Memo to self

• mr. mini-guy
  
• mr. guy gets no love
  
• sour cream bar dogs
  
• slow slow slow Greek dining
  
• Cabo Wabo
  
• absinthe
  
• bestest friends on Earth
  
• stepping towards getting my Puerto Rico ON
  
• another J
  
• Krispy Kreme

It's my birthday!

Let the quarter-life crisis give me it's best shot. I'm ready.

Bring it.

Day 1 of the extravaganza: Mortal Coil tonight! Anyone want to buy me a Step Into The Light? They're my favorite.

Where is the love?

Not my favorite song, but whatever.

I got home too late. Logged onto Ticketmaster and tried to snag myself some Black Eyed Peas tickets.

SOLD OUT *sobs*

I hope my brother has some better news when I have a chance to talk to him.

Took a little jaunt to Market Mall today. Thankfully they had one last pair of my favorite fishnets (the ones with the chainlink pattern super imposed over the basic net) 'cuz my first pair got snagged at work the other night. I had never been so sad over a pair of fishnets. I'm so happy I have a replacement now.

And for some reason the Market Mall location of my store has the Initial It bags by Nine West. Remember? The one I was lusting over with the pink L in the bottom corner? Unfortunately they only had one red and one blue L left, no pink. That's alright 'cuz those are both prominent in my wardrobe. These ones were the bigger totes...80.00. I was thisclose to just coughing up the money for the purse, but I refrained. I know I'll regret it later.

I just got great news that I've got even more friends joining more of my birthday extravaganza than I had anticipated. You have no idea how excited I am, nor how happy this makes me feel. I can't wait for it all to begin.

Countdown

Wow, 2 more days and I'll be 25...and thus the birthday extravaganza will bust out in full effect!

I spent this morning scanning our entire 8th grade yearbook for a friend of mine who has since moved to the States (and is getting married!) Talk about memory lane...I can't believe this book encapsulated who I was almost 10 years ago. *shudders*

I was in a "smiling is not sexy" phase. And as a result I look jaded in all my pictures. I wish someone would have clued me in. I smiled for my yearbook pic, but all other pics? No smile. You gets no love.

Wow, junior high.

Don't laugh!

Joe wants to pick on me 'cuz I love D12's song "My Band."

I miss Eminem. I looooove him. This song makes me laugh all over again. The video cracked me up. Is that so wrong? It upsets me that Eminem isn't working on any new CDs so D12 is all I have to look forward to.

Come on, like you don't smile when he dons that dumb matador outfit and sings "My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance and take off their underpants...my salsa...my salsa salsa sal sal sa salsa salsa."

Love it. LOVE IT!

And I'm also loving my computer wallpaper. Everytime I turn on my computer my darling Vin glowers at me with those smoldering eyes and yummy bulging arms. Vin, I love you! You are mine!

Luck is no lady

It would appear to me that Destiny and I are playing phone tag with one another. I always seem to be one step behind Opportunity no matter what I do.

For instance, last night the girls and I were racking our brains for something to do. All of a sudden I had the urge to go play some slots. We're not big on casinos, maybe going once a year just because. But truth be told, I feel my friends and I are getting a bit stuck on a routine. I love spending time with my friends, but lately it seems like it's always the same activity, different locale. (ie. Drinking in establishments where the music is at just the right volume where friendly conversation becomes a chore.) So when Daisy griped that there was nothing to do in this city late at night I wanted to disagree. There are several options out there late at night, it's just that we're becoming narrow-minded as to what we do with our evenings.

Which reminds me: I can't wait till Latina comes back to town so I can go rollerskating with pals.

Anyway, I digress. My suggestion of playing slots was shot down 'cuz my girls wanted to go drink. And you know what I read in the paper the following morning? Some lady won over a million dollars (a million four hundred forty two thousand if I remember correctly) on the slots Friday night. I was grief-stricken. That could have been me! ME!!! But then I realized I had wanted to play slots on a Saturday night and she won the night before. You see...Luck and I are seriously experiencing a lack of communication here.

Ok, so nothing new done on Saturday. But perhaps our repetitive activities are our own fault for not accepting invitations to do new, extraordinary activities. *sarcastic* Like hiking up a mountain (though, according to the guy, Bizkette is supposedly scared of mountains) or mountain biking. I mean come on, when was the last time us 3 girls went to Banff with some random guy from the pub?!

Then Bizkette burned him and his constant inviting-to-Banff ass by pointing out that he probably didn't even remember our names at this point and for all he knew we could be some psycho killer bitches. Touche, my feisty on-the-ball amiga.

Then he changed his tactic from inviting us to Banff to inviting us to carry on the fun over at Detour (FYI: Detour is one of Calgary's gay bars and was just down the block from where we were that night.) 'Cuz obviously if we didn't want to go frolic on the mountainside with him then clearly we must have all been lesbians. For the record, I've heard Detour is a fun place to go for everyone, whether gay or straight. Though I can't imagine hetero men lining up to get in....usually they're kinda homophobic. But straight ladies have a blast, I've heard. A bit uncomfy sometimes when another woman tries to pick you up, I imagine, but generally it's a good time without the hassles of gropey guys. But anyway, yeah, not going anywhere with mr mountain-man. Darn, there we are again not taking up opportunities for new experiences!

Kinda bummed when Daisy and Bizkette had a conversation together leaving me to carry on the dialogue with the weird guy (like I said, loud music=too much effort to speak). I was almost bored to death, and yet he seemed very passionate about his whole hatred for the corporate bigwigs and blah blah blah. *valley-girl style* WHATever.

All that mess just made me wish I could have been having a convo with mr. guy instead. This bodes very bad for me since it just goes to show I'm becoming attached to him. But hey, at least I enjoy what he says and our convos are less of a struggle. Could be the absence of loudness whenever we get together...nah, it's more than that.

Look at me all complaining about the loudness *giggles* and yet this coming weekend is my birthday extravaganza complete with lounging one night and clubbing the next. I'm thankful all my nearest and dearest will be at dinner though, we can have a great conversation then.

I don't know what to believe

I'm hoping one of you fitness buffs can help me figure this one out.

I like pushing myself when I do my cardio. It's satisfying 'cuz I think I'm working my body hard and blah blah blah.

And then I read in my Cosmo that most women work out too hard and when you do that you end up using up blood sugar instead of calories/fat/whatever, I forget. So apparently I'm supposed to work at my target heart rate and nothing more. 180 minus my age so we're looking at 156 soon to be 155 *sigh*

I tried that yesterday, and while I had to slow myself down to keep my heart rate level I did find it more difficult to maintain than if I just went all hardcore on the machine. But also as a result the machine told me that I had burned 10 calories less during those 20 minutes than I'm used to.

So are they right or what? Can someone tell me this for sure?

I'm gonna get some tiramisu soon. I can feel it. *dances around giddy* As if as an answer to my yearnings I received a birthday card from Sunterra Market the other day. In the birthday card was a little voucher for a free slice of cake and coffee as a birthday present. I'm sooooooo there.

I also had a strange dream the other night (this tiramisu deficiency is affecting my whole life, I tell you). I was *cough* going down on this guy in my dream. I don't recognize him at all, but it was apparent we had been going out for a while. And when he "finished" his stuffs tasted like tiramisu. Yeah. Needless to say I was pleasantly surprised and professed my undying devotion to him and whatever.

There is a man out there for me yet. *giggles*

And in other news I ran into an old acquaintance the other day. The catty side of me was thrilled 'cuz it made me feel real good about myself. I kind of miss the days when I wasn't the biggest girl in my group of friends. Felt sexy getting that reminder that I'm sooooo not that bad. :)

Alright, I'm gone.

"If I go there will be trouble an' if I stay it will be double."

I love that line. Luckily, Daisy doesn't tire of hearing that song either when we're driving around.

Should I Stay or Should I Go? by The Clash

Darling you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?

It's always tease tease tease
(Siempre coqetiando y enganyando)
You're happy when I'm on my knees
(Me arrodilla y estas feliz)
One day is fine, next is black
(Un dias bien el otro negro)
So if you want me off your back
(Al rededar en tu espalda)
Well come on and let me know
(Me tienes que desir)
Should I Stay or should I go?
(Me debo ir o que darme)

Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know

This indecision's bugging me
(Esta undecision me molesta)
If you don't want me, set me free
(Si no me quieres, librame)
Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be
(Diga me que tengo ser)
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
(¿Saves que robas me queurda?)
Come on and let me know
(Me tienes que desir)
Should I cool it or should I blow?
(¿Me debo ir o quedarme?)

Should I stay or should I go now?
(¿Yo me frio o lo sophlo?)
If I go there will be trouble
(Si me voy va ver peligro)
And if I stay it will be double
(Si me quedo es doble)
So you gotta let me know
(Me tienes que decir)
Should I stay or should I go?
(¿Yo me frio o lo sophlo?)

Happy birthday, daddy!

Love ya love ya love ya lots!

Withdrawal

It has been the greater part of a year, I'm sure, since I've had a top-notch piece of tiramisu. The last time I had an awesome slice was at Sunterra Market, which can only mean I was still working at the travel agency...which means last June was the latest I had some quality goodness.

Why? How can this be? This calls for some serious action. I may have to make a special trip to Sunterra just to get a slice of heaven. But when?

Civic and I once had a discussion about what I'm looking for in a guy. I jokingly (though it's a serious matter now that I look back on it) said that I would marry the man who could whip me up some kickass tiramisu. My husband just has to keep dishing that stuffs out and I'd be faithful forever.

Mr guy is part-Italian and loves to cook. BUT he didn't say he loves to bake. Please tell me Italian men know how to make tiramisu. If they don't know how then I don't know of any other men who would be more likely to know.

Or I may just have to jump the guy behind the Sunterra counter.

Doth mine eyes deceive me?

So Saturday night with Daisy and Civic during our stroll from Melrose to Badass Jack's my eyes instinctively turned to the sell-off board of STA Travel.

Hold up a second...98 dollars round trip to Cuba? Nu uh!

So I pointed out the crazy figure to my companions. Daisy ran up to the window for closer inspection. Surely a digit must have fallen to the floor by accident!

It didn't look like it was amiss. Our minds started reeling over the possibilities. Who needs a hotel? We'll camp out on the beach! I'm off until Wednesday, who's with me? Ok, Daisy's free after Monday afternoon!

Unfortunately, the travel agency was closed until today. I suspect the fare was being offered by a charter. And if that's the case that sale price would be for the flight departing Saturday (the night we saw it) for one week. Also, STA Travel caters mostly to students and I've never heard of a student fare to Cuba for that cheap...and student fares never go on sale. I'd be out of luck since I don't qualify for an ISIC (International Student Identity Card) any longer. For shame!

I never called them, but it was nice to dream about it for a while. Mijo would be sooooooo jealous. :)

And then he'd probably go and make me jealous by getting himself to Puerto Rico.

Another lackadaisical day. Had an alright workout. By alright I mean that I couldn't spend 20 minutes on the elliptical trainer just how I like it since they were all occupied (grrrr) so I had to waste it by splitting 10 minutes on the stationary bike and 10 minutes finally on my elliptical. I don't know why the ladies bother with the bike...it's such a waste of time. Came home, lunch, showered, then ran out to do a few errands. I had to buy a new battery for my cordless phone. I was tempted to buy this new cordless I've been wanting but 23 dollars for a battery for a phone that is still functioning is more sensible than shelling out 90 dollars for a new fancy schmancy phone and not knowing what to do with the old one. Goodness, did I just say "sensible?" Geez. Besides, I'm not home enough to get much use out of a landline anyway.

I convinced my mom to let me replace our mangy old coffee maker with one of the new ones we/they received for Christmas/their anniversary. I am in love with this coffee machine. It has this Flavor Plus button that causes the water to steep in the grounds longer than normal before releasing it into the carafe. Mmmmm, the smell of that in the morning is soooo soooo inviting. I'm a big Flavor Plus fan. My dad, on the other hand, feels that the Flavor Plus option makes the coffee too strong. Sigh, can't win them all. Oh yeah, it's got a timer, too, babeeeee! No more having to wait for the coffee in the morning. *does a little dance*

My little Hello Kitty dangle for my cell phone fell off somewhere during today's travels. I'm choked. My brother got that for me from Vancouver. Gah, I knew that would happen.

Think pink

So...I've gotten my act together and I can officially say that another Purse Week has begun here at Bellini-induced Brain Freeze.

I don't think this picture does my latest purse justice. It's baby pink with white contrast edging. My cell phone, with a bit of a squeeze, fits into either one of the cargo pockets nicely. And each pocket has a nice slide-lock buckle closure. The strap's connected to the purse by metal rings and the price was agreeable (it's a Frankie and Johnnie so need I say more?)

Yeah, so I'm sure you're all bored now. :) I'm just loving the pink more than ever this season. Part of it is probably 'cuz I'm missing hanging out with my best friend. What with school and my goddaughter and work we just don't have a lot of time to spend together in person anymore. Posie is the queen of pink, I kid you not. And besides, pink is just so spring, so girly, so cute.

I was surprised, but super impressed, that Bizkette is loving pink these days, too. Yay for pink!

For the record, The Chocolate Bar has the crappiest tiramisu I've ever had. Crappiest. I was dejected. Chocolate Bar, what happened?

And my Spanish coffee wasn't all that great, either.

And Badass Jack's has the crappiest Cafe Mocha I've ever had. I'll stick to my tried and true Polar Bear from now on. Forget the Cafe Mocha.

Also, who would've thought that all these times I've gone to Melrose Cafe I've never ordered iced tea. The other night I did just that and they served me a glass of ice and a lemon and a bottle of Lipton Lemon Iced Tea to dispense at my leisure. The cost for this bottle of iced tea? 3.25. Remind me to never do that again. My iced tea cost the same as Daisy's massive Cafe Mocha. And I bet Melrose's Cafe Mocha is sooooo much better than Badass'.

Their Chicken Flatbread? Very very good. Always finding something new to try at Melrose.

I can't wait till their patio opens for the season. They have one of the cutest patios around. That and the people-watching there can't be beat. People-watching Uptown is fantastic.

Kobe beef

I'm a bit late on this, but a few days ago in the paper I saw an article (in the Calgary Sun, I believe, which is pretty tabloid-like on its own) about how some popular tabloid had acquired pictures of Kobe Bryant's accuser that Kobe's lawyers believe could help him out. They're betting these photos would damage her character and reputation. Yeah, alright, her and a bunch of girls having a drunken good time. Ok, her and some guy grinding it out on a dance floor.

And then I actually read the article...and it says those pictures were taken at Outlaws during a trip the accuser made to Calgary 3 (or was it 5?) weeks after the alleged assault took place.

That made me burst into hysteric laughter. If only the jury at the trial knew...Kobe would be a free man with barely any questions asked. This girl was at Outlaws?! Then there is no way she's the poor innocent victim she's claiming to be.

Outlaws...ugh. Nothing good or classy ever comes from that establishment.

All clear

Another successful checkup at the cancer centre. I can't believe it's been 2 years already. Neither can they. I have now graduated to yearly checkups instead of every six months. Hooray! Except for the cancer dentist guy. I still have to see him six months from now.

We ran into my brother's friend in the waiting room. Small world. He's the friend who has a recurrence in his cancer. To make the world even smaller, it turns out that he had my doctor as his surgeon way back when and...get this...he also turned out to be the guy from Halifax that my doc referred me to if I wanted to talk to anyone who had gone through the same situation as I had. (I never did call him 'cuz thanks to my family and friends, and getting to ask Kelly questions about her experiences, I got all the answers and support I wanted.) Unfortunately running into him was also a bit discouraging. I mean, if he has the same cancer as me and it first occurred in a salivary gland (I don't think his was parotid) like mine did then...well, it was just disappointing to think about. *sigh* I wish him well and the best of luck.

The nurse looked at my charts and commented that I've lost 5 kg since my last visit 6 months ago. Woo hoo! Although I could also say "yikes" 'cuz I think that would have been my heaviest point yet...and thinking of me now but adding 5 kg more...that's scary. I wish I had kept off all the weight I had lost during radiation...but actually being able to enjoy all the food I loved and missed was too good to pass up.

Mr guy says he's gonna take me to the gym sometime to help me improve my workout. It's just taking up so much of my time now (my discman runs through Elephunk more than 2 times during my workout!) so I really have to cut down on the time it takes. Anyway, we'll see if he actually keeps his word. Not to be cynical or anything. No no.

The day that wouldn't end

I had a wonderful workout today.

It was also cheap movie Tuesday so I invited my mom to come see The Passion of The Christ. As you all know, I'm a big wuss...and this movie ranks high on my fear-o-meter. But it seemed as if all the "good Christians" have already gone and seen it, not to mention my mom was making me feel very guilty for not seeing it (not like it's Sunday mass or actually spending some time reading the Bible) so I went.

Well done. There were a few scenes where I had to look away or even cover my eyes. I felt so uncomfortable, but that's what made the movie so good.

And the devil! Oh man, she freaked me out, as she should. Her and that creepy baby...and those crazy kids! *goosebumps* But I digress.

So anyway, we went to an afternoon showing. It was timed as such that my brother could conveniently pick us up on his way home from the university. But then his lab was a long one today...so we had to entertain ourselves for an hour or so. This may come as a shock but I am soooooo sick of my mall (which could be related to me being sooooo sick of my store.) So, fine, an hour killing time in the mall with my mom. No problem, but there's nothing new I haven't seen already.

An hour turned into 2 hours. I was starving so we went to McDonald's after he finally came and got us.

And I mean, after seeing a movie like The Passion, you just don't feel like doing much of anything. My mom and I were just trudging along wanting to go home for the longest time. If we had taken the bus (like I had wanted to/expected) we would have been home so much earlier.

To make my mood even worse, I had to cut my convo with mr. guy short (he called while I was with my mom) until I got home. Then when I finally got home and called I got his voicemail. And I'm reaaaaaaally curious as to what he did this weekend if he didn't go up to see his mom like he had said he would. And I know it's none of my business 'cuz we're not even really an item or anything like that but still. So many questions. No answers. When can I get the scoop?

*yawns*

I'm so sleepy-tired. I can't blog tonight.

Good night.

Stop

My body wanted to vote me off the island for abusing it this weekend. We're on good terms again now, though.

Sorry, haven't had the time to get together the purses for this week so we'll be starting that a day or so late.

Friday was a great night. I got to chill with the girls again and aqua_angel was with us! Our mission? To find out the meaning of the "red orb."

The other week when we were driving down Uptown - Daisy, Bizkette, and I - we saw this glowing red orb inside the glass entrance of some establishment on the street. With our curiosity piqued we decided to walk down this week to see what it was all about. There was no name on the outside so we didn't even know what to call the place.

Turns out it's a lounge. And the fact that it has no name is intentional, apparently. Pretty standard prices for drinks. My chambord royale cost 9 dollars. The DJ was alright. I think it'll be a lot better once they start expanding their martini offerings but it's a great start.

We tried to grab some noshies at The Arden after our drinks but it was already closed. So on we went to the BP's next door. It was already 12:30 am and yours truly had the opening shift again for Saturday. I'm hopeless. :) Didn't get home till 3 this time around. Paaaaaaain come Saturday morning.

I was in a general state of malaise. My entire being was so miserable I felt like I should be sick. DJ Chico was going to teach Peru-girl how to spin at SoHo that night...but right from the start of the day I knew I wasn't going to make it out to see her.

But that was alright, that night she called my celly and we both confessed we weren't going to show up. Worked out well for me 'cuz I'd like to be there to support her spinning debut.

Daisy and I had appointments for makeovers with the Clinique ladies that night. The idea was we were going to take advantage of our dolled up states and go out on the town afterwards...but after Friday night and my resultant exhaustion I voted for a tamer evening.

I'm glad we didn't go out anywhere special. I usually love the Clinique girls' work but this time around I ended up with a consultant who just wasn't my style. I loved what she did to my eyes but she used BLUSH on me! Augh. I felt so out of it. Thank goodness I didn't run into anyone that I would be embarassed in front of.

It was fate for us to stay close to home. I had been wanting to try this little restaurant, Los Mariachis, for a while now and Saturday night we had an opportunity to do just that.

What a wonderful find! They had foods I had never heard of before. Such a quaint little place; I would say it seats 40 people max. Two (Mexican?) guys were running the place while we were there, possibly a father and son.

She tried the flautas and I had the totopos. Both were good but I think we both agreed that her flautas were the better of the two. She also discovered pickled jalapeno peppers. We'll have to bring Bizkette with us next time. Daisy is convinced she'll love them.

The flan? Sooooooo good.

All told I was in bed by 11 and I just blacked out after that. Definitely much needed sleep. Nevertheless, another beautiful weekend.

"These are a few of my favorite things."

Inspired by reading here and here.

100 things that make me happy. (no particular order)

1. Saturday Night Fever
   
2. Fudgsicles
   
3. Dancing
   
4. My family
   
5. My friends
   
6. Tiramisu!
   
7. My godchildren
   
8. Catching up with friends
   
9. Sangria
   
10. Bellinis
    
11. Mojitos
    
12. Purses!
    
13. A great workout
    
14. Dance Dance Revolution
    
15. Bubble tea
    
16. Ice cream
    
17. Philly cheesesteaks
    
18. Quesadillas
    
19. New shoes
    
20. Message t's
    
21. Vin Diesel in The Fast and the Furious
    
22. Roller coasters
    
23. Hello Kitty
    
24. Boyz II Men
    
25. Rumpshaker by Wrexx N Effect
    
26. Falafels
    
27. Fresh Prince of Bel Air reruns
    
28. Sake
    
29. Sushi
    
30. Tempura
    
31. Spending a day Uptown
    
32. Discovering new restaurants
    
33. Powerpuff Girls
    
34. Karaoke
    
35. Compliments
    
36. Being treated like a lady
    
37. Girls' Night Out
    
38. Hot boys with the muscles
    
39. Volkswagen Beetles
    
40. Volkswagen New Beetles
    
41. Volkswagen Golfs
    
42. Volkswagen Jettas
    
43. Volkswagen Things
    
44. Tim Horton's iced cappuccino
    
45. McDonald's Kids Mac Happy Meals
    
46. Missy Elliott
    
47. Dreaming of New York City
    
48. Dreaming of Puerto Rico
    
49. New Kids On The Block
    
50. Chupa Chup lollipops in ice cream or fruit flavors
    
51. Learning a new dance
    
52. Korean BBQ
    
53. Spring
    
54. The Internet
    
55. Lychees straight from the fridge
    
56. Halo-halo
    
57. The pleasant soreness after a good workout/night of dancing
    
58. Watching Friends
    
59. Snatch
    
60. Benny & Joon
    
61. Hot boys with the buzzed hair
    
62. Fish and chips
    
63. Coffee tequila
    
64. Watermelon tequila
    
65. 80s music
    
66. Disco
    
67. Roller skates
    
68. Tupac's California Love
    
69. How Deep Is Your Love? by the Bee Gees
    
70. A day out just the siblings and me
    
71. Coffee breaks with the parents
    
72. Cultural events in the city
    
73. Running into people from back in the day
    
74. Cheesecake
    
75. Sheep stuffed animals
    
76. ElimiDate
    
77. Eggs Benedict
    
78. Tzatziki sauce
    
79. Baba Gannoush
    
80. Gyros
    
81. Photos
    
82. Jon B.
    
83. Spanish
    
84. Groove Armada
    
85. Madonna's Immaculate Collection CD
    
86. Finding money in a purse I haven't used in a while
    
87. Babies
    
88. Lucy Pearl before Dawn Robinson left
    
89. Ube and macapuno cakes
    
90. Calamari
    
91. Weddings
    
92. Paella
    
93. Pancit palabok
    
94. Mangoes
    
95. Hot boys that are taller than me
    
96. Don't You Want Me? by Human League
    
97. Travelling
    
98. Sharing my culture with my friends
    
99. Popcorn chicken
    
100. Baking

"Boy, you knock me out."

Dooooooom! Dooooooom!

I can't play it cool anymore. It's over for me.

Me and mr. guy went out for coffee last night...much to my mom's dismay. "Don't forget he stood you up before."

Yeah, I know. I tried to ease her worries. This wasn't some booty call. I told her him and I had been talking again for a while now and this was the first time we were getting together since the initial meeting.

I learned some new things about him that made me go "aiyah!" Heaven forbid I'm dating a commitment-holic. Commitment-holics are scary. How can you ever know that they think you could be "the one" when there have been a few "ones" before you? You could end up being the latest in their string of poor judgment calls...or you could possibly win the lottery with this one. Yes, play it by ear.

So I wanted to play it cool. I'm not going to go all ga-ga over him. No no no.

And then he took off his glasses. (Why? Did he not want to see me clearly? *jokes*) Oh god, mayday! Mayday! I'm in huuuuuuge trouble now.

He's got gorgeous eyes, and all of a sudden he feels familiar. Crap. He looks like the flamingo. "It's game over for her." How am I supposed to stay indifferent to that???

I am dooooooooooomed.

Sayonara Omarosa!

Hehe, I loved how she blubbered back into the boardroom whining about how "hard (she) worked the last 48 hours." I think the whole suite will be thrilled with her gone now.

Today was a faboo day. I had a great workout at the gym. I called to turn down a potential job (due to location) only to have them offer me a job interview with their downtown office! Whoo! I got to catch up with mr. guy. Double whoo! No, forget the double whoo. The whole day warrants a hoodyhoo.

HOODYHOOOOOOOOOO!

I think my stock is finally on the rise. Yessssssss.

I hope my Vibe 98.5 isn't trying to fill in the void left by Peak 107. Yesterday during breakfast they played No Doubt's "It's My Life." I mean, that's fine by me 'cuz I love No Doubt....but they don't belong on Vibe.

Then this morning during breakfast they played Evanescence. Crap! They should leave that on CJAY or whatever it is. I mean, CJAY is Vibe's sister station so it's not like they're losing any audience by keeping the two genres separate.

Please don't screw this up, Vibe 98.5.

And I really hope to get the job tomorrow. I'm so anxious to flee this store. They deserve to be left hanging for the way their treating their employees. Not to be cocky but they would definitely be left hanging without me in my department. I look forward to it.

11-7

That's my shift today. It's the worst shift ever created in all of mankind. Your whole day is shot. You start too early to get anything done (gym? *sobs*) in the morning, and by the end of your shift you don't feel like doing much but going home. Grrrrrr. I think I hate it more than the opening Saturday shifts. Yes, Saturdays are painful but at least you have allllll that freetime for yourself at the end of your shift.

I've wanted out for so long from that place you have no idea. I'm getting pretty bitter about it. The only thing I'll miss is all the people I work with, 'cuz we all know that once you leave, though you all have the best intentions, you're not going to see each other much. I mean, me and Ms. T (from my days working at R) haven't hung out since before Halloween. And it's not like we haven't tried calling each other and inviting the other out.

And I don't want to leave Peru-Girl's vibrant latin world *whines* I'd probably still go after I quit...but it's not the same without someone to discuss the evening's happenings with the next day or so. Yes, Daisy is always there with me, but her and I usually see the same things so Peru-Girl's fresh perspective is always nice to have.

On Monday she was all gushy "I saw you dancing with a guy!" I guess that sort of sounds pathetic :) but she didn't mean it in a belittling tone or whatever. She just wanted to hear about him, though there wasn't much to tell. Still kind of embarassing, though, 'cuz surely she saw me struggling to follow his lead. *sheepish*

Thankfully she had seen me with the Mexican and not the groper. *shudders*

I'll have to round up 7 more of my purses for the next Purse Week over here. :) I'm getting a lot of flack from my coworkers about my latest one.

"I thought somebody said she's got too many purses." said one.

"Cute purse, looks like one I had on one of my mannequins and all of a sudden it has gone missing, hmmmm." chastised one of my marketers. (What could I say? It was the only one left.)

"You're not 'the skirt' anymore (a nickname my coworkers gave me since I seem to be the only one who likes to wear skirts). We need to come up with a name for you and all those purses you have. How many have we seen? I can't even keep up with the girl anymore." But I liked being "The skirt." *pouts*

Alright, look for a new Purse Week starting this Sunday. Or you could consider it a heads up so you can avoid it. :)

"Represent, represent Cuba!"

While others went to go see more pressing issues on film like The Passion of the Christ, Daisy and I opted for Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights. Come on, you knew I couldn't go that long without seeing that movie.

I wish they hadn't put Dirty Dancing in the title. It's true that it has nothing to do with the first film, so why tie the two together by name I have no idea.

And Diego Luna's not very hot, but Romola Garai isn't that pretty either. The guy who plays Javier's (Luna) brother is yummy, though.

"Based on true events." I think it would have been amazing to have lived in another country at some point in my youth. aqua_angel spent a year in Indonesia. To just be immersed into a culture like that, while you're still young enough to be able to adapt quickly, that would be such an experience. Then again, some of the "Yankees" in the movie didn't make much effort to understand the culture of their surroundings, what with their ongoing country club on Saturdays and living in a hotel with other white people. What's the point of being away from home, then?

And yes the movie is cheesy and glosses over a lot of things, but it made me happy and I love it. So there.

It just made Daisy and I want to go to Cuba even more. That and she's studying up on how to dress like a pin-up girl. Lots of good wardrobe designs in this movie.

Bag lady

I bought another purse over the weekend.

I know...I know.

It hurts so good

"I'm just a girl that can't say 'no.'"

I'm soooo tired. I just want to let all my weekend stories flow out of me before I go to bed very early tonight.

On Friday the retail girls and I were planning on going to the Whiskey. These plans were made before we got this past week's schedule, however, and two of us (one was me *sigh*) had the opening shift on Saturday. "Opening shift" meaning the indecent hour of 7:30 in the morning ON A SATURDAY! They're so backwards, who goes shopping at that hour on a Saturday?

Anyway, yeah, so we changed our minds about going out clubbing on Friday. I instead had the best intentions of just going out for a little bit of noshies with Daisy and Bizkette and getting home at a somewhat decent hour. Haha, should've known that wasn't going to happen. This is me we're talking about, this is me and my friends.

Vicious Circle was packed and they denied us at the door. What?! It was the craziest thing. (Should've known it wasn't going to be an early evening when it was already 11 and we hadn't settled ourselves anywhere yet.)

So I dragged the girls down the block to Cafe Mediterranean. Yeah, I was having another falafel craving. BUT I didn't get the falafel, how ya like that? I got baba gannoush instead. I loves me some baba gannoush.

And we had another go at the sheesha. This time we chose Double Apple. It never fails to surprise me how smooth it is to inhale. Last time we went we had another partner in crime with us: aqua_angel. Unfortunately she was MIA this time around, but we still held our own. And surprisingly enough, we weren't the only ladies in the joint this time around.

Yes, good pals, sheesha, and baba gannoush. As a result, I didn't get to bed until 2:30 and I had to wake up at 6. Paaaaaaaaain.

Yet my coworker who opened with me...she went home early like a good, responsible girl. Thankfully she still sympathized with my condition.

Saturday morning in pain. But the promise of a wonderful night ahead kept me plugging on. You see, the guy from Daisy's junior high days that she had run into last Saturday? He called her earlier this week and invited her out to his pal's birthday this weekend. So another hot night at SoHo was in the stars for us!

This thrilled Peru-Girl immensely when she heard about the news. The feeling's mutual, I've enjoyed Peru-Girl's world since she let us in on a piece of it the other weekend. Peru-Girl rocks.

I called mr. guy and invited him out. I kinda wished he had come (I looked FANTASTIC) but I knew chances were good he wouldn't. I had felt bad the night before. He called, having just goten home from work, but I couldn't chat with him very long since the girls and I were pulling into Vicious Circle. And I didn't invite him out 'cuz it was my girls' night out. So the invitation/voice mail re: SoHo was sort of my peace offering and also a pressure-less chance to get together. I mean, if he already goes there regularly...

Didn't see him there. Then again, I didn't circulate very much. Once we made our way to the dancefloor we never sat down again...which is how I like it. And the floor was as packed and as hot and sweaty as it was the week before. Surprisingly I was so happy I never even complained. Actually, that's a lie. There were some "smell" issues during the night. Some people just shouldn't be allowed to sweat in public. It made for some miserable moments.

I just love it there so much you have no idea. No young whippersnappers (they announced two birthdays while we were there, one was 28 - to which I rejoiced 'cuz I was younger - and the other was 25) The guys are such gentlemen, whereas the ladies are a tad bitchy. If a guy bumps into you on the dancefloor, or he twirled his partner into your path by error he'll actually apologize. However, if a lady thinks you're taking up space that she could utilize better she will bump you out without even looking at you. Needless to say, the gentlemanly politeness didn't help me cure this whole latino obsession I have.

It's also impressive how much passion they have for dancing. Almost every song the deejay spun was met with whoots of appreciation by the dancers on the floor below him. This week was also better 'cuz I actually got to dance with some latinos. Last week they paid little attention to me, which only helped get me down further about the whole "woe is me, latinos just don't dig me" funk I had gotten myself into. But this week...this week I was right there with them, I felt more comfortable about being there. I love how casual it all was...not like other clubs we've been to in the past. Here, a dance is just a dance...all for the sake of dancing. You don't have to worry that this dance is going to evolve into him buying you drinks and then later he'll ask for your number/assume the two of you are going to hook up. These guys just want to dance, and if they choose you as their partner for a song you should be flattered and happy. No need to be on edge about him possibly groping you.

Alright that's a lie. That happy dancing feeling is the general vibe there for sure...but I guess some guys will always be "typical" guys. Unfortunately I ran into a mr. typical out on the dance floor.

But, haha, he wasn't a latino...so in my little head my ethno-centric theories still hold water.

Man, was he awful. He was so gone that his breath stank as if he had already thrown up at some point in the evening, he spilled his drink on my arm, his hands roamed too much. I couldn't even look at him 'cuz half of the time I'd be greeted by this dazed, lecherous mug and the rest of the time his face would be down inches away from my chest. I was more than happy to get away from him at the end of the song.

Thankfully, I quickly got over the whole ordeal. A really sweet Mexican guy came along. He was friends with the guy T-girl was dancing with and so Daisy and I ended up grooving with the Mexican by default. He was so nice. He's been in Calgary for a year and a half, almost done his Master's in Civil Engineering at U of C.

Before I continue, the girls and I had a lot of 3rd wheel/5th wheel moments on the dance floor. They're awfully awkward; we have to come up with some sort of plan of action for when that happens again. It's tough when guys come along and pluck you away from your girls. I mean, you don't NOT want to dance with them, but you don't want to leave your friends hanging, either. Luckily for her Daisy had her friend there, but when I was the extra wheel on occasion I ended up feigning a bathroom break or getting some water.

I had a blast dancing with the Mexican. He spun me around and around, the other way, back again, arm wrap here, another one there.

I also realized a problem I have dancing: I can't follow. I rock when I'm dancing on my own...but when I have to react to a guy's lead I get all flustered. And come to think of it that would probably apply to other areas of my life as well. I lead myself. I. Just. Can't. Follow.

Luckily the Mexican was very understanding and taught me lots. I must rectify this situation by finding a regular dance partner to learn and practice with.

Alas, the night was ended early. Around a quarter to 2 somebody let loose the emergency fire hose so everybody had to leave. T-girl's dance partner asked her for her number and when she politely refused I guess his ego was a bit shot so he yanked the Mexican away from us and they left.

Ah well, another wonderful evening. It doesn't even feel like I'm in Calgary on the weekends anymore. And of course a night at the clubs isn't complete without some noshies. Denny's. Yum. I got home 20 minutes to 4. I'm getting too old for this stuff. I really need to sleep now.