Someone please turn this blog up to 11

Merima was right, even I couldn't stand to see the blog about vomit anymore. I'll be keeping this shortish, 'cause I've been so sick (and still am very much so) this past week it made me miss having the chicken pox. I did manage to have some fun before I got ill on Sunday though (oh yes, a Beastie Boys shout out).

The top image is from the RJD2 concert Cathryn and I attended. He was absolutely amazing and so was the opening DJ - Wax Tailor. However, if you see the "MCs" Aceyalone or especially some wife beater wearing doofus named Bus Driver, hopefully you'll be in a car and you can run them over for me. They tortured us with their horrible style and weak rhyming (seriously, repeating "Check 1, 2"and "throw ya hands up" barely qualified for music when it was first done and definitely doesn't now).

The second photo is of the ottoman! Hmmm.... definitely more fun live than pictured. But there you have it. I'm sure now all of your lives' are now complete.

I'll leave y'all with one last thought - actually a dieting tip! Drink 20-30 glasses of water a day and you won't feel like eating ANYTHING. Bleh. Even hot dogs taste too salty for me. O what has the world come to :(

Finally, SOME EFFEN SUN!!!!

I'm not sure if I have SAD (seasonal affective disorder), but I sure am finally feeling more productive and motivated to do things lately. So have you ever wondered about the constant under construction portions of my place? This situation was so laughable, that I finally recorded it. To get 3 IKEA lights under the cabinets (picture 1), it took 6 hours (8 if you're obsessive like me), plus all the tools in picture 2, and two unpictured ladders and two helpers. The ridiculous part? It's still not done. I have yet to do the dark cabinets on the far end of the room. I learned a lot as always, and was very satisfied and happy with the results - not to mention that no one got electrocuted - hooray!

For the Target faithful, I totally scored an unbelieveable deal! For everyone else, please skip to the next paragraph because my detailed account of my purchase will be boring as hell, and the next paragraph will cover vomiting : O **...**:: . . # (the color of the vomit has been approximated).

So every now and again Target will ship in all this cool stuff that looks like Pier 1 or Cost Plus furniture and call it the Global Bazaar. The really nice stuff is still too expensive for me, but every now and again they'll have a clearance sale to sell of the display stuff. This beautiful leather ottoman/bench thing which I coveted was originally priced at $350. It was on clearance last week for $250, but it still seemed pricey for what it was. On a whim (or desperate grasp at straws - you can be the judge), I dragged Cathryn with me to see if it was still there. Inside the store, it sat there, patiently waiting for me in all its leather glory. But it had no tags on it, so we got a Target dude to help us. We got the right guy, 'cause when I asked him if he could give me an additional discount for some sticker residue on the sides, he called it in and got me an extra 20% off!! I was completely buzzing on a shopper high after we stuffed the thing in the car and drove off. Thanks Target dude!

As promised, I will now write about vomit. Yep, it's what happens when you eat something bad, have a flu, or if you're like me, drink WAY too much all at once. The culprit this go around was two glasses of wine and about a third or half a bottle of Bacardi (like I would remember) spread over three giant rum and cokes. Vomitting is such a dichotomy; it feels so great to relieve the nausea, but at the same time it's an experience that most would put at or near the top of their "sucks to be you" list. I'm just glad I didn't get it everywhere and I wasn't too inebriated to clean up what little missed. The best, absolute BEST part about the evening's vomit filled episode? After it was done, I was greeted with jubilant hallos and immediately fed a Jumbo Jack and fries. Still drunk, I consumed the food of the Gods in their fast food form and thankfully enjoyed every slow, focused, bite. I love my friends!!!!

RECENTLY BOUGHT AT TARGET®
1 Indian Style Leather Ottoman ~ $195 on clearance!

Nice try, said the spider to the fly

I got these fun images from a restaurant called Cafe Sport on Green St. in the city. After a tough day of on site pretending to work, I got to go on a little adventure with Cathryn and Ann. Rather than bore you with pertinent play by play action, I'll tell the story as if I were pitching a movie. It's a story about friendship, serendipity, food and has a happy ending. Ann and Walt have happy hour drinks, meet Cathryn after a truncated shoe shopping attempt, then take a wild cab ride through the city and end up at a fabulous Italian restaurant in North Beach at the cabbie's recommendation. Fun, banter-y converstation ensues, most delicious sea food, wine, and dessert is consumed, all served by an amazing and friendly staff, and we leave the place as Mormons. The end! Sure there are other fun details, but you can replace those details with the words, yada, yada, and yada.

Now on to other things. Important things. Urine things. I had this dream the other night about walking around in some house that I lived in. Standing in the room, the urge to pee came upon me. But for whatever reason, I was feeling lazy and decided that it would be okay to pee in the middle of the room as long as I didn't hit any furniture. So I start peeing on the floor and form a neat little puddle. I think, "Great! No one will notice this!" and continue to pee (dream logic). But then the neat little puddle quickly starts to grow and then goes all over the place! I stop peeing, but for some reason now the entire floor is an inch deep with pee. Everything is getting soaked, but I can't smell any pee and think it's really odd. Then it starts to rain outside and the rain washes into the room as well. Then I wake up and realize that nature has been calling while I was asleep and it was on the 15th ring. I'm just glad my sheets were dry when I realized it was time to use the facilities!

I have another story about a hat lady, guns, knives, and a giant ball of meat, but that will have to wait for another day. Can't wait for Supabowl Sunday!!!!