That Would Look Much Cuter on Me

I am the master of getting things I want.

When I say "things I want" it usually means that I want to get my hands on one of those tshirts that the Bud Light girls are throwing around the bar. Unfortunately, the Bud Light girls never throw a tshirt to me (I knew there was a reason I like the Bacardi girls better). They do however throw a shirt to the guy right next to me.

Me: I wanted one. I can't believe that bee-otch didn't throw me a tshirt...again!
My Super Gay BFF: Tell the guy next to you that you want his.
Me: Would that be mean?
SGBFF: Of course...but who cares?

Me: ::tap on the shoulder:: Excuse me...what's your name?
Tshirt Guy: Who me?
Me: Yes, you! ::giggle::
Tshirt Guy: Mike
Me: Hi, Mike. I'm Ice Queen. I think you should give me that tshirt.
Tshirt Guy: This one? What will I get out of this deal?
Me: Ummm...I have some gum?
Tshirt Guy: I'm kidding. You don't have to give me your gum. Here you go. ::hands tshirt over::

Now that was almost too easy

Night On The Town

I know I'm forever going on and on about college and you all know that I'm a loser who can't let go. I'll tell you something you probably don't know though...I also miss high school. I have a friend from back in the day who just got a position as a product manager with Yahoo and she's moving out to San Fransisco in a week or so. A bunch of us got together for dinner and some drinks to catch up.

We laughed, we drank, yadda yadda. The funny part came when we went to the bar. Mind you, this was the first time I've ever been in a bar outside my college town. I was under the impression that all bars are so packed with 20 somethings you can barely move. I'm not sure if any of you are aware, but this is not always the case. I walked into the bar and there were men there over 30. It was very strange. There were men in their 50's. Who would have known?

I felt very out of place. I have to say that I was looking cute that night as I do on almost every other night I go out. I imagine when my old high school chums saw me they were thinking something along the lines of "Wow...she's still so hot". Anywho...there were 2 girls there who graduated high school the year before me and one was wearing pajamas! Pajamas in a bar! I was shocked. How are you going to get free drinks at the bar when you wear pajamas?!

Eventually the DJ started to play my jams which include "Jesse's Girl", "Lose Your Love", "Don't Stop Believing", and "Paradise by the Dashboard Light". Sometime in the midst of these classics another girl I graduated with walked in. She had a tube top on and long blond hair extensions (you can't make this up people!). We stopped to chat for a moment. The conversation went something like this.

Tube Top Momma: Oh my God...I'm so wasted. I've been drinking since 3:30.
Classy Me: Wow...it's 11:30. Eight hours of drinking is really saying something. How is your baby?
Tube Top Momma: She's wonderful! I don't have her this weekend.
Classy Me: Thank God!

It really wouldn't surprise me if this girl brought her baby to the bar. I'm serious. Trash...but at least she wasn't wearing her pajamas.