Ho boy. Where do I start...

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Most awesome New Year EVER.

I flew back to DC on December 31st. I couldn't miss the opportunity to catch this New Year's Eve party... I rang in (2)007 - the year of the spy - with the BIGGEST James Bond themed event DC has probably ever experienced.

The celebration was AMAZING. It was held at a hotel in Dupont Circle where several ballrooms were set with food, decoration, music, and entertainment to match that of different Bond films. There were no major misadventures, but by the end of the night Claudine and I were making drunk dials and I was putting on a puppet show with my black evening gloves. (What is a Bond party without an open martini bar?)

I have a feeling (2)007 is going to treat me well. In fact, I'm already feeling like I'm at an "All Time High". ;-D

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

A different kind of bad

I've been complaining about the guys around DC. It seems as though the majority of them never received training on how to treat a lady. I'm used to Southern boys - the kind who will hold open a door for you. Since moving here, I've had quite a few doors slam in my face.

While at a party in Baton Rouge for Christmas (Yes, I know it is the end of February - I'm just REALLY far behind), I talked about my recent dating experiences. My friend Carolyn was quick to remind me that the guys down there weren't much better. "They're just a different kind of bad." Almost as if to prove her point, a member of the male species approached us - blatantly staring at our chests. His gaze fixed, he commented, "WOO WEE! Talk about a tough job... I would HATE to be the judge of THIS wet t-shirt contest."

Susan asked him what he did for a living to which he replied (and this is a DIRECT quote), "I sell raccoon meat to black people for $300." Yeah. I'm not sure how much raccoon meat you get for $300, but I wasn't about to ask. Besides, I'm sure that's just a part-time gig until he can nail down that job as a wet t-shirt contest judge.

Charming, eh? I bet you he would have held open the door for me though...

Monday, February 05, 2007

I'll be home for Christmas?

Things were hectic after I got back from my BVI vacation. I had a lot of work to catch up on, shopping to do, bills to settle, cleaning, unpacking from one trip and packing for another - all in the span of two weeks.

I managed to cram everything in, but my head was still in a spin as I tried to tie up any last-minute loose ends before Jen and Rob picked me up for the airport. I had all bags lined up near the door and Norton was caged and ready to go. The last thing I had to do was take out the garbage. I grabbed the bag, pulled the door shut, and - before I even took that first step - realized that I locked the door behind me with MY KEYS LEFT INSIDE.

I would have surely missed my plane had it not been for Jen. She whipped out a credit card, went to work on my lock, and managed to pop it in less than a minute. Oh yeah... she's ready for kids. :-D