i'm so proud!

Mom called me yesterday and told me that Brindo is finally peeing where he's supposed to be. "He's such a good boy now," she said. "He pees on the pee-pee sheet 7 times out of 10."

Not only that, but he's also gotten used to the ride from Somerset to Blandon. "He's not a total bumpkin anymore... although he's still scared to leave the house."

Awwww... I miss my baby!

drunken stories: part two

Boy, I thought I was drunk Saturday night.

Then I talked to Andy, who not only vomited carrot bits all over himself and his toilet, but did so with "When Doves Cry" playing in the background. ("I heard it on the cab and really wanted to play it!" he claims.)

He gets the Loser of the Drunken Weekend Award.

the oscars

I don't usually watch the Oscars, but my massive hangover and the horrid weather made the show more palatable.

Comments...

• What's with the "watch movies in the theatre" propaganda? It was just ridiculous. Its not like the studios don't make tons of money from the DVDs. I liked Jake Gyllenhals facial expression as he tried to mouth the words.
• Three 6 Mafia winning the award for "Its Hard Out Here for a Pimp" was awesome. What a great song! What a GREAT rendition of it. Shout out to my native-ghetto ass community.
  
• BTW, I totally love Queen Latifah.
• John Stewart rocks. Period. Favorite line: "Why are they [Three 6 Mafia] the most excited people here?
• Jen Garner stumbling. Good recovery though - "I do all my own stunts."
• Is it just me, or does Salma Hayek not actually speak English?

I didn't actually watch any of the nominated movies except for "Geisha" and parts of "Crash", but now I'm definitely inspired to go see "Munich" and "Brokeback Mountain."

Now, the fashions...


Naomi Watts looks like a cake


LOVE the dress!


Another gorgeous dress


My favorite of the night


Does this man actually shower?


Love Felicity, but the dress just doesn't work.

ouch.

Laura is my oldest friend in San Francisco. Not age-wise; she was the first person I knew when I moved out here.

We bonded over a recruiting trip to UT Austin. The night before the career fair, a bunch of us went out drinking. After several beers, I ran towards the group on a pair of unstable 3-inch platforms. I was so drunk that I didn't even catch myself with my hands when I fell - I just landed flat on my face.

"Oh, that's going to bruise," I worried, as Laura (also drunk) helpfully got me a cocktail napkin full of ice. And thus began our friendship.

*~*~*~*

Last night, the same thing happened again - but this time, I managed to land on concrete.

After a delish dinner with Karen at Limon (great food, bad service), we headed over to Nihon, a new, and surprisingly not all-Asian bar, where we met up with her friend Tan and Eric Pop. I sucked down several sweet lychee and champagne drinks, followed the crowd to another bar, and ended up at Denny's at 3am.

Somewhere between bar #2 and Denny's, I managed to destroy my face.

My whole right ear is scraped up, as is the skin around my jawline. The best thing is that there is nary a scratch on either of my hands.

At 6 this morning, I woke up to the pitter-patter of pouring rain, on the floor besides my bed, still in my full outfit, lying on top of Thing-O and drooling on the carpet. I somehow managed to stick a Care Bear band-aid on my face in the middle of the night. I did drag myself up long enough to change into PJs and brush, but it took me another 9 hours to finally take a shower. I'd say today's pretty much a lost day.

You know, its been a while since I've gone out and drank. And after last night, it might be a while more before I do it again.

i got the boot!

I haven't driven my car in almost a month. Not only has it been towed TWICE in the last month - once for parking in a 3pm towaway, once for breaking down on the Bay Bridge - it got booted on Wed.

Poor MiniBun...

My friends have consequently changed my name to Robustabootie, which, if you think about it, probably is a lot more appropos. It just so happened that my Mini got booted the night of our 2nd Robusteam dinner. And, it was parked right outside my house, so impossible to miss. Wah. At least it got debootied on Friday, and I can take it to the mechanic to get fixed.

*~*~*~*
I was slightly sick the whole week. I've been rather worn down and fatigued, and opted to stay in on Friday night and chill with Andy, who was also tired. We had Indian pizza (which was surprisingly good), set the pizza box on fire (apparently putting the whole box in the oven is a BAD idea), and watched season 1 of Grey's Anatomy. I'm outing Andy, who, despite his macho protests, finally admitted he liked the show.

"I'm leaving," he declared after episode 3. "If I watch anymore tonight, I'm going to turn into a woman."

"Your boobs are already bigger than mine," I responded helpfully.

"Pecs," he grimaced. "They're pecs."

Whatever.