I'm officially dating the oldest guy I've ever dated. I don't know who's having a harder time with Bob turning 40. Him? Or me? God, could i possibly sound any more like Carrie Bradshaw right now? Puke. Get over it, Megs.

The theme of the evening seemed to be, "Fuck it--you only turn 40 once" (that theme seems to follow us a lot---"Fuck it, this random day in 2004 only happens once, so let's get drunk and fuck up our meniscuses). I joined him for dinner at The Signature Room downtown. Sch-wanky sch-wanky. After dinner, we enjoyed the view (and a few cocktails) upstairs in the lounge, then came back down to slum it at Irish Eyes (ahhh...memories) to join my friends Erin, Chris, and Jon.

After Irish Eyes closed, Bob and I are standing outside waiting for a cab. It's fucking freezing outside, and Bob asks three random strangers if he and I can share a cab with them. They agree, and in the midst of our ride, Bob decides to "kidnap" them with us (they willfully agreed) and he took all of us to this hole-in-the-wall shit (but wonderful) bar called Lakeview Lounge. There's this regular band there---3 Vietnam vets called 'Nightwatch' who play old rock 'n' roll. You either think this band is the greatest or shittiest band of all time. There's no inbetween. Personally, I think they're fucking brilliant. If you ever come to Chicago, I'd take you, your mom, and your boyfriend to see them. They changed my life.

Anyway, one of the girls we kidnapped ends up being...how do I say this...basically, a hooker. She didn't exactly come out and announce what she is, but told me stories about how she flies to Italy, The Bahamas, etc. to meet these 'men' and how she "alllways" gets a call back. It's affording her apartment on the Gold Coast, so I just told her she must have her 'technique' doooown (it was 4 am, and my mouth, just like the hooker, were loose).

Tomorrow? SuperBowl. I'm getting my chicken wings and if I can stomach it, beer on. Fuck yeah.

Oh girl, you have no faith in medicine.

A haiku to honor my knee
By Megan S.

Cold, drunk Megan fell
Doc said I tore meniscus
Gave me many pills

More knee haikus...
by Megan S.

Ow, my knee hurts bad
Take pill with food twice daily
Addict like Brett Favre.

Ten dollar co-pay
Aetna insurance shitty
Do not fall while drunk

Happy weekend everyone!

I'm getting old.

I didn't really tell anyone about this, but last weekend it snowed pretty hard here and I wore the worst shoes I ever could've that night (no traction). We were out pretty damn late (early) and by the end of the night, the bartenders had clearly overserved me. I fell probably 3 times that night and now I have a very, very messed up knee. I think it involves ligaments and tendons in some way, because it hurts to bend it still. I must fall the same way because each time my knee tends to hurt more and take longer to heal. Tomorrow I'm going into the doctor to get it checked out. Let's just hope it doesn't require surgery, or as my dad would say when i hurt myself as a kid, "We'll have to cut it off." Oh god...what if they have to?

Hello, drama. I'm your queen.

Yesterday, I got an AARP Membership Welcome Kit in the mail. Um....yeah. I've got another 24 years to go before I can get in "the club." I bet I could use that temporary membership card and get some good 'early bird special' restaurant deals, though.

Speaking of birthdays, today is Mihow's 30th birthday. Go over there and give the girl some lovin'. She's 30, and she's sex-ay.

I'm not good with holding birthday presents hostage for very long, so I gave Bob his Xbox last night (instead of waiting until tomorrow---his actual birthday) and he really liked it--he said it was something he wanted, but would never buy for himself. So, to me, that sounds like a good thing. Plus, I can't wait to kick his ass at Tetris. An embarrassment to men everywhere, I said, an embARRassment.

Christine decided to go to work today. How long should one wait and "warm up" their vehicle before attempting to start driving? That may be my problem---I barely wait, and in 6 degree weather Christine gets a testy. I'm slave drivin' the poor gal (even though she still is a P.O.S. in my mind).

Christine's health update: It ended up being her battery, which is odd because I just had it replaced like, a year ago.

Sometimes I feel sorry for the mechanics who have to deal with me. I'm like a bitch on wheels, man. I come from the school that every guy is trying to rip me off because I'm a female. I've watched the Dateline episodes. I know. Little do they know that Christine has had so much work done to her that I have a pretty good idea what's fair and what isn't. Dads help, too.

Ok, so what does it mean when your car won't start twice in one week? The starter's shot? I dunno. I'm currently waiting on hold for AAA to pick up the FUCKING PHONE. Good thing I'm just sitting in my apartment and not stranded on the side of the road for real...by this point, I would've frozen to death. Until those assholes in Detroit decide to sober up while making our vehicles, I'm never buying American again.

Good morning!

All right. I went out at lunch today and bought the boy an XBox for his birthday, and it came with two games. I hope he likes it. If not, I'm hijacking it back to my place. There's this little secret about me that I really do like playing video games. Pretty much the entire summer of 7th grade was spent trying to beat Mario 3 (which i was successful). Sad, I know. And we wonder why there's a weight problem in America. Good god, Megs.

If you were (or are) a boy, what video game system would you want? I need suggestions. Bad.

Secondly, at lunch today, I went to a McDonald's...of the Future. I didn't talk to anyone, I just punched in my own order, used my credit card to pay, and someone handed me my grilled chicken salad in a bag and sent me on my way. I asked the manager, "So, are you going to be eliminating everyone's job because of this?" And he said with a creepy smile, "No, we have the same amount of employees as before..." Whatever. Next week, all the line cooks will be replaced by robots, just you wait and see.

In this day and age, little attention is paid to the bitter battle going on right here in the United States. It's a little unknown fact there's growing tension between the people of Illinois (FIBs, or Fuckin' Illinois Bastards, as people from Wisconsin refer to them) and Wisconsinites (God's Chosen Ones, as I prefer to think of us). Yesterday, Bob and I attempted to break down those cultural barriers that come between us and headed on north to Kenosha, Wisconsin.

Along our journey to the heart of the war-zone (the Illinois/Wisconsin border), we noticed tensions growing even on the billboards. One billboard for a local DSL carrier stated, "Faster than a FIB on the highway." I noticed Bob growing a little uneasy, but I assured him that 'my people' were a friendly people, and not to worry.

Once we crossed the border, we headed over Mars Cheese Castle to enjoy some peace-cheese, only to find out it was closed for the day due to a water main break or something like that. It was as if Wally World had closed for the day, disappointing visitors left and right. Lucky for us, cheese shops are abundant in that area, and we headed next door to "Bobby Nelson's Cheese Shop." Bobby Nelson was a famous "wrestler" back in the 1950's. Glad to see he took his earnings and got himself into the lucrative cheese business, but I digress.

In celebration of our cultural differences, I bought Bob some smoked string cheese, extra sharp cheddar, beef sticks, smoked Apple bacon, smoked salmon, and condiments like ligonberries and Dusseldorf mustard. Besides food, there were many things one could purchase in this war-torn area, including a baby camouflage "one-sie" (I shit you not).

Luckily, it was a peaceful visit and on the way home, the randomness continued as we stopped at Serpent Safari in Gurnee, IL, and saw, "Baby," the second largest python in the world at 485 lbs. Our guide literally wore a safari hat, and painfully memorized the hell out of his speech---"I wouldn't want to come across this guy in the jungle...heh heh." Apparently, Baby eats only 4-6 times a year, but once ate 8 chickens at once. Good to know, good to know.

I think that was the most random Sunday I've spent in a long time.

Right now, I'm stuck in my apartment waiting for Bob to get over here and jump start Christine, my car from hell. I must of left a light on or something because the battery is dead, dead, dead. I offered to call AAA and take care of it, but he said, 'It'll be hours before they come out there, lemme grab my jumper cables and help you out." Yay!

Today, we have plans to head to the motherland, Wisconsin. Bob wants to check out Mars Cheese Castle in Kenosha, WI, where I'm going to buy him arguably the finest and most important staple of Wisconsin diets, cheese. For a long time I was in denile about where I'm from (we don't all grow up on farms, dammit), but I've learned to embrace it. Embrace the cheese. Embrace the blaze orange hunting vests. Embrace the polka. Embrace the bratwurst.

On the way home, we're stopping in Gurnee, IL, to check out the world's second largest python get fed. I guess they throw in goats and stuff in there. I'll let you know if it's true.

Support Free Speech!

Subject: The ad CBS will not air

Dear friend,

During this year's Super Bowl, you'll see ads sponsored by beer companies, tobacco companies, and the Bush White House. But you won't see the winning ad in MoveOn.org Voter Fund's Bush in 30 Seconds ad contest. CBS refuses to air it.

Meanwhile, the White House and Congressional Republicans are on the verge of signing into law a deal which Senator John McCain (R-AZ) says is custom-tailored for CBS and Fox, allowing the two networks to grow much bigger. CBS lobbied hard for this rule change; MoveOn.org members across the country lobbied against it; and now the MoveOn.org ad has been rejected while the White House ad will be played. It looks an awful lot like CBS is playing politics with the right to free speech.

Of course, this is bigger than just the MoveOn.org Voter Fund. People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) submitted an ad that was also rejected. We need to let CBS know that this practice of arbitrarily turning down ads that may be "controversial" – especially if they're controversial simply because they take on the President – just isn't right.

To watch the ad that CBS won't air and sign the petition to CBS to run these ads, go here: http://www.moveon.org/cbs/ad/

MoveOn.org will deliver the petition by email directly to CBS headquarters.

Thanks.

Um, this Pathetic Geek Story was from my 5th grade class. No lie, I remember reading it and knowing how the story finished before I got there. Mrs. Nelson's 5th Grade Class at Holy Name. I just saw the kid this happened to at Christmas time---Jimmy, is what we called him. He lives in Minneapolis now.

I had a little talk with Miss "I-Listen-To-'Why Can't I'-By-Liz-Phair-6-Times-A-Day" yesterday at work (actually, all of us did) and she brought in new CDs to mix it up a bit. Of course, I was sold down the river by one girl who said to her, "Megan came up to me and said, 'I can't stand that song anymore.'" I didn't know how to bring it up! I just told her over the cube walls, "Lisa. I love ya to death, but I can't stand hearing that song anymore. I didn't want to hurt your feelings." No feelings were hurt (so she says, but I bet there's some weird voodoo doll of me in her cube with pins in my eyes), and she promised never to play it again. Yay.

....and one more thing. Since I just bought a new ibook, I need to know what kind of speakers to buy for it. I just downloaded my first 4 itunes the other day, and discovered there is no rhyme or reason to my music choices.

I remember the first record I really wanted that my parents bought for me (Jackson Five -Victory Album) [as a side note, i was 5], the first tape I ever bought (Phil Collins - No Jacket Required) (stop laughing) and the first CD I ever bought (George Michael - Listen Without Prejudice), so I thought it was appropriate that maybe I remember the first itune I ever downloaded. It was kinda a big deal for me picking out that song. And I don't know why, but I chose Bjork's (Bjork? I'm not that huge of a fan even) "Human Behavior."

And then it went more bizzare from there:
- "American Psycho" - The Misfits (recommended listening from a friend--and it's good)
- "Young'n" - Fabolous (everyone needs a little Fabolous in their lives)
- "Jolene" - Dolly Parton (I need to get my next karoke "hit" in order, and I think I could possibly bring the house down with a Dolly Parton montage, that would include "9 to 5").

I'm going to have to start selling my plasma soon to afford itunes, I fear. It's addicting in a way.

I know I may seem obsessed with this subject, but Savage Love continues to post letters from readers about that moronic woman. And until he stops, I will continue to post about this subject matter.

Ladies, if the guy's givin' it to you, (or at least attempting) do not complain. Or feel my wrath. Duh.

If you happen to be in Chicago for Valentine's day, Monsoon Restaurant on Broadway will be giving away copies of the Kama Sutra with it's four-course Valentine's dinner. Um, that's reason enough to go.

Every year around this time, I need a mental push, of sorts. I am searching from the depths of my soul to find inspiration to go work out. I just have a really hard time finding any sort of relaxation in fighting traffic to spend an hour fighting people for a machine, only to feel like I got my ass kicked the next day as I climb the stairs at work, "ow-ing" with each step. I need some words of inspiration. If you have any, feel free to leave them here. Sarcasm appreciated. I find it amusing I've lived in 2 of the nation's fattest cities at one point and time in my life. That alone is inspiration enough.

I just came up with a new invention in dessert. I should take that fucked up souffle in the freezer, cut it up in squares, put some vanilla ice cream over it, and maybe some chocolate syrup. It'd be like one of those ice cream brownies, but ice cream screwed-up souffle instead.

I'm a genius. lol. Somebody enter me in a baking contest.

I work about 30 miles away from home in a far western suburb of Chicago. Inevitably on the way home every night, there's some SUV with their DVD player on. It kinda terrifies me that I'll drive 70 mph behind them, and instead of paying attention to the road, or the brake lights, I'll try and figure out what movie's on in their car (Lion King) and spend a few minutes watching it right with the kids. Where's the popcorn?

Just to wrap up the story from yesterday, dinner went well last night--he said my tartlets were "the best thing he's ever had." (get your mind out of the gutter) Awww....such a kiss ass. I love it. He ate like, 10 of em, so maybe they were. For extra guilt flavoring, I gave him a general idea of how long it took to put it together--and then showed him the remnants of the chocolate hazelnut souffle cake. His reaction was, "That's still good, save that." Typical guy.

I have just been to war with my kitchen...and I am a defeated woman. I don't normally cook for...well, anyone, for fear of it turning out terrible or giving him food poisoning or something like that. But I decided I had to brave it sometime, and planned out a menu (for the record, I really do love doing this sort of thing, but it freaks me out at the same time).

I stood for 12 hours (no exaggeration) yesterday, prepping, cooking, baking, folding, sifting, (what other cooking/baking verbs are there---because I'm sure I've done them) all because I'm trying to do a nice gesture and make dinner for us tonight and it's fucking killing me in the process.

My chocolate hazelnut soufflé cake didn't soufflé. Of course I had to take the hardest damn cake to make--the recipe was 2 pages long. Literally, it makes the 4-hour burger seem like a cake walk (pun intended). So for tonight's menu, we have:

- mushroom and onion tarlets (appetizer)
- salad
- pork chops with apple and sage stuffing
- asparagus
- (chocolate hazelnut soufflé) - now to be replaced with a cake i'll probably buy at Whole Foods and call my own. Fuck it.

Yup, I'm a regular Nigella Lawson.

Update: I bought fruit tartlets at the local Jewel. They look pretty and like I possibly made them myself. Bonus.

I did something last night I NEVER thought I would do. I watched fucking "Seabiscuit." I don't know if it's because Bob buys race horses and I'm interested in learning more about what he's passionate about, or just the fact that I was bored and Laura invited me over to watch the movie she rented, but I LIKED it. One of my favorite pastimes was making fun of that movie and now I fear becoming one of them. All I know is, if I start whispering to horses and buying sweatshirts with ponies on them, shoot me....just like they did to Seabiscuit. Ok, so they didn't really do that in the movie, but that would've made me at least cry. It'd be like a modern remake of 'Old Yeller.'

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to enjoy a hotdog. mmmm...Seabiscuity.

My mom called me at work today.

- "Did you watch 'The Apprentice' last night?," she asked.
- "No, I went out with Mr. Bob for dinner."
- "Oh, Megan, you would've loved it."

You know that someone's pretty fucking cool when you're willing to give up all of Thursday night TV and don't even think twice about it.

Tonight, I'm going out with girls from work (that's a first) to check out a show at Second City that this guy we used to work with is in. Most of the girls I work with are married or in that next stage of life, (babies, minivans, etc.) so it's rare we go out. Should be interesting. I'll probably be the bad influencer who orders them one too many rounds of margaritas, and sends them on their way home. "Why's Mommy acting funny, Megan?" "Well, Jimmy, sometimes Mommy needs her bottle, too." Watch out, Chicago...Hot, Horny housewives on the prowl! Raarr!

Sex Advice from Cowboys.

I have nothing too exciting to talk about today---I safely put my keys in my pocket before opening the elevator door last night, so today, let's have fun with links.

Who doesn't want a little Stevie Nicks in their home? Check out the horrible tattoo someone actually wanted with the half wolf, half Stevie Nicks. Good God.

I know vegans don't eat meat, but do you think they might cuddle with it? It looks so happy.
- (links via Mimi Smartypants).

Find out what January brings you in the boudoir. Rarrr.

Yesterday was a good day, I'd say. Easy goin', no problems, was looking forward to going out to dinner. That all ended when I arrived home and dropped my keys down the elevator shaft. I called the landlord, and he drove 45 minutes back to my apartment, and fished them out of the septic tank ::gag:: that they fell further into. I paid him $20 to treat himself to dinner, washed my hands for 10 minutes, and was on my way.

At dinner, I told Bob that I'm convinced there's this curse on me and that I have an abnormally high amount of bad luck. He gave me some good words of wisdom that basically amounted to, "Shit happens to everyone, Megan" (he said it obviously nicer than that) to which I asked, "You think the same amount of bad luck happens to everyone, but I just bitch about it louder than most? Is this the only child syndrome coming out of me?" Bob didn't out loud agree, but I got the palm-facing-up with a look on his face like, "You said it." Dammit.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go wash my hands again to get the HUMAN FECES off.

Bob told me about this site---and it's good. I'm a fan of the personal essays.

I just Googled, "Jared Fogel + Sick of Subway" (hey, I was eating Subway myself and wondering if he was...it's an honest question, right?) and I found this. Funny.

Who knew Jason Von Bondie got MARRIED? When the hell did that event happen? He's just a baby, what's he doin' going off to get hitched?

Update: Ok, apparently his wedding was "a while ago" and Brendan Benson sang at it. Funny.

Last night, I was settling in to watch another crap episode of "Average Joe 2" when this guy I knew from high school, Ryan, called. Ryan was the state wrestling champ, a little odd, but an all around good guy. Well, after high school it was rumored the guy got into porn (apparently he wanted to top everyone in the "Where are they now?" category at our high school reunions). A few years ago, he emailed me to see how I was doing, and eventually I asked him if the rumors were true. I said, "Ryan, there's the rumor going around that I thought you should know about. Did you do porn? Is that true?" Well, I didn't hear from him for six months after that, but he finally emailed me again. And I asked again. (Persistant little wench, aren't I?) He said that he didn't answer me the first time because I responded to his work email (oops) and that he didn't know me all that well to tell me. But that yes, he did do porn to pay for a "very expensive college education." Um, I know where Ryan went to college and I can safely say he could of gotten through that state school withOUT having to do porn, my friends, but I digress.

So, he calls me last night and he asked me what i was doing this weekend. So, I tell him (innocent enough) and then he lets out that he had this old contract that says he had to do 1 more porn in 2003, but since it's 2004, he has to do it THIS WEEKEND. I can also safely say that Ryan is going to have a more eventful weekend than moi. I wished him luck and told him to call me and let me know how it goes. :: my eyes still have not shut :: The Wisconsin porn industry is booming, apparently.

All right. I think I fixed my blog for you mac people. Now it'll probably be all fucked up for those of you on a pc, but i can't please everyone.
G'night.

I like Liz Phair as much as anyone, but there's a woman at work who plays, "Why Can't I?" at LEAST 4-5 times a day. Any suggestions to get her to knock it off would be appreciated. Mix in a "Fuck and Run" in there or something, but jeez...a girl can only take so much.

This weekend, we're going to Second City to check out this guy I used to work with (he just quit cause he got this gig full time), Jonathan. You may have seen him in a national KFC ad--he's the guy that says, "You're no longer the wing master." heh.

Just another act of sheer brilliance coming from my hometown. I should move back and try to date this kid someday.

This weekend, I apparently digressed to a 19-year-old who just snuck into her first bar by the way I was acting. My friends had a birthday party at this bar, Cans (they serve all their beer in cans--aren't they just clever with the names). It was $30 for all you can drink from 8-11 pm. Well, we got there around 10, and of course you have to get your money's worth, so I drank about 5-6 gin and tonics in 1 hour, and then had 2 French martinis on top of it. Um, I am not the brightest star in the sky at times. My friend, Katie, walked me home to her fiance's house and we slept there. Katie was kind enough to provide me with 2 advil, some saltines, water, and a bucket to sleep next to. Now, that's friendship.
The next day, Katie reassured me that everyone we know has gotten drunk at this bar. I guess it was just my turn. Mental note: Grow up.

Broadband was just installed. I am sitting in my apartment, and wondering what's the first porn I should download. heh. Kidding. (for the record, it should obviously be the 3-min. cut of the Paris Hilton video, right? i thought so.) Actually, I'm realizing how fucked up my blog is looking at it off of a Mac. Ack, just another thing I'll have to play with. Mazel Tov!

Savage Love is right on this week. And hilarious.

I've been feeling really discombobulated lately. It's probably natural since I'm without, well, anything the past week (including my car), but that feeling of being completely helpless and trying to piece my shit together again is not very fun. It won't be over for probably another week or so (once I get my license, I will feel a lot better) but until then, you might hear some random postings from me about Gremlins and shit like that. I will stop feeling sorry for myself...now.

This weekend will consist of going out to dinner with friends and a birthday party. Good times to be had.

Gutentag, y'all.

The guy at Perfection Auto picked me up at 7:10 this morning to get my car, which now has a beautiful new bumper. They were really understanding of my wallet being stolen, and just said, "You can pay us whenever you get your situation fixed." Aw. The first mechanics I ever met who weren't Satan's spawn. Touching, really.

Work saved the day. They replaced my palm with this one, which is better than the one that I had stolen. Yay!

What am I becoming? I now want this. In pink.

The other morning, I was listening to Mancow on my way to work, and he was talking about this class that's being offered at Harvard. Apparently, students are graded on how well they observe things around them. It sounds like a crock at first, but the professor's theory is that we are in a day and age where students are so focused on academics, sports, getting into a good school, driving 70 mph, that they tend to miss what's going on around them.

For instance, (and I NEVER noticed this) there is an arrow in the Fed Ex logo. How could I never have noticed that? Grrr.

It's Mihow's first day as a free woman after she quit her job, y'all. I wonder if she's sobered up yet. Aw. heh.

Ok, it's obvious I'm having a slow day at work from my excessive random posting, isn't it?

First off: Should I buy Girl Scout cookies? What's this new "pinata" cookie? Peanut Butter patties are my favorite.

The other night, I was watching "Average Joe 2," when I realized I went to Marquette with CJ, the first one to get kicked off the show. My favorite line he gave when he was leaving was, "There are plenty of other ladies out there for me." Oh, really, CJ? I just don't know too many ladies whose turn-ons are "socially awkward," I must say. Hey, I'm the first one all for geek love, but you gotta be able to hold a conversation about what makes you so geeky in the first place. Am I wrong here?

Not to dwell on this, but I've been receiving emails from people I haven't talked to in years about Jeffrey. Exchanging stories back and forth. Someone reminded me of the name of the first gay bar he ever took me to--it was called, "The Jolly Farmer." Dude. Could there BE a better name for a gay bar?

Went out for 'real' Chinese food last night. I didn't even know Chicago had a China Town. It was the real deal---we could practically buy a Mogwai right then and there. My own little Gizmo could be fun. That's what they always say and then boom---sun exposure and a little water and there's hell to pay.

I have no idea what I'm talking about.

Ugh. I just got some really bad news about an old roommate of mine when I lived in England, Jeffrey. Jeffrey didn't keep in touch with anyone too well, so I lost track of him over the years, but he was one of my best friends over there. I don't know a very nice way of putting it, but he died in a plane crash on New Years Day. So so sad. Just a really nice guy who I had a lot of fun with. I can't believe it.

I am comfortable enough with myself to admit that I am not smart enough to set up my own TiVo. I'm trying my damnest to avoid having to set up a phone line in my apartment for 1 month, but it would involve me hauling my TiVo over to a friend's house, invading their home and tying up their phone line for 2 hours, which I'm not willing to do. So who's the real terrorist now? My local phone company, that's who.
Grrrrr.

Congratulations to Mrs. Mihow and Mr. TobyJoe on their wedding!!!

Argh. Saturday, I had my wallet and palm stolen. I was working downtown and put my purse in the company van. I asked Fubu (Todd) if the van was locked, which he said it was. Well, 2 hours later when I left for lunch it was gone. My purse was still there, just the wallet with the palm inside was taken. Son of a bitch.

So, I have $11 to my name until I get my debit card back, but I do have my check book and my passport, so hopefully I can get some cash that way. Because it was work related, I think work is going to pick up a new Palm for me and the Christmas cash I had in my wallet (about $120) replaced. Luckily, nothing was charged on my charge cards (that is, if I cancelled every card I could think of).

So the curse continues. I'm all about getting this hex off of me. If anyone knows some wicca and wants to contact me, feel free.

Everytime I see those Sex and the City ads with the tagline, "Sex this good can't last forever," I get all sad. Why CAN'T it last forever? Arrrgh.

I still feel like poo.

On the afternoon of New Years Eve, I ended up getting a call from Erin hoping to God that I was better to make it to their party that night. Chris, her husband, took the phone away from her and just said, "Megan, get your ass over here." I said, "Fine, if I infect you all with my disease, don't blame it on me." Apparently, alcohol magically takes away the sense of caring if one gets sick or not.

I sucked it up, put on my party pants and went over to Bob's, where I showed him the bottle of wine I picked up to give to Erin and Chris. Well, Mr. Bob apparently hangs with the likes of P. Diddy because he said, "You can leave that here, I bought this," and whipped out a bottle of Cristal out of the fridge. Um....who ARE you? After dinner, Bob, Crissy, and I headed on over to the party where later a very drunken Chris told me that anyone who brings Cristal to his party is a "k-e-e-p-e-r," as he slurred in my ear. None of us have obviously ever had any of that, to which Bob said you only live once, so fuck it.

Happy New Years' Everyone. *mwah*