I like me a sale...

Everyone in my office is gone today. Most of the people I work for are in New York. I wish I could have gone. Instead, I bought a couple items on BananaRepublic.com. They are having a sale....

I like Banana Republic, if only for the reason that they have everything they sell available for tall, lurpy bodies like mine. I've never bought their jeans before. I'm usually really picky with jeans and would never buy before trying on, but it's not very often you find jeans with a 36" inseam so they are definitely worth a shot.

Ok, The Office last night???? SO GOOD. The world is right again now that Pam and Jim are really together. Although, they had me fooled in the beginning with the whole "deny, deny, deny" thing. They were so cute when they got caught. But seriously, beyond that, it was hiliarious. I don't know how I feel about the hour long episodes. I kind of thought it was too much time to fill for this show. I'm glad they're going back to 1/2 hour episodes.

Because The Office and Grey's Anatomy are on at the same time and because I don't have TiVo, I have to go home and watch the premiere of Grey's online. I felt a little bad for choosing The Office over Grey's but I really HAD to find out about Jim and Pam. I had to. It could not wait. Plus, NBC doesn't replay full episodes online and ABC does so there's that too.

NBC, seriously? Who do you think you are?

My blackberry has been shipped. I should get it on Monday or Tuesday.

I feel like my blogging skills are a little lackluster. I need to find more interesting and profound things to write about than online shopping and television.

Soon to be CrackBerry user

I just bought a blackberry pearl on ebay. For a steal too.

Weekend Summary

This weekend was a good one. The first good one in Vegas I've had in a while. The first time in a long time that I turned off my t.v. and ventured outside. My Mom was in town for work stuff. It was nice to have her here. We went to a few good restuarants, played some Wheel of Fortune (well she did, I refuse to play slots), and did some shopping on Saturday ( I forgot how much I love Nordstrom) before I dropped her off at the airport for her flight back to Sacramento. Thanks Mom for hanging out with me.

Saturday I received a phone call from a newly acquired friend of mine who wanted to see if I wanted to go to a Nascar race with some of his friends. He wasn't actually going, which I thought was strange, but I was feeling slightly outgoing so I decided "Why not."

Luckily I had met his friends once before so I wasn't going in totally blind. And fortunately these people are really funny and smart and normal, which makes things so much better. We headed out to the LV Motor Speedway and the drive that usually takes half an hour took 2 hours with what seemed like half of Vegas trying to get out of the city. This particular race was the truck series which brought out just as many crazy people as regular Nascar. That speedway though is unreal. The place is huge, seating like 300,000 people and it was packed full. I'd never been to a race before but I totally see why Nascar is the most popular "sport" in the country. The noise was deafening and I would have bought some earplugs had they not been $10 a pop. Actually, 15 minutes into the race, you sort of get used to it and it's not so bad. We had really good seats, right along the final stretch and were witnesses to a pretty cool wreck right along pit-row. After seeing this wreck, and a couple other spin-outs/close calls I'm convinced that is why people love Nascar. The crashes. People actually cheer when a car, or truck in this case, slams into another going 200 mph. Nascar is crazy.

After leaving early to try and beat the traffic out (mildly successful), we ate some dinner and then went over to some party. I had a bad feeling I was going to run into Seth when I walked in and low and behold, there he was in the backyard. I hadn't seen him since we broke up so the pit in my stomache was definitely there. Since I knew he hadn't seen me yet, I tried my best to avoid eye contact. If he wanted to come say hi to me, that was fine, but I wasn't going to go out of my way to talk to him. I know, totally mature. I was having a good time with the group I came with and I just didn't feel like dealing with it. We left after about 45 minutes and he never said anything to me, so that was that. Conflict diverted.

Sunday I made it to church, opting to go with some of the guys I hung out with on Saturday. We left early and went over to one of their houses to eat lunch and also play some Wii. Now, I won't get into it here, but the Wii is TRIPPY. Let's just say Nintendo has come a long way since the days of Duck Hunt.

Good weekend. And the weather was beautiful. I hope this lasts a while.

4 Days!!!!

Until The Office and Grey's!

Freaking cannot wait.

BINGO


This past weekend I went along with my roommate (the normal one) and some of her friends to play BINGO down at a locals casino. I've never played real casino BINGO before and thought it would be a pretty fun way to spend $15 on a Friday night. Well, I soon learned that legit BINGO is quite the experience. Let me paint the scene for you:


First of all, the group I am going with make BINGO a regular activity. Mind you, these are twenty-something adults I'm with, not senior citizens, who the majority of the crowd was. We get there early, around 8:30 to "Reserve" our table for our group. We sit and I'm immediately pointed in the direction of the "Blotter" machine.


"A what?" I ask.


"A Blotter. You need a blotter. To mark your numbers. They're a dollar, or more if you want a good one"

First thing I think, I didn't know the blotter market was so competitive as to offer so many options. Also, the "Blotter" machine is definitely a vending machine, with literally 50 different types of blotters. I kept it simple with green.


As it gets closer to 9 p.m. (our game time) a line begins to form next to the cashier. My group instictively head over and stand at the end of the line. The following conversation takes place:


Me: "So how much is a card?"


Them: "Well, they don't have cards. They have sheets. We get the Small Rainbow."


Me: "What is a Small Rainbow?"


Them: "It's a stack of about 6 sheets with 12 BINGO squares on each page"


Me: "12? That's a lot."


Them: "Yeah it is. You might want to buy just a sheet of 6 to start out. It can get a little crazy."


Right. Well, not one to be outdone, especially when it comes to things like BINGO, I say,


"No. I'll get the rainbow thing. Go big or go home, right?"


So here we all are, with our blotters, our "Small Rainbows" and our complimentary Diet Pepsi's, awaiting the start of the game. To be quite honest, I'm a little nervous. And I had good reason to be. The numbers are read over the crappiest PA system I've ever heard. I can barely make out what the woman whose reading the numbers is saying. The whole time I'm going, "What? B-29?" "No, G-35" Luckily there's a couple huge boards that keep track of the numbers that have been read. Pausing to check the number throws me off and as I'm strugglings to scan my 12 BINGO squares before the next number is called, it's again practically coughed through the mic. It's rather intense. So much actually that no one talks. No one. It's silent, with the only sound coming from the inky blotters squishing the paper. Finally, after 10 minutes or so, a BINGO is hollered and much like the pressue being released from a tire, the entire room is filled with disappointed"Oh's" and "Ah's" and the immediate clatter of the elderly elbowing the person next to them exclaiming, "Look, I only need one more"

No one from our group won, but it was definitely really funny to experience anyway. I actually got really close a couple times and I found myself getting extremely nervous at the prospect of having to declare my BINGO. The anxiety was awful.

Missing My #1.

Jack's Mannequin, my favorite band ever, is playing at the U tonight in Salt Lake and all my friends are going. I'm so bummed I couldn't go up for it. Seriously. That would have been so rad. It helps that I've already seen their show but still. I mean, Andrew is my number 1 after all...

(Andy Roddick had been demoted to number 2 due to failure to beat Roger Federer this year. Or ever, actually.)

I don't really feel like blogging right now but I do need to address a couple things regarding the VMA's that were so wrongfully hyped..

Britney Spears opening performance was a joke. I'll be first to admit I miss the old days of Britney when she would dance around with pythons and whatnot, and had abs that inspired me to do an extra set of crunches. Which is why I was so excited to see this performance. The world is thirsy for the old Britney and we all just want her to come back to us. Well, her much anticiapted "comeback" performance last night was the most disappointed I've been in a while. Not only was it dull and boring, Britney herself looked less than excited to be there. What was worse was the camera pans across the audience. They looked pained. It was truly sad to watch, especially since this was such a hyped performance that was supposed to ignite her career again. R.I.P. Britney.

I didn't watch any of the rest of the "Music" awards (can MTV even be called "Music Television" anymore?) Except I did happen to catch Rhianna and Chris Brown's performance online this morning. I'm not really a fan of either but Chris Brown can MOVE.

Lars and the Real Girl

I can't wait to see this movie. I could watch Ryan Gosling read the back of a cereal box and be totally enthralled.

OMG

Chrissy and Clay kissed last night on Newport Harbor. They are so cute. I'm so happy for them.
Love that show. I'm not even going to pretend that I don't.

Labor Day Weekend

This past weekend I decided to take advantage of my flight voucher from Southwest (this is the first time I have EVER actually reaped the rewards of "Frequent Flying") and head up to Utah. Eliza, Chuck, Liz, Michelle, Anna and Josh all come down to go to dinner at my favorite restaurant in Salt Lake, Trio. It was so fun to see everyone and catch up with what everyone's doing. And the Pomodoro was amazing, as usual.

My best married friends, Eliza and Chuck

Michelle and Liza

Josh, Me and Michelle. I look gross. Ignore it.

Josh is cute.

The rest of the weekend I spent up in Logan which was a little weird. I thought I'd be way depressed about not being up there anymore, but I was actually ok. I do really miss my friends up there, but there really isn't anything for me to do up there anymore. Oh besides, "Get really good at tennis" which was one reason to move back someone threw out there. I did hit up Old Grist which was AWESOME. I miss that too. Real bad. We also hit up Logan Lanes for some seriously bowling competition. So fun.

Cristos, me and Trevor

Me and Trevor, who I used to work with at Hamilton's.

Trev and Michelle

The better part of the weekend was spent watching my friend Joe tile his kitchen. I say use "watching" because there wasn't much I could do to help. I did sand down the linoleum though, and pull some nails out of the floor. But my tiling experience is unfortunately minimal so I wisely superivsed from the living room. It turned out really nice though. The guys did a great job. I didn't take an "after" picture, but you get the idea

After "Project Tile Joe's Kitchen" we went over to our friend Trevor's house to have a BBQ. It was so fun just hanging out in the backyard, laughing with my best friends. I miss them all so much and it was great to see them. We even squeezed in a tennis tournament which was definitely a good time.

It was such a great weekend. I had a blast and it really made me wish we all lived closer again. Maybe someday. Until then, thank goodness for the Rapid Rewards program.

Gear up...

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