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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Meditations on Turning Lisa Simpson

"I had a cat named Snowball, she died! She died! Mom said she was sleeping, she lied! She lied! Why oh why is my cat dead? Couldn't that Chrysler've hit me instead?"

I jest.

I said goodbye to my 20's this past Friday...hello 30 and screw you cancer, I made it another year!

Amazingly, I'm not ready to jump off a cliff over it. I welcome this new year and everything (good) that will come with it (I grudgingly accept the bullshit that will certainly pepper my future...heh). I've come to a few good realizations about life and how I approach it...and I'm happy with the space I'm occupying in this world now.

My "it's complicated" shocked the hell out of me and decided to act like a boyfriend...I even got a cake (it was good too...but I only had a small piece).

Courtesy of Mr. Jadidi Kalantari

I went out dancing with my besties...correction, I was dragged out dancing. But I had a lot of fun (note: if you're in the DC area and you're a former raver like myself, check out Lima Lounge on Friday nights...the music is cute). The pièce de résistance was after the friend wanted to get a slice of pizza, so we stopped at a shop down the street. Upon entering the store, this is what greeted us:

Your man had on deck shoes...deck shoes...and he pissed himself. He fails at life.

All in all, I had a great night. One thing I do know...I'm too old for the club. I don't knock any other members of the 30 and over club, but it's no longer for me, I need to cut that shit isn't cute anymore. Starscape will be my last...and it really doesn't even count since it's being held outside lol.

Now, on to saving for my next Vegas trip...I cannot wait, I wish I had the money right now because I'd be on the next thing smoking to McCarran. The besties and I are making the trip out this time, kinda didn't feel like flying solo second time around (and I was threatened with certain death if I took this trip alone again). We're shooting for mid-May...I think I should stop drinking until then so I can give my liver some time to build up some resistance to the assault Mr. Daniels will inflict once I touch down on Nevada soil (edit: who am I kidding? I'll be drunk on the flight..DJM, the older I've gotten, the more I've realized that a plane is nothing more than an overgrown Pringles can with wings 30k feet in the air...yeah, how safe do you feel flying now?)

 *drops mic*

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