The End of Thanksgiving Break

I had an amazingly great time at home over Thanksgiving break. I returned to Tulsa last night, where I first went to meet the newest, cutest member of humanity, Addyson Renee White, and then went out to what was supposed to be just a bite to eat with three other friends.

Here is what was supposed to happen:
1. See baby.
2. Go eat, maybe have a few drinks.
3. Go to bed.

Here is what happened:
1. See baby.
2. Go eat, have a Big Mama margarita and four shots of Patron.
3. Ask the bartender to turn on the Latin music.
4. Latin dance with waiters.
5. Attempt to climb pole in restaurant and do flips on it.
6. Latin dance with waiters and convince them to stay open for two more hours.
7. Crawl across tables and booths.
8. Run to bathroom and regurgitate just eaten enchiladas.
9. Finish Big Mama.
10. Walk home.
11. Receive phone call to go meet friends at club for a birthday party.
12. Go to club.
13. Dance on stage.
14. Go to Taco Bell and deal with the stupidest human being ever to take an order for Nachos Bel Grande.
15. Head home and deal with drunk friend trying to get naked in back seat.
16. Arrive home and stop worrying about friend trying to get naked since cars are no longer honking at us and giving us thumbs up.
17. Go to sleep.

If you were paying attention, you will notice Big Mamas were consumed. Now, you've been warned twice.

Oops, I did it again

I just don't know how it happened, but I didn't go to bed until 6:30 this morning because I was busy modeling male underwear in cowboy boots and a kimono while taking shots of vodka chased with apple slices wearing bright blue eye shadow that caused me to frighten myself when I looked in the mirror this morning and playing Loaded Questions (one of the funnest games EVER). We might be able to trace it back to about 9:30 last night, when my lips touched the straw that was swimming in a Big Mama sangria margarita from Senior Tequilas and proceeded to injest its contents. This is a warning for all of you thinking about consuming this tasty beverage. Handle with care.

My deceivingly good weekend

Overall, the past weekend was really a lot of fun. I went out to birthday parties, had Big Mama sangria margaritas, got to see a good friend from out of town, went to a football game, went out dancing with good looking men, and even got to spend a lot of time outside. Then, I reviewed it more closely:

• I fell down and my elbow hurts real bad
• I got robbed Saturday night (S/He took my license, about $30 in cash, and my debit card)
• I got a splinter
• My computer broke from an electrical surge, and later an electrical fire started in my roommate's room
• IHOP didn't have their stuffed french toast
• TU lost the football game

Be careful while drinking mixed drinks with cranberry juice and wearing white:

Excuse us, we are taking a picture:

Let's try again, without the unhappy looking woman's head:

We love each other:

He is much more excited about this picture than he seems:

Attempted Latin dancing:

What I will dance to all night long, and what I will dance to non-stop forever

1. I will dance to 80s music all night long, but

2. I will dance to 80s remixes non-stop forever.



And I don't care about whatever opinion you have formed of me because of this information and/or the choice of 80s remix used in this post.

Who knew?

I run along Riverside a lot. Until last night, the wildest animal I had seen was a fox. But last night, as I was running, I noticed a really cute, small, white, fluffy dog running towards me. It was running in a manner where both its front feet stepped together in unison followed by a leap from its back feet; not like a normal dog, and more like a rabbit, but much cuter. Oh wait, it wasn't a dog, it was a SKUNK!! An all white skunk. I never knew albino skunks existed. I wonder if s/he had a social complex about it. I didn't stick around to find out, and may have set some world records in my escape. I just know that, like the past two times I've seen wild foxes on Riverside, this skunk spotting resulted in me losing my dinner about a mile later. I really need to chew up my spaghetti better. Last night was an almost full moon, and apparently the skunks come out during these nights to answer the calls of love. I was wearing black running tights with white stripes down the sides.

Arbon at the Marine Corps

If you didn't know, this past weekend was the birthday for the Marines. This special day is celebrated across the nation with formal birthday parties. A friend of mine is in the Marine Corps and I went along to the party, which included the most ceremoniously cutting of a birthday cake I've ever seen. About six marines march a cake down an aisle laced with more Marines holding swords in the air. Then a couple Marines cut the cake using not a regular cake cutting knife, but a HUGE SWORD. My friend was involved with much of the ceremony, which left me to wander around the hotel (i.e. go straight to the bar). That's where I met a lady from Phoenix who sells Arbon products and is going to send me some of the latest in skin care products. Score!

Two observations from the evening:

1. The Marines have a really rich history full of tradition.

2. Marines have really big ears. (You could argue it's because they have their heads shaved, but I argue that people with big ears join the Marines.)



Edit: I just got my free Arbon and it is actually Arbonne.