Bears! OMG OMG OMG!

My NY weekend in pictures. What do YOU think all happened?









































The end!

Word. I made it to Brooklyn, safe and sound. My flight was ridiculously easy. I got on an earlier flight and literally just walked onto the plane. With a 16 oz. Diet Coke in hand - screw you Federal Aviation Commission! Last night, Cody and I were out to just have a nice dinner and maybe some drinks afterwards. Which we did, but then ended up enjoying ourselves a little too much (glug, glug). We ate at Marlow & Sons, which I highly recommend. Low lit, very quaint - a great place if you're on a date. Or with your pal who you haven't seen in a long time. Then we had drinks at some bar that was having country night and met some girl named Chandra who randomly joined us. She may or may not have been hitting on me - the jury is still out on that one. We ran home screaming because it's so damn cold out and then I apparently passed out in Cody's kitchen and then her living room before finally going to bed. I woke up with my coat on. Good times. I'm rambling. Bye.

My parents be a little upset to read this one, but this morning I went to get my mail and saw that I received a lovely letter from the Chicago Department of Revenue. I opened it and saw that I am the receipient of a "Red Light Violation." Apparently, I decided to drive through a red light on the corner of Ashland and Cortland when no one was around. Oops.

Breakin' the law! Breakin' the law!

This violation notice also included three photos of my car. One of me stopped at the red light (doin' the right thing). One of me driving through the red light (oops). And then an ultra closeup of my license plate (dammit!).

Stupid, stupid technology.

I'm headin' to NYC this weekend to visit Thode in her new digs. We have no real plans set except for her taking me to all her favorite places. And some pizza might be nice.

Catch the fev-ah!

Congrats to my adopted home team, The Chicago Bears, for making it to the SuperBowl! Now I hope you guys win so we don't have to keep listening to the "SuperBowl Shuffle," which has been on constant repeat since '85. You know Kanye's in the studio right now working on the updated version, but is having a helluva time figuring out what rhymes with "Urlacher."

My date last night wasn't in rehab or jail like I know you were all hoping (heh) - just figuring out his feelings for some other broad and didn't want to drag me into that (thank you!). We went out for dinner and then to see some hair metal cover band. After he asked me to go, he told me he had some remorse ("I asked her to go to THAT?") However, I personally prefer to get to know someone while a Tesla ballad plays in the background, so it worked out. He called this morning to make sure I got home okay and asked to go out again sometime soon. Fun!

Last night I received a random phone call from a guy that I met like, 3 weeks ago. When he told me his name, I tried to play along as best as I could with the conversation - reaching for a branch - SOMETHING - that would light the face to his name. I imagine this is what dating is like at 80. Finally I just had to say, "You know, I'm really sorry, but I am having the hardest time remembering who you are." When he described where we met and that we danced (yes, dancing was involved) I immediately remembered and then jokingly asked, "Where have you been?" His response was, "I wasn't in a very good place at the time."

What does that mean, exactly? Another relationship? Jail? It was probably jail.

We're going out tomorrow.

I ain't got shit for you people today. I went out with friends of mine that I knew/lived with in England last night, but you don't care about that, do you? There are no photos since you know how I feel about taking pictures in restaurants. And there was no sex, drugs, or rock and roll, so really, you don't care. Hence, no post today.

Sorry Charlies. Maybe tonight I'll snort coke off of a hooker's ass and have a helluva post for you tomorrow, but today, nada.

Ok, I cried during America Ferrara's (from "Ugly Betty") Golden Globes speech last night and I don't even watch that show! God! I decided to switch to MTV's "My Super Sweet 16" and the new season of "The Hills." You just can't cry for rich white kids as easily, no matter how much they whine.

Yesterday (as I was in the shower) my carbon monoxide detector went off. Yeah. So I shimmy out of the shower, swearing and naked, grab a chair to stand on so I can dismantle the detector. It was quite the show you missed. At any rate, instead of calling my landlord to let him know, "Hey, I might pass out and die soon, so you might want to get my radiators checked out" I instead decide to keep an eye on Wally to see if he's looking woozy.

Worst kitty owner ever.

At any rate, obviously we made it out alive last night as I'm writing this post to you today. Looks like it was probably just the battery dying. All good now.



Does he look woozy to you?

You know what's fucked up? (Besides GWB's speech last night) When a guy you dated 6 months ago is already engaged to someone else. Remember the dude who was into Ann Coulter and I had to dump him? Him!

No real loss there, kids. Except when they start breeding.

Remember that person from work that I told you was having a nervous breakdown? Well, we went out for drinks last Friday (ha! I actually encouraged the 'drink your woes away for a week and then pull yourself together' - and you thought I was joking). Anyway, I'm not the type of person to be 'buddy-buddy' with co-workers (as my boss has said in the past - "You don't piss where you drink"), and I've learned my lesson from past experiences. However, I genuinely enjoy this person's company and I like hanging out with them. However, there's that fine line between being co-workers and friends that I feel weird about. Especially if you have to tell them to do tasks at work. I don't know. Should I pull a Britney and tell this Paris that it's nothing personal, but for our careers we just can't hang out anymore?

I really need to stop reading US Weekly.

I'm not saying it's right, but I'm not exactly surprised.

I think I saw a guy I used to date on I-290 today. It was kinda weird because we were doing that cat and mouse speed up/slow down thing and then he waved as he was getting off at his exit. I've run into people I'd rather not usually when I'm walking home from the gym, sweaty and looking like ass, but not in a moving vehicle. Weird.

I just found out a good friend/former roommate of mine who I lived with in England is getting married next New Year's Eve in Hawaii! I've been invited (already) so I guess I have my New Year's '08 plans set already. I've actually never been there, so I'm looking forward to seeing somewhere new. Yay!

Now, I can't quite put my finger on it, but Hillary Swank's new movie "Freedom Writers" reminds me an awful lot of another movie.

Hmmmm....



Oh yeah...

Common is the new Coolio!

The past weekend's activities went a little something like this:

1) Stay out until 3 AM.
2) Wake up.
3) Pop some aspirin and recover.
4) Repeat.

Granted, Saturday was a good friend's 30th birthday party, but I should probably slow'r down a bit before I accidentally show my crotch on PerezHilton.com. I kid.

Our NJ office was able to get a little PR for one of our agency's clients by placing their product on ABC's "The View" today. A company email was sent out on Friday informing everyone of that this would be happening - just an FYI sort-of-thing. My boss jokingly sent out an email to our immediate team that we should stay home and come in late "in support" of this random client that none of us have any contact with. It was obvious to all of us that she was joking.

This morning, we notice one girl didn't show up for work and didn't call in sick. We were a little worried about her, so my boss called her and she actually stayed in today to watch "The View." Oh my god. Apparently sarcasm doesn't work so well for some via email.

The girl isn't even blonde.

Ok, while sitting here working, I just accidentally drooled on myself. Seriously, how does that happen without being on any sort of massive medication?

Welcome, Friday. I've missed you.

Everything I want to talk about today is work-related, and I'm extremely hesitant to do that, which sucks. Let's just say mental breakdowns (not mine) are involved. I have been chosen to be the "listening friend" to help this person through this. I don't know if I should really be in this role because I encourage things like, "Bah! Just go drink your woes away for, like, a week or so. You'll be FINE."

This is why I never became a psychiatrist.

I'm not kidding, there's this chick at work who is now playing The Fray's, "How to Save a Life," for the fucking 7th time today. It's right up there with James Blunt's "Beautiful," and I'M ABOUT TO GO INTO ORBIT.

(that was for you, Beth)

Every now and again, I like to check The Sheboygan Press to see what's going on in my hometown. It honestly never disappoints. Hard hitting journalism at its finest.

If drunk driving is considered a sport in my hometown, then this guy is an Olympian.

Today was company Christmas bonus day. We all gathered, listened to the state of the company address, snored, and then they gave each of us cash. Mine is going toward my 30th birthday party deposit, which I'm really excited about. I don't know why, but I just have a feeling this is going to be my best year yet. Call it a self-fulfilling prophecy, but ever since I was a little kid, I've always felt/known that shit wouldn't get good until my 30s.

Isn't it after you write a post like this that you inevitably get hit by a truck while crossing the street?

Happy New Year! Hope you had a good one. Sadly, this is one of the more sober looking photos I have. My friend, Kat, (middle) drove into town from Michigan last night and we went out to Cherry Red to ring in the new year. I took full advantage of the Bombay Sapphire gin and tonics all night, and I'm glad I did because I barely had a hangover today. Kat...not so fortunate. The evening ended at the 5-star dining establishment, La Bamba, where I dined on a mini burrito. In all seriousness, Kat asked for a quesadilla without cheese. When that starts to make sense...you know it's time to go home.

Happy New Year!

I'll admit, I teared up when I saw this clip.



Don't go.