign (it's the one with the happy pint trying to get the last drip of guinness from the bottle and it says "there's nothing like a guinness"), two of these weird little figures from hallmark that are just so strange they make us hysterical every time we look at them in the store (she got me the potato farmer - he's really ugly and surly looking and his head comes off - and the cow - who she named stupid cow because it says "moo" on the side of it, like you didn't know that's what cows say), and a little grow your own patch of grass kit (rock!). I got her a gift certificate to Victoria's Secret (I know, seems like a weird gift to give a friend, but truly, it was perfect, we shop there all the time... and single and fabulous girls can always use more cute underwear). Then we danced around like the freaks that we are to "Me and Julio" by HOTD in my living room (gotta do the butt dance to that one). Then it was time to go to the Parting Glass...

I hate colds. I can't function in the morning. I don't even know how to begin my work here. Suck. I feel like I've been beat up (that may be leftover from the weekend, and not entirely due to the cold... it was a good weekend...)

I hate Monday mornings. So much. (actually, I pretty much hate any morning when I have to get up) I want to write about my weekend, but it looks like that might have to be done from work... It's payday today, which rocks, because I have exactly $1.83 and the cat has no food at all. bleh. I don't want to work (I just want to bang on the drum all day).