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a happy but sad hour

Know how I know I might have had too many beers at Happy Hour? I just typed this: http://www/[ozzajit/cp, — what does that even mean?

I had Happy Hour with my department tonight. It’s a little sad, because we were saying goodbye to one of my favorite co-workers, who happens to be moving to Kentucky. Kentucky is far! So we had beers to celebrate. And it was good. I think I take for granted a lot the fact that I work in such a small department that has such dynamic individuals. Tonight reminded me of that and it was super awesome.

Now we’re waiting for pizza to get there, watching the American Idol finale, and we’re supposed to be packing for camping. I’m not sure if that’s going to happen. I just know it needs to happen.

look! i’m giving you something!

I’ve stolen this meme from My Canadian Friend, but it’s kind of an exciting one.

The first six (6) people to respond to this post will get something made by me. It will be about or tailored to those six who respond first.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

• I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
• What I create will be just for you.
• It’ll be done this year.
• You have no clue what it’s going to be. It may be a mix CD. It may be a story. I may build something. I might bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that’s for sure!
• I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? You have to put this in your journal as well, if you expect me to do something for you!

First six people, just leave an email address or something so I can get your address from you! I’m kind of excited to exercise the creative bone(s) I may or may not have had for quite some time.

been a while since i’ve posted like this!

Hello ladies.

Hello ladies.

Hello ladies.

It’s been 12 minutes since my last drink. And it, my friends, was a blonde headed slut. Not like many of my friends who have blonde hair and sleep with a lot of dudes. Or maybe ladies. But more like a redheaded slut (again having nothing to do with The General, The Cuz, or any other redhead I know), except minus the cranberry juice and add pineapple juice instead.

I missed the Red Dragon. I’m not sure what I missed about it. The douchey crowd, the expensive (and very strong) drinks, or perhaps the ladies room, where you never know what might happen. Last time we were there, some tall drink of water almost punched me in head because I was trying to pick up her lip gloss off the floor. I’m not kidding. It happened.

The worst that happened tonight in said ladies room? Jenni and I had didn’t have toilet paper. So we wiggled it dry. I don’t know how effective that was.

Maybe I’ll go shower.

prompt from holidailies saves the day (or hangover bars!)

It’s the holiday season, which means it’s also potluck season. We had our first small department wide potluck earlier this week, where I The General made brownies courtesy of a box mix by my friends at Ghirardelli. C’mon, someone else made li’l smokes and tortilla roll ups, so I was limited.

Now, we have a company wide one. Granted, my company’s not that big, but I’d still feel like a tool if I brought another box mix of brownies… even though they were only $2/box.

Cindi mentioned baking tonight via Twitter, and when Cindi mentions baking, I automatically think of her baking HANGOVER BARS. Although, I’m sure her baking talent reaches a bit beyond that. I made her send me the recipe tonight, just as an idea of something to make next week. Lucky for me the Holidailies’ prompted just happened to coincide with that, or else I’d be screwed with no post tonight.

They’re apparently really called Club Cracker Bars, but were dubbed Hangover Bars since they cured a post-party hangover of Matt’s. And here’s the recipe:

1/2 c. butter
1/4 c. milk
1/2 c. sugar
2/3 c. brown sugar
1 c. graham cracker crumbs
Keebler Club Crackers

FROSTING:
1/2 c. chocolate chips
1/2 c. butterscotch chips
2/3 c. peanut butter

Bring to boil for 5 minutes the first 5 ingredients, stirring constantly in a heavy bottom pan.

Line bottom of 9 x 13 inch pan with Club crackers. Pour filling over top. Put another layer of crackers. Melt chips and peanut butter; spread it over 2nd layer of crackers. Cool 45 minutes.

hot pockets

I left work early Friday night (since I worked the Sunday prior) and headed to The 3 Day Safety Crew Happy Hour in Bloomington. Turns out, Jenni and I were the only people that showed up from the Sweep Team. We had a drink and then headed out. Later that night, we convened at Matt and Jenni’s new house for the tour (which is fantastic) and then over to Matt’s current apartment for dinner and the Gophers hockey game. We watched the game and then laughed so hard at the following, we had trouble breathing:

1. Jim Gaffigan’s Hot Pocket bit (?hot pocket?) “Was there some guy in a marketing meeting, “Hey I have an idea how about we fill a pop tart full of nasty meat and cook it in a sleeve thing?”
2. This exact World of Wireless commercial. WOUCH.
3. We refilled an airplane bottle of vodka and watched as Cindi smelled it and then poured it in her Buddy’s Orange Soda, all the while thinking it was fancy Absolut Mandarin. The real vodka was in my glass of Ginger Ale, along with some peach schnapps.

When it was discovered I’d never scene Goonies, Matt found his free on-demand movies. We couldn’t decide between Kingpin, American Pimp, Ernest Goes to [Everything], and Gone in 60 Seconds. Luckily, Comcast is a giant piece of shit and none of them worked.

Hot pockets.

master kingpin

I’ve been subbing in the Pizza and Beer Bowling League at Southtown Lanes for the past few weeks. I’ve bowled on a couple of different teams, and mainly go because for $13/week, I get beer, pizza, and three games of bowling. That’s a hell of a deal.

The first week I bowled, I think I was very excited to bowl triple digits. I get frustrated at bowling pretty regularly, because I know *how* to do it; I just sometimes execute poorly. And I’m finally realizing it was just because I usually only bowl when I’ve nothing better to do or just want to be taking part in a physical activity will drinking the beer.

Last night, my average was 142. The week prior to that, my average was 128, including one game where I bowled a 169 (and achieved my first turkey ever). And two weeks before that? 114.

I’m tempted to make The General get up early Sunday morning and go bowling, where the games are only 99 cents before noon since I won’t be substitute bowling this coming Wednesday. Although, it usually winds up with The General getting up WAY before me.

happy housewarming, hosers

Jenni and Matt are moving into their new place next weekend to make their living in sin completely official. The General and I have been recruited to help (and I pretty much owe Jenni for two moves anyway, so I’m completely indebted to help haul things around Minneapolis for a weekend). And since they’re moving, I figure I owe them some type of Housewarming Gift, right? That’s where you’re wrong. It’s that time of year where they’re getting halloween gifts. That’s the right thing to do.

To me, nothing says “hello”, “congrats on your new house”, and “LOVE YOU GUYS” quite like a scarecrow with a pretty straw hat. Oh, you guys will thank me later. I’m certain of it.

smashing pumpkins

Over the past month or so, I’ve slowly learned that The General might possibly be obsessed with Halloween. I’ve never had any of my own Halloween Decorations, because who would see them besides me, right? And we all know Riley doesn’t need anything else to pull down off of the table, right? The last time we walked down the Target Halloween aisle, I thought I was going to have to either whip out the emergency credit card or cause a domestic disturbance, depending on how generous I was feeling. We had a discussion last night at dinner about how I’m close to a second class citizen for never seeing The Nightmare Before Christmas!

But I think I’ve found a way to make us both happy. I think we should throw a pumpkin carving party. We could invite all of our best friends over sometime before Halloween gets here, supply them with large pumpkins, extremely sharp knives, and let them go to down. Knowing our friends, there will most definitely be alcohol involved. And since we live on the third floor, this combination suddenly reminds me of one of those David Letterman episodes my cousin used to let me stay up and watch when she babysat me 20 some years ago.

Except there’d probably be fewer television cameras and more landlords kicking us out to the curb. Although it’d be fun to give it a try.

just like on kingpin

A few weeks ago, I made a horrible attempt at trying to talk two more people into joining The General and I in the same bowling league that Matt and Jenni joined this year. I failed miserably, but for the past two weeks, I’ve been filling in people that have been out for whatever reason. Prior to that, I think the last time I’d bowled was my birthday back in March.

I’ve always thought joining a bowling league would be a good idea. I love bowling a lot; I’m just sort of horrible at it. Or maybe just not as good as I wish I was.

Each week, in this league, you bowl three games, and also get pizza and beer, for $13. Good deal, right? And I’d actually pay $13/week just to observe all the a-holes that are also in this league.

My scores have looked like the following:

Week 1: 96, 79, and 141 (average of 105)
Week 2: 116, 123, and 103 (average of 114)

So I’m improving! And also, why the hell do I not get the full concept of bowling? Is it really that hard??

back at the townhouse

The General and I went to the Townhouse last night. We decided on the way there that we hadn’t been there for just about two months. The last time we were there, I vowed that I didn’t want to go back for a while on account of two people (both of which we met for the first time that night) were total asses (to put it lightly) and I didn’t really want to hang out with people that in my free time.

We went back last night for a drag show that we both love, and had a great time. There ended up being a ton of people there that I know, and we got to see two of my most favorite performers ever. A co-worker of mine was there – he asked me on Friday what I was doing Saturday night and it just so happened that we both had plans to go to the same bar. So, it was super fun to hang out with him for a limited amount of time outside of work.

Someone I’d briefly been talking to before The General and I got together ended up being there and sitting in the table next to us. It was kind of awesome to finally meet face to face. And my old recruiter ended up showing up with her entourage. Of course Jessie was there, which always makes for an awesome night.

It was great to go back without the drama that was there last time. There’s a show there I want to see next Friday, but we have The Kid. If I can come up with a fake ID, I’m totally taking him with me.